The Desert Miracle - Double Creampie and Wonder (2)

The wasteland of Jordan had transformed, almost overnight, into a land of milk and honey. The reason was obvious enough: the population ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had exploded. The females who'd actually been knocked up, though, still couldn't make heads or tails of any of it.

Why does building Petra make bread appear?

That was the question occupying Samira, the most frequently impregnated female in all of Jordan. Petra was a beautiful structure, no argument there — but the desert was still nothing but sand. You couldn't plant a farm or raise livestock on it, so how the hell was food pouring out like a flood?

Must just be because His Lordship is that capable.

Unable to see the status window, Samira simply shrugged it off. The other cunts felt the same way. They weren't starving anymore. They were living well. Why nitpick?

"Food pickup at the government office at one o'clock, everyone!"

Once again, His Lordship was handing out the food Petra stamped out, free of charge. It was all thanks to Petra's effect — and their merciful lord never skimped on meals for females who got pregnant on schedule.

"Eat well and have another easy birth next time."

"Thank you, my lord. Next time I'll spread my legs even wider!"

The granddaughter Samira had spawned kissed Hannam's instep as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she collected her rations.

So that's what females are... animals who wag their tails for any man who feeds them and tells them they're pretty.

A bitter taste crept into Samira's mouth as the thought crossed her mind. Then it was her turn to collect food. As the founding contributor who'd been the first to get pregnant, she received special treatment.

"Samira, you popped out twins yesterday, so take some breast milk too."

"Ah! You're really giving me breast milk, my lord?"

Breast milk — an expensive luxury good produced only in the capital, Hanseong. Samira received this unexpected reward and resolved to be even more loyal to her lord.

"Getting raped and popping out kids is... just what a Jordan female is supposed to do, so to receive such a great reward..."

"Hold on. When did I ever say that?"

Han Min-guk promptly revised his statement.

"Ah, right. For Jordan to develop, the population has to keep growing. Which means every female here needs to become my pregnancy slave."

Lately he'd heard that Jordan's women were spending more and more time on religious activities. They liked Han Min-guk, who'd driven the economic boom, far more than Cleopatra, who'd sold their city off — so of course Hannamism was spreading like wildfire. Samira, who'd gone to the temple again today to perform the vulgar twerking rite, now slipped into bitch-behavior even in everyday life.

"Our Samira's gotten so well-behaved. Back when I first raped you, you were screaming at me not to cum inside."

Han Min-guk praised her like that as he slipped his hand into her panties. In the moment it was a thoroughly unpleasant grope — but Samira, who'd read the Hannam Scripture, knew perfectly well this was how a man praised a female.

"Nngh...! Thank you for stroking my pussy, my lord ♥"

She parted her legs a little as she spoke. For a man like this, and for the city he ruled...

Getting pregnant a little more often wouldn't be so bad, would it?

Samira had a pretty face, but more importantly, she was a wide-hipped female. Once you came inside her, popping out the kid was never a problem. Every harem needed at least one easy-birther.

Thanks to her moaning pussy-service every night, Jordan grew faster than any city in the world. The swelling population diligently developed every tile receiving Petra's bonus.

"Ugh... why are we going hungry again?"

But as the population surged, so did the problems. Too few people was a problem, but too many was trouble too — there simply weren't enough houses and food to support the ballooning numbers. Han Min-guk just snorted, as if it were nothing.

"What's there to worry about? Just buy more land that produces food and build more houses."

"But my lord, everything around Jordan is desert..."

Samira offered her advice with genuine sincerity, and all she got for it was her panties yanked down and a spanking. Han Min-guk was a Hannam who did what he said he'd do, period.

In the game History, a city could buy surrounding land with gold. Territory did expand naturally as population grew, but which tiles the city absorbed was random — if you wanted a specific tile, you had to pay for it.

The problem was that Jordan had grown too fast. Instead of letting surplus food naturally increase the population, he'd stripped any female in reach and creampied her until the count hit thirty, so territorial expansion couldn't keep pace with the population boom.

"Hyaaah?! Jordan may be wealthy, but... I don't think that's a good idea, my lord!"

Even as she was being punished through her pussy, Samira wouldn't stop offering counsel. Buying a tile with a luxury resource, sure — but paying 300 gold for a barren desert tile with nothing on it? You'd have to be an idiot.

"Your lord wants to buy land and some bitch who just gets pregnant all day has opinions?"

"I'm shorry, my looord... ♥ I'll believe you no matter what from now on, so please take your finger out of my back-pussy—hyaaah?!"

But once again, the pussy was wrong and the lord was right. Unlike Samira, who thought Jordan's prosperity was just luck, Han Min-guk knew Petra's effect was permanent.

Like I haven't played this game a time or two.

Spending a bit more gold was fine. Every new desert tile he bought was precious.

He could have thrown in another 150 gold and bought the adjacent oasis, but Han Min-guk kept snapping up desert that was basically wasteland.

An oasis only gives Food +3, tops.

An oasis sat in the middle of the desert and produced food, sure — but that meant it didn't count as a "true desert tile." Han Min-guk had no intention of spending money on trash land that wouldn't even receive Petra's bonus.

In the end, Hannam bought every last desert tile the system would allow. This impulse purchase, which looked like a reckless overreach at first glance, made the city develop even faster — and Samira, wrong yet again, assumed the naked dogeza position.

"Hngooh?! Lord Cock's judgment is always riiight ♥ From now on I really won't get ahead of myself, I'll just work hard at getting pre-pregnant, my magnificent lord ♥"

"That's the second time you've run your mouth-pussy in front of your lord. You're getting properly punished today. Stay crouched and stripped bare all day."

