The Long-Awaited Port of Busan — The Bitch Surrender Declaration (2)

They had an agreement. Cleopatra's body still trembled anyway.

She had known Han Min-guk was a strange bastard. She had not known he could be this cruel.

This lunatic… has he forgotten I'm the Queen of Egypt?

A pharaoh — a living goddess in all but name — ordered to apologize in a "respectful posture." In front of the commoners who lived in Busan, no less. And here, "apology" meant the Bitch Surrender Declaration: a little masterpiece Han Min-guk had composed for her personally. All she had to do was read it. Loudly.

The first sentence alone nearly killed her.

Refuse to read it, Han Min-guk had said, and the three thousand gold was off the table. Cleopatra needed the money now, so she had agreed. She was also going out of her mind wanting to take it back.

Read this in front of fishermen? Me? The Pharaoh of Egypt…?

Failing to cover soldiers' wages and temple repairs was a genuine crisis. The fire had to be put out — but if the method was this humiliating, wouldn't she lose more than she gained in the long run?

Ahh… they'll all think Egypt is finished.

China would. Rome would. Even relatively pathetic Carthage would start looking down on Egypt, no question. They had watched a pharaoh get fleeced down to the bone. From now on, when anyone sat across a table from Egypt, they would not concede a single resource or scrap of territory.

"Hic! Those bitches used to grovel on their own…"

Cleopatra had been busy imagining disasters that had not even happened yet, and the thought slipped out of her mouth. The makeup running with her tears made her look truly pitiful.

The only person enjoying himself was Han Min-guk, fresh off a successful revenge.

So even a woman this strong, this haughty, learned humility once you wrecked her properly. Having seized the initiative, he put on airs.

"If it pisses you off that much, don't read it. It's not like I absolutely have to buy Busan."

A lie, of course. A civilization that wanted to grow needed a port city, and he had a promise with Dido of Carthage to keep. But when your negotiating partner was already shaking with anxiety, you could squeeze a little harder without overdoing it.

Shake hard while you've still got them shaking.

Break Cleopatra's spirit now and the rest of his life would be easier. He wanted her afraid of him — too cowed to try any more stupid tricks. This was not some humiliation scene he had cooked up just because a haughty bitch was fun to conquer.

"Try practicing first, at least. For a prideful bitch like you, saying it out loud might be a bit much."

"Hic! I was wrong, my lord! I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠won't act up anymore, so please — just don't put me through this hu-humiliation…"

The moment the Bitch Surrender Declaration was in her hands, Cleopatra crumbled. The queen who had looked down on Hannam now knelt before him, rubbing her palms together and begging. She had draped herself in jewels to look impressive. Fawning over a male stronger than herself, she looked every bit the bitch she was.

"Sorry, but if you don't submit, I've got no intention of buying Busan."

Han Min-guk crossed his legs with aristocratic arrogance as he said it — mimicking the exact pose Cleopatra usually struck. She had no room left to protest.

"I'll r-read the Bitch Surrender Declaration, I swear!! But… couldn't I recite it just in front of you, my lord, instead of the commoners of Busan? Please…"

"What a cowardly bitch you are, Cleopatra. You're the one who ran the city so badly Busan ended up like this. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You don't even feel sorry toward the citizens?"

A pharaoh who held every scrap of power alone could hardly be expected to understand democracy. He knew that. He was mocking her for it. Right on cue, Cleopatra looked completely lost.

"I want to apologize directly to Hannam, not to the people of Busan! Because I was such an inadequate c-cunt… I wrecked that wonderful Busan like this!"

In other words: sorry for selling you defective goods at three thousand gold. A woman who called herself a civilization's monarch, and her own city's people did not even register.

A hardcore veteran who, even when playing History as just a game, had cherished every last population count—

This cunt doesn't even have the qualifications to rule a civilization.

Cleopatra needed a proper lesson. A bitch volunteering for the whip herself, and he would let the chance slip? Not a chance in hell. Han Min-guk laid out a plan to break her thoroughly.

"Fine. I won't humiliate you in front of the commoners."

"Ahh…! Thank you, my lord—"

"—Instead, get humiliated in front of important people. In a most respectful posture, no less."

Cleopatra tensed at the somewhat ominous demand. Still — reciting the Bitch Surrender Declaration in a closed room rather than an open plaza… that should be bearable, shouldn't it? The Queen of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Egypt, who still had no idea what a "most respectful posture" actually was, simply brightened at the prospect of less shame.

The unpaid soldiers rising up was another matter. That still worried her. So did the priests, who had been walking around with their shoulders squared lately.

"Um… I know this is presumptuous, b-but could you perhaps deposit the three thousand gold first?"

Cleopatra startled even herself after the words left her mouth. She bit down on her lip, remembering the Egypt that had once overflowed with gold. For a brilliant pharaoh to make a blunder that stupid…

"Must be pretty desperate, our Cleopatra."

"It's not that… the soldiers' wages are badly overdue even now, so if Hannam would just show some generosity—"

She knew how pathetic she looked. She kept kneeling anyway. A queen whose treasury was empty had to conduct her diplomacy from the floor if she wanted to survive.

