You're Just Handing It Over?

It was a spectacle so grotesque that even seeing it with one's own eyes was not enough to believe it.

Here, at this critical gathering where the leaders of great powers had convened to settle a matter of territory—

"I'm sorry, Cleopatra—aah?! Lord Cock and I just fit together so perfectly, I'll only get pregnant this once… ♥"

Squelch. Squelch.

Throb… pulse…

Helen, once the undisputed hegemon of Greece, took every last drop of the seed her lord had spent into her pussy. If she swallowed it all down like that, she was going to get pregnant.

"Hoooot?! My Lord, I-I'm so sorry for getting knocked up so sloppily in the middle of your negotiations ♥"

She was the kind of female whose eyes rolled back in orgasm even as her belly swelled. It was a sight utterly unlike the Helen of Athens that Cleopatra had known. The moment Han Min-guk squeezed Helen's breasts, Cleopatra shoved her chair back and surged to her feet.

"Are you playing games with me?!"

She had not come here to watch Han Min-guk show off his power. Cleopatra had come to negotiate, not to be threatened.

But then—

"Forgive the interruption."

A woman who had appeared out of nowhere cut the queen off mid-sentence. The two watermelons hanging from her chest made it obvious enough who she was. She was Helen's newly birthed—spawned—daughter.

"—Sorry to cut in, but I should at least pay my respects."

Who was the most male person in this room? The daughter who had just crawled out of breeding-slave Helen's pussy was born with that perfectly natural question already in her head. The instant she spotted Han Min-guk, she let out a little gasp of admiration all on her own.

"Ah, are you Lord Cock? The one who sowed his seed in my mother's pussy?"

"Yeah. I'm the one who came in her."

"It's an honor to have been born from Hannam seed. Would you like to see how much your daughter's pussy resembles her mother's?"

"Wash that crotch good today and I'll fuck you tonight. But as you can see, I'm a little busy right now…"

Han Min-guk flicked his hand in a shooing wave, and the girl scurried out of the room on quick little steps. A moment later he turned his head back toward Helen.

"Tch, tch. How does the sovereign of a whole civilization end up a breeding slave, Helen?"

"Because I was conquered by a superior male like you, My Lord ♥"

Cleopatra heard what Helen had just said and swallowed hard. Of course it would never actually happen… but for a fleeting second, she pictured Egypt falling to Hannamguk.

Don't tell me I'm going to end up like that too?

She hadn't even lost yet, and already Cleopatra's face had gone a bloodless blue. Only then did Han Min-guk feel like discussing the matter of Busan.

"Shall we talk about something that actually matters now?"

A wet shift. A deep, filthy squelch.

He sat Helen back down across his lap as he spoke. Cold-blooded Cleopatra kept her expression carefully composed, but the attendant she had brought with her finally slipped her leash.

"How dare you commit such an outrage before the Pharaoh of Egypt—"

"—Egyptian female, I'm sorry, but you don't talk back to someone with a cock."

One of the Hannamguk guards snapped a crossbow up and leveled it at the Egyptian woman's temple. Even the most loyal retainer tends to settle down when death is staring her in the face. The situation only cooled off after the lord himself stepped in.

"That's enough, Bojeokbo. Can't you see we're in a meeting?"

"Forgive me, My Lord. I'm on edge today. It's that time of the month."

"Show a little consideration. She's a female who came all the way from Egypt. If you point that weapon at her—the same one that annihilated their chariot archers—the girl might just piss herself, don't you think?"

Cleopatra flinched. This mechanical contraption, so much more complicated than an ordinary bow—

So that's a crossbow?

The image of her chariot archers being wiped out made the blood roar in her ears, but Cleopatra planted her backside back in the chair all the same. This was a room where above and below were drawn in very clear lines.

"P-perhaps we should begin the negotiations now, My Lord?"

Cleopatra's voice trembled. It came out sounding almost like a plea. Han Min-guk smiled and nodded. He was a man who liked his women obedient.

"Then let's talk about Busan."

"That's what I was hoping for as well."

Cleopatra tried to ease her nerves by tipping back the drink in her cup. That, too, was exactly what Han Min-guk had been counting on.

"Hooooot… ♥"

A Hannamguk specialty that tasted exquisite and delivered an orgasm besides: breast milk squeezed from the tits of captured White Horse sluts.

"What? You all right, Cleopatra?"

"I-it's nothing! The drink just tastes so good, that's all… hnnngh."

