The Female-Collecting Campaign — The NTR'd Queen (2)

Monogamy is a blight that needs to be ripped out by the roots.

Every pussy tastes different, so why the hell should I only fuck one bitch? And not just for a day or two — for the rest of my life?

I proudly welcomed a second wife into my harem.

"Hhk! When is this 'wedding' going to e-end, My Lo—ord?!"

"Lela. A female who spreads her lower pussy ought to keep her mouth-pussy shut. A man decides when the wedding's over."

"I know that's common sense, but... ooh?! Nngh ♥ I've already cum five times, if I orgasm again I'll— aaaahn!!"

Brrrrt—!

The moment I came inside her, Lela's whole body shuddered. This bitch had already been pregnant with twins, and she was still playing coy. Tch.

"We're husband and wife now. From here on out, be a good wife who spreads her legs for her husband."

Smack!

Lela took the slap on her ass and nodded without a word. The gentle Queen of Zanzibar took to pregnancy the way she took to everything else — readily, every single time I put a baby in her. My cum was still dripping from the bitch's hole. She barely looked ready — and yet she'd already finished giving birth to a baby girl.

Easy-birth hips. She pops them out fast, too.

The "daughter" who walked into our bedroom a moment later was a beautiful girl who took after Lela. She had that sexy dark-elf look — except her hair was silver. The way her ass swayed left and right when she walked was downright fuckable.

"Do I... have to get married too? Like Mom?"

The daughter asked shyly. I danced around the fact that a political marriage wasn't something you could just throw together whenever you felt like it — and then I showed her instead.

"I'm cumming, cumming, cummiiing!! A worthless mother and daughter, both conquered by the same Lord Cock ♥"

I pumped a thick load of cum into her pussy. A perfect little sex toy of a daughter — she even knew to degrade herself while she was getting fucked.

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That ought to be more than enough to get Zanzibar back on its feet.

When I even threw in some pocket money, Lela dropped into a naked dogeza all over again. The daughter I'd just raped knelt down right beside her and did ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the same.

"I will never forget the grace My Lord has bestowed upon me...! With the p-population you've given us and the gold you've donated, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I will rebuild Zanzibar. Hhk!"

"Thank you for ravishing Mom, Daddy! Because Lord Cock married us, our dying city gets to stand again!"

The sight of mother and daughter side by side in naked dogeza only got warmer the longer I looked. This is why it matters that your army is big and strong.

I extracted a promise from Lela that Zanzibar would resume trade with us, then left the city.

"My Lord... but will Egypt really stop at just this?"

Hyo-jeong asked on the road back to the capital. The suspicion that sly Cleopatra would backstab us again the moment she got the chance. I answered by groping Hyo-jeong's tits.

"Hngh ♥ You're being so gentle today... does that mean My Lord thinks my hunch has a point? Nnh!"

Hyo-jeong could read my intentions like a damn ghost these days. Do females really only grow by getting wrecked?

At any rate, my pussy-slave bitch and I were not wrong.

That night, after I returned to Hanseong, a message popped up on the status window. Florence, Jordan's regular customer, cutting off trade?

They've got more to lose than we do, don't they?

Just in case, I paid Florence a visit. I brought the army purely for my own safety — but the Florentine troops took one look at us, assumed it was war, and ran for their lives.

"You ungrateful bitches!"

On her knees before me, Bianca — Countess of Florence — scolded the soldiers who had sold her out. Just like the rumors said. A female with a haughty little streak. Looking at that fair, delicate skin, I wanted to mix bodies with her right then and there... but now wasn't the time.

"Get Bianca on her feet, girls."

I gave the order to the crossbowmen I'd brought along.

"Yes, My Lord!!"

"Ah, and execute every last bitch who betrayed the Countess."

Only then did Bianca let the tension drain from her shoulders. She'd been pretty when she was crying, but smiling like this, she was even more beautiful.

"You're... a better man than I expected."

"What exactly did you take me for?"

"I thought you were going to pillage Florence and rape me."

Was my reputation that rotten? I'd come to help, not to fight Florence. I felt genuinely wronged.

"That right? Want me to pillage and rape you after all?"

"No! I was wrong, My Lord..."

Bianca dropped back to her knees, polite as you please. Now we were getting somewhere.

"I'm not some barbarian who came here to pillage Florence. I came because I wanted to know why you cut off trade with Jordan, Bianca."

"Ah! So that's what this was. I heard the rumor that you'd turned Helen of Greece into a sex slave, and I simply misunderstood—"

Let's just keep the part where I raped a dead-drunk Helen a few days ago between us. I told Bianca that rumors were just rumors. Hyo-jeong, standing beside me, jumped in a moment later.

"Our Lord would never do such a thing! Rumors are just rumors, Lady Bianca."

Hyo-jeong — who'd given birth to my kid just this morning — standing there telling a lie that bald. Unbelievable. Well. True or bullshit, all that mattered was that Bianca bought it.

Fortunately, once she'd opened up, she explained why Florence had cut off trade with Jordan.

"I'm afraid Egypt will retaliate..."