Once the negotiations were finished, Han Min-guk brought Cleopatra to Hanseong. To save the queen's face, he even told her retainers a white lie.

"Don't worry — the Pharaoh will return. I'm just treating her as thanks for handing Busan back."

Cleopatra played along, acting as though she were simply glad the two civilizations had reached an agreement. In reality it had been coercion, not agreement.

When the queen arrived in Hanseong, a horrific humiliation was already waiting for her.

"You may offer your thanks now. In that 'most respectful posture' I taught you earlier."

"Everything about Jordan was my fault! Please take pity on me and show mercy just this once…"

Her head was stuffed with the Bitch Surrender Declaration she had memorized. Her body wore nothing but a single pair of panties. Han Min-guk paid the sight no courtesy at all and mocked her to her face.

"You got dragged all the way to Hanseong looking this pathetic, and you're not even going to collect your three-thousand-gold cunt fee?"

"…This cunt was wrong, my lord."

Frightened as she was, the answer came out quite bitch-like. After a moment of sniffling, Cleopatra assumed the most respectful posture.

Hic. I hate this…. Why does a pharaoh have to take a pose this shameful…!

It was a pose only a modern person serious about SM play would recognize. Commonly called the slave position: squat down, thighs spread wide, both hands laced behind the head. Done. It put every part a woman would want to hide on full display — cunt, breasts, armpits — enough to make a face burn just imagining it.

And the one doing it was Cleopatra. A pharaoh. A living goddess.

"This is what an Egyptian cunt looks like, Lord Cock…!"

Between the queen's spread thighs, a plump cunt sat fully exposed. It was a terribly shameful hole, and she would have covered it if she could — but a bitch in the slave position had to keep both hands behind her head. There were no hands left to hide anything.

"Pfft! This bitch is getting chewed out and her nipples are standing at attention!"

One of the "important people" had pointed straight at Cleopatra's nipples. The tone was a little annoying — bratty sadist, almost — but the speaker was, for what it was worth, the Queen of Sidon. Han Min-guk's first wife. A bitch optimized for getting bred. Kira did not stop sexually harassing Cleopatra for a second.

"She's so mad I'm teasing her that her cunt's twitching! Where did you find such a hilarious bitch, Master?! Heeheehee."

"She's a bitch who blew through the national treasury and came on campaign to pay with her body. She's the Queen of Egypt, so don't mock her too much — unless you want to get knocked up again."

"Nngh ♥ Don't use the word pregnancy, Master… when I hear that my cunt gets wet all over again!"

As both Queen of Sidon and the monarch's wife, Kira was a woman of high status. Her mouth, unfortunately, was this annoying. Cleopatra found herself thinking it might have been better to be humiliated in front of commoners after all. Not that she could cancel the contract now.

"As you can see, ruling Busan with such a worthless cunt is far too difficult, my lord…!"

Cleopatra kept reciting the Bitch Surrender Declaration. By now the queen's lovely face had flushed scarlet with shame. That alone was plenty ridiculous — but the "important people" had their attention locked on the cunt dripping honey down her thighs.

"A hole that drools love juice just because Lord Cock glanced at it? A cunt like that looks like the perfect pregnancy hole to be conquered by my lord's cock ♥"

Helen — once the hegemon of Greece, now fallen to a devotee of Hannamism — degraded Cleopatra without mercy. Having been creampied pregnant so many times, she now picked only the words that would turn her lord on. The "ice princess" label was a relic. Helen's fawning was a match for Kira's.

"Hic, hic. The bitch pharaoh who wrecked that wonderful port city and is now putting on airs to squeeze three thousand gold out of her c-cunt fee — I, Cleopatra, submit to Hannam, who has a cock…!"

The self-debasement pouring out of her suggested the surrender declaration was reaching its end. Hannam, watching the pharaoh-bitch's cunt show with Kira tucked under one arm and Helen under the other, felt a twinge of disappointment. It had been fun. Cleopatra had just broken more thoroughly than expected.

"I may be the Queen of Egypt draped in lavish ornaments, but strip me down and I'm nothing but a bitch getting ready to be mated—"

"—Cleopatra! We get that your cunt is a dog-cunt, so wrap it up already!"

When the monarch is too busy playing with his bitches, a loyal retainer steps in to deliver the finishing blow. Kim Hyo-jung — who had given birth to one just that morning — threw food at Cleopatra's cunt. Treatment every bit as humiliating as the Bitch Surrender Declaration itself.

"Hic, hic. Please stop throwing meat at my pussy… hic! I-it hurts so much!"

Broken as far as a person could break, Cleopatra lost every last shred of dignity. At this point she looked less like the Queen of Egypt and more like a whore who had come to sell her body for a mere three thousand gold. It was precisely because she had grasped her place so completely that she had been able to recite the Bitch Surrender Declaration all the way through.

"I may have the status of a pharaoh, but I act like a bitch in heat… I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠don't deserve to rule a city like Busan! If the capable Lord Cock would rebuild the city my filthy cunt ruined, I would have no greater wish… ahh ♥ Hic!"

That was the end of the queen who had envied Jordan.

The moment Cleopatra finished her sloppy surrender declaration, a status window bloomed in front of Han Min-guk.

The long-awaited Port of Busan had returned.