"Yeees... nngh?! Thank you for taking my panties off, my lord ♥"

Whether the pioneer who'd founded the city was being put through humiliation play or not, Jordan — now with expanded territory — grew at a dazzling pace. Because the Petra-buffed desert tiles produced food on their own, the females could freely work the iron, copper, and silver mines.

Hannamguk sat on a mountain of gold from selling off surplus resources. Of course, the lord being a skilled negotiator didn't hurt.

Silver was one thing, but iron sold like hotcakes too. Having signed a peace treaty with Egypt during the negotiations, Hannamguk had no war to worry about. For the time being, they could sell strategic resources without a care.

China's fighting Rome right now anyway, so they can't hit us.

Armed with that intel, Han Min-guk decided to gouge Rome on the iron price. An unfair price? Anyone could see that. But without iron, Rome couldn't train their unique unit, the Legion. What were they going to do about it? Suck it up and pay the premium.

Rome didn't want to get wiped out fighting China either. If China swallowed Rome and grew even larger, Hannamguk would have a problem on its hands too. The reason Han Min-guk sold iron to Rome instead of China was to keep the balance of power among civilizations.

I'll worry about relations with Rome going to shit later.

Right now, developing Jordan with the money he'd squeezed out of them came first. Han Min-guk immediately started building housing with the resource-sale profits. The houses he'd "purchased" with gold were handed out free to the grumbling citizens.

"My lord, did you really build houses for our pussies...?"

"Is a lord looking after his people a crime? You girls have been popping out kids around the clock to get us this far, so I'm grateful too."

How could the females not be moved? They'd assumed this Hannam had only come to Jordan to fuck women, but now they could see he was a man who knew how to care for others.

Of course, a veteran player never made a losing deal. He left the Petra-buffed desert tiles untouched and built housing on plains tiles that received no bonus.

"His Lordship is magnificent!"

"Hannam is a god!"

The Jordan females, who'd done nothing but spread their legs and gotten a lottery jackpot in return, were simply overjoyed. Samira, who remembered the days when the city had been dirt-poor, felt her chest swell especially full.

Ah... this is the Jordan I dreamed of!

She marveled at the bustling streets. To think the wasteland of Jordan had changed like this! Petra, carved from a mountain of rock, was now the pride of every Jordan citizen.

"Today you're licking all the way to my balls without being told, Samira?"

"Mmwah. Slurp. Yes, my lord ♥ Lord Cock bestowed his blessing on Jordan's females, so serving him with all my heart is just common sense ♥"

"You're a female too, so of course you lose your mind at the sight of a rich man's cock."

Han Min-guk had just been talking shit because he was horny... but it was an undeniable fact.

With the housing and food problems solved, Jordan's happiness climbed again, and happy citizens produced more science and culture as well as more production. He also "purchased" infrastructure like granaries and temples with the gold from resource sales. Buying whatever could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be bought with gold immediately, then using Jordan's abundant production to construct the buildings you couldn't purchase — that was the smart play.

Han Min-guk began constructing another World Wonder.

"For the time being, nobody except Samira needs to come to the palace for oral service. There's more than one way to make Jordan great besides sucking dick!"

Hannamguk's science had advanced rapidly in the meantime, and they could now build Medieval-era wonders instead of just Classical ones. They hadn't researched every Medieval technology, of course. But they had the tech needed for the wonder Jordan required right now.

"Sluuurp— haah. Um... my lord. Why are we building this, though?"

Even the curious Samira paused mid-blowjob to ask. Normally, a pussy-slave getting this cheeky would be made to hold a mouthful of cum — house rules. But Han Min-guk, excited about the wonder nearing completion, stroked Samira's hair and explained his plan.

"When the surrounding civilizations and city-states all trade, they have to cross the Sahara, right? Now imagine that right in the middle of that desert, with only the occasional oasis... there's this insanely lavish rest stop."

Wouldn't everyone change the direction their ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠camels were heading? The sun's too damn hot. Merchants need a place to rest "just for a bit," don't they?

"Ahh... so Lord Cock had a plan like that!"

Samira marveled at the explanation. If they could just build this, Jordan would become the trade hub of the Sahara.

Cleopatra, who'd received Busan in the negotiations, was suffering more with each passing day. Busan was a good city, no question, but—

"Your Majesty! Forgive me, but we... we don't know how to repair the harbor..."

In the end, being handed something you couldn't use was worthless. Egypt had inherited the infrastructure Hannamguk had built, but without the science to maintain it, they couldn't properly manage Busan. When a tsunami happened to destroy the lighthouse and harbor, the food from the sea dwindled. Unable to catch edible fish, the population had already dropped by two. Busan was starting to taste like a white elephant.

It was around then that Cleopatra heard the news from Jordan.

"Don't lie to me! How is that even possible?"

A rumor that a city isolated in the middle of the desert now housed a population of thirty. The tall tale that Petra, a World Wonder, had gone up in Jordan — a city that once couldn't even build a single granary for lack of labor — was equally ridiculous.

"Your Majesty!"

"...What is it this time?"

But the bad news wouldn't stop coming. Shortly after confirming the Petra rumor was real, Cleopatra heard that Han Min-guk had built yet another World Wonder in Jordan.

To Cleopatra's ears, it was complete nonsense.

But if the rumors are true...

Trading Busan for Jordan had been a truly idiotic mistake. The Queen of Egypt, her pride shattered to pieces, clenched her fist.