She tried to put on a strong face, but her lewd little body refused to play along. Even the Queen of Egypt, jeweled from head to toe, was just another female with a slit between her legs once you stripped the clothes off.

Kh… how cheap must I have looked just now…

Arousal you never asked for is nothing but humiliation. Cleopatra kept making a disgrace of herself thanks to an instinct that had woken up out of nowhere—letting a heated moan slip out at the end of every sentence, for one. Pharaoh of Egypt or not, she couldn't help looking ridiculous.

"So what you're saying is, you want to buy Busan with gold?"

Han Min-guk had somehow parsed her meaning anyway, and when he asked it back, Cleopatra nodded. In History, civilizations swapping cities or buying them outright with gold happened fairly often. To her surprise, Han Min-guk seemed interested.

"How high can you go?"

"Three thousand gold. Nngh!"

Cleopatra had accidentally taken another swallow of the milk. Han Min-guk watched her face flush and used the opening to jack the price straight up.

"Even you think that's a ridiculous number. That's why you made that sound."

"That's a misunderstanding! Just now I—"

"—I'll give you Busan if it means we can stay on good terms with Egypt. But you'll have to pay what it's worth."

Cleopatra wanted to scold him with her usual haughty look. But a body that had decided all on its own to burn wasn't about to let her. Terrified of letting another shameful moan escape, the queen opened her mouth and then shut it again. The initiative passed to Han Min-guk as naturally as water running downhill.

"I'm not selling for less than twenty thousand gold."

"You can't be serious—haah! What do you take Egypt for?"

And so Han Min-guk launched into a smooth, effortless explanation of exactly why Busan was worth that much. It was a moment that showed off every bit of a veteran History player's seasoning.

"It's easier to load goods on a ship than to strap them to a camel's back. Cheaper, too—and the volume you can move in a single trip isn't even comparable."

The logic was simple: maritime trade turned twice the profit of overland commerce. Cleopatra had counterarguments she could have made, of course—but her overheated body was the real problem. While she was busy panting, Han Min-guk even laid out the specific numbers.

"That's how much you stand to gain. If you run the trade through a port."

He was only reciting figures he'd seen in the game, but from the listener's side it was so granular it was almost startling. Among the Egyptian delegation, there were even women who found themselves persuaded by the lord of Hannamguk.

"Your Majesty… perhaps you should raise your offer to ten thousand?"

"Stay quiet until I'm done thinking… hoong."

Cleopatra still couldn't put her own skill on display. And while she hemmed and hawed, the veteran came at her again.

"If the city's pulling fish out of the sea, it never has to worry about going hungry. It's a place that can feed itself without sucking the blood out of every other city you've got."

"Even if that's true, twenty thousand gold is too much!"

"Not if you factor in the luxury goods. Did you know pearls and whales only come from Busan?"

No. She hadn't known that. Egypt had spent all this time pouring everything into cultural development, putting off research into sciences like fishing, shipbuilding, and navigation.

"Busan already has a lighthouse and a harbor built. That's something Egypt can't do, isn't it?"

"That's impossible… Hannamguk has advanced that far?"

"We have the greatest library in the world…. On your way home, you should stop by the Library of Alexandria and take a look—since you came all the way to Athens anyway."

The offer to throw in the harbor and the lighthouse along with the city made Cleopatra's resolve waver. If you counted the value of the technology, maybe ten thousand gold really was a fair deal, just like her attendant had said?

"But twenty thousand is far too expensive. Seven thou—hnn! Let's make the deal at seven thousand gold."

"…You came all this way just to make a half-assed offer like that, Cleopatra?"

The Queen of Egypt flinched. Only then did Cleopatra remember the situation she was actually in.

If I refuse him here… he really might start a war.

She had built herself around diplomacy, so the warmonger penalty worried her. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Han Min-guk did not share that concern. Cleopatra, who had no idea who he really was, made that assumption—and it wasn't a reckless one. So far, all Han Min-guk had shown any interest in was mindless conquest and breaking the enemy leaders he captured.

"Fine, whatever. I'll let it go for seven thousand gold."

Which made this all the more unexpected. The most notorious rogue sovereign in the world, taking a step back of his own accord? When he held every advantage?

"On one condition."

Of course there was a catch. Han Min-guk had known from the start that twenty thousand gold was absurd. He'd only thrown out an outrageous number as a bargaining chip. In the real Korea with the almost-identical name, the imperial unions pulled this exact move—throwing tantrums demanding thirty percent of a company's net profits as performance bonuses.

And now they're even angling for a four-day work week.