Of course. Cleopatra, that bitch, again. Bianca had fought Egypt once before, lost badly, and the trauma ran deep.

"She made me p-pull her chariot... completely naked... *sob*."

Good god. Using the ruler of a neighboring city-state as a chariot archer instead of a horse. Unbelievable. I felt bad for Bianca, bawling her eyes out — but picturing her stripped bare in my head, I ended up getting hard anyway.

"Even if I a-attacked first, wasn't that going too far? *sob*."

"Hold on. You were the one who attacked fir— never mind. Yeah, that was too far."

Fair enough. The Egyptian queen was obsessed with city-state bonuses — she wouldn't have been the one to hit Florence first. Honestly, Bianca had earned herself a humiliation play... but I'd come here to pick this bitch up, so I might as well put on a show.

"You've been through a lot. How could anyone make a delicate girl like you pull a chariot stark naked?"

"Hhk! Cleopatra even made me take my panties off! It was three years ago, but the humiliation is still so vivid—"

"—but you don't have the guts to stand up to Cleopatra, do you?"

Bianca burst into tears all over again. The way she nodded through the sobbing told me her military was still too weak.

Hmm... but adding another protectorate would be a problem.

The problem was I had no justification. Zanzibar had barbarian camps scattered all around it, so making it a protectorate hadn't raised any eyebrows. The neighboring civs would think, That bastard's quietly angling for the city-state bonus... — but even those bitches couldn't denounce us for it. Nobody likes getting raided by barbarians, after all.

Unfortunately, Egypt was a civilization — not a barbarian camp. Declaring that I'd protect Florence would be the same as calling Egypt a threat on par with the barbarians, and there was no way Cleopatra — a diplomatic leader — would take that kind of treatment lying down. Honestly, that pussy-bitch herself wasn't the problem so much as her friends.

There were several civilizations allied with Egypt, or at least on "friendly" terms. I might have been a History veteran, but nobody survives a dogpile. Florence would have to be won over with a more élégant approach.

"From now on, you don't need to be afraid of Egypt."

"Don't tell me... is Lord Hannam offering to protect our Florence?!"

Bianca asked, her face lighting up. I shook my head.

"No."

"I'm sorry for getting ahead of myself, My Lord."

"I won't be issuing a protectorate declaration. However— I'll gift you a combat unit."

Not because I was worried about Egypt or anything... Hannamguk just wanted to be on good terms with Florence!

This way, if a barbarian camp spawned near the city later, they'd be able to handle it.

"And if... Egypt invaded, they could hold them off too."

"You're right! I don't know how to thank you, Lord Cock!"

How thrilled was she, slipping into an honorific that a female believer of Hannamgyo would use? Still, it was a little early to celebrate. Even a gift given with the best of intentions could look suspicious.

"I sincerely hope Hannamguk and Florence can become close."

So I threw in 500 gold and some luxury goods as well. I'd earn the gold back the moment trade with Florence resumed, and the luxury goods I gifted were surplus breast milk — the capital, Hanseong, was producing so much of it we had the stuff coming out our ears.

A total jackpot, basically. Dodge the ugly suspicions of the neighboring civs, and score points with pretty Bianca while I was at it.

But I wanted to take it one step further. Florence was worth staying on good terms with — they paid gold through trade, and their city-state bonus even handed out Culture.

Was the system showing respect for my thinking? The notification chimed at a remarkably convenient time. No reason to hesitate, then. A moment later, I proposed to Bianca like some romance-fantasy male lead.

"Bianca."

"Yes, My Lord! Anything you ask!"

"Bear my child."

If she refused... well. I could always just take the crossbowmen and leave?

"Hnh! H-honey...! Today's Bianca's f-first time, so please, the booty-smacking...? Go easy on that, I'm begging you ♥"

I already had three pretty wives in the harem. The relationship between Hannamguk and Florence, a marriage of true love—

"If you cum in my pussy like that I'll get pregnant agaaain ♥"

No civilization would dare question it, right? It wasn't political or anything. We were just close because we had such great marital chemistry.

"Ah, sorry. Came inside again."

I'd said I was going to finish in her ass crack this time, then accidentally dumped it in Bianca's pussy instead. At this rate she was going to get pregnant again...

From now on, I probably shouldn't think about Cleopatra while I'm taking the wife from behind.

Cairo, capital of Egypt — cold and quiet once again, with not a single foreign merchant in sight. It was in that moment, staring at a treasury growing emptier by the day, that Cleopatra let out a groan of despair.

"These bitches dare...!!!"

Zanzibar and Florence — the city-states she'd believed were firmly in her grasp — had sent her the most ungrateful notices imaginable. Enraged, Cleopatra tore the letters to shreds.

What the hell were those pussy-for-brains bitches counting on, acting this bold?

But whether she tore at her hair or not, the Pharaoh's ministers were not about to hold back their counsel.

"Um... Your Majesty? There are still letters you haven't read—"

Every one of them was a notice from a city-state or civilization that had been a friend of Egypt. The queen read the letters, and a tear slipped down her cheek.