It was a proven strategy, so of course Cleopatra's heart lurched. Han Min-guk was attaching extra conditions, yes—but a city that had just dropped from twenty thousand to seven thousand gold suddenly looked cheap.

"Heh. Finally, we're speaking the same language."

Relieved, Cleopatra even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stopped sipping from the cup of breast milk. When she asked what the condition was, Han Min-guk answered at once.

"Seven thousand gold, and you throw in Jordan."

"I beg your pardon?"

Jordan. The city Egypt had sent a settler to found not long ago was a useless stretch of wasteland.

"What's the face for? It's an empty lot with nothing but desert, isn't it?"

"No, that's not entirely true."

Cleopatra launched into one last sales pitch, trying to tilt the negotiation a little further her way. It was dirty diplomacy, but it wasn't a complete lie either. She herself had thought Jordan was decent land at first—that was why she'd sent the settler.

It was because of a World Wonder that could only be built on desert tiles.

Petra was a World Wonder that turned desert tiles producing nothing at all into a lottery jackpot. There was a reason the real Petra got called the Las Vegas of the ancient world.

But Cleopatra had never managed to build it. The reason was simple. Aside from a single oasis, Jordan didn't have a single tile that produced food, and Classical Era technology couldn't lay farmland down on desert anyway.

"Jordan only has a population of three, doesn't it?"

"That's something we can… manage, going forward…"

Population. It was always the population. Build Petra in that city and it would be a gold mine—but the population you'd need to actually extract the production showed no sign of growing past three. Finishing the wonder would take a good thousand years. And building Petra in a city with no desert tiles at all would be the move of an idiot, so she was stuck either way.

"Busan has a population of ten."

"Don't lie to me! How can a city founded so recently have that kind of population?!"

"If you don't believe me, we can call the whole deal off. Egypt will be the one dealing with the consequences either way."

If it was true, Egypt wouldn't even be getting the worse end of it. Trading a port city that already had the infrastructure, the geography, and the population for a stretch of empty desert like Jordan…

"Very well. I'll accept your proposal, My Lord."

Even paying seven thousand gold on top of it wouldn't be so bad. Egypt had no shortage of friends, and the gold it raked in from trade was staggering—

"In exchange, we sign a peace treaty with Egypt for the time being."

—and she could buy the one thing that mattered most: peace. Han Min-guk, who had already decided that conquest could wait until the civilization's foundations were solid, saw no reason to argue.

"A woman who actually knows how to talk. I like that."

"The same to you, Lord of Hannam. Egypt hopes to be friends with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hannamguk."

It was an official setting, so both of them laid the insincerity on thick. Inside, they could not have been more different.

Once I've sucked all the honey out of you, I'm taking that virginity of yours right there in the pyramid, you little cunt.

Trading Busan—no, Luxor—for nothing but Jordan? He really was a pathetic man!

And so Cleopatra took possession of Busan and departed once more for Cairo. The Queen of Egypt wore a thoroughly satisfied expression.

So did Hannamguk's strategist.

"Wow… a full sev-seven thousand gold, My Lord! How did you even fool that Cleopatra? Still, Busan is a bit of a shame…"

"Hyo-jung, we can just take Busan back later. And we got a city that blows Busan out of the water."

That bitch Cleopatra had simply failed to eat what was being served to her. Leaving those words behind, Han Min-guk set out for Jordan.

Handing him Petra was the greatest mistake of Cleopatra's life.

"Huh? Who are you?"

A Jordan citizen who had never seen the lord of Hannamguk before asked the question. She was one of a population that numbered only three, and she was a beauty with striking features. The skin showing through her thin clothes was white and smooth. Anyone would have gotten hard looking at a girl like that—and a lord as lusty as Han Min-guk, all the more so.

"As of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠today, Jordan belongs to Hannamguk, not Egypt."

"Ah… how could this happen!"

"Don't worry. Thanks to me, you're going to be a female who goes down in History."

You a virgin? Not long after Han Min-guk asked that out-of-nowhere question, every woman in Jordan had her pussy spread open.

"Ooooh?!! If you shove something that big in, you're going to tear my hymen!!!"

"Hwaaaaah!! I-I don't want to have a baby, and I got pregnant again anyway!!"

"I'm sorry I cursed at you earlier, My Lord… so please, stop punishing my pussy… ♥"

Even in Jordan, stuck in the middle of a barren desert, the population finally began to swell. It was a method Cleopatra—who had a pussy between her legs and no cock—could never have imagined.

The results were excellent. This was more than enough population to build Petra.