The Nostalgic Port of Busan — The Sea's Bitch (3)

I'd gotten Busan back, but there was still work to do.

Conquering Egypt.

At a flick of my hand, Hyo-jeong and the Hannamguk bitches seized Cleopatra and wrenched her legs into a spread-eagle.

"Nooooo!! I am the Pha-Pharaoh who rules the Nile! Get that thick, wicked thing away from— nngh?!!"

I drove my massive cock straight into the queen-bitch's cunt.

Cleopatra, already a little wet from reciting the Female Submission Declaration earlier, turned out to be a far more manageable bitch than I'd expected. Her mouth ran filthy, but her breeding hole knew perfectly well how to receive its lord and master.

"Those three thousand gold included the price of your cunt. You know that, right?"

"Hic! You're not going to impregnate me, are you?"

"If you don't get pregnant, what kind of bitch are you? You saved that pristine cunt for what, exactly?"

Schlick…! Schlick-schlick!!

Brrrrip.

A cunt this well-bred really did taste better.

A moment later I pulled out, and semen spilled from between Cleopatra's thighs. I poured breast milk down her throat to help her collect herself.

"Haaaaaah… my pussy's all tingly and hot… I feel so strange… ♥"

Her womb swelled for a heartbeat and then collapsed. The proud female Pharaoh came while giving birth, and just like that she was a perverted bitch. Getting off during a rape… even with the breast milk in her system, that was a sloppy cunt for a queen.

"My Lord, did you get the child you wanted?"

Hyo-jeong asked it while still holding Cleopatra's left leg open. In plain language: Did the gacha come through?

Unfortunately, I had to shake my head.

Cleopatra — a bitch with an actual pity ceiling.

She almost never conceived a Great Person, but if I just kept snapping my hips, the payout was guaranteed. No reason to hesitate, then.

"Keep those legs spread and that cunt clenched, Cleopatra!"

"Nnghhaaah!! I already begged — I said I was s-sorry — and you've already gotten me pregnant three times… sob."

Even so, the female Pharaoh gave up almost immediately and offered her cunt again. She'd probably seen this coming. You don't get dragged all the way to another nation's capital to recite a Female Submission Declaration and expect to walk out untouched.

"O-oghhhk?!! Please stooop…! My pussy's already small and you're jamming something that huge in and it hurts— hic! I can barely take it and you keep getting me pregnant and making me give birth— hyaaaah ♥"

"Whew. Sorry about the creampie again, but like it or not, a broodmare takes seed and has a baby. That's the job."

"But you said if I just recited the Female Submission Declaration in the slave position… the contract would be complete…"

For a woman who'd once been called the Queen of Diplomacy, she was painfully naive.

I wiped the semen off Cleopatra's cunt as I spoke.

"Diplomacy doesn't have to be honest. It's just politics — you take whatever's good for your own country and nothing else."

Raping Cleopatra was, at least for me, the obvious play. Developing the port city of Busan required a Great Admiral… so I had no choice but to spin the pregnancy gacha.

Egypt and Hannamguk were so far apart in power right now that I needed to wring every last drop out of her while I still could. Even after taking my three thousand gold, Cleopatra would barely cover her soldiers' back pay — she wouldn't be raising an army to invade Hannamguk anytime soon. And that was how she'd stay: crippled, indefinitely.

If Busan pans out, Egypt loses every last one of its trade routes.

Carthage had already promised to cut ties with Egypt the moment it could resume maritime trade on its own. Minor city-states had already abandoned Cleopatra thanks to my scheming; if a trading powerhouse like Carthage turned its back as well, Egypt would be stuck living off domestic demand with nothing to export.

"Cleopatra. You want that three thousand gold?"

"Hic. Yes…. I'll be ruined without it, so please—"

"—Then bark like a bitch."

"…Woof. Woof-woof! Hhhnk. Woof-woof-woof!!"

A mother of ten daughters, putting on a display this pathetic. That alone confirmed just how badly Egypt's economy had cratered.

I intended to turn Egypt into an economic colony. Without Hannamguk to lean on, Cleopatra would spend the rest of her life fending off soldiers rioting over unpaid wages and priests screaming about blasphemy.

"Clench that cunt one more time so I can cum!"

Smack!

"Hyeek?! I'll clench it right now, my Lord…! I'll be a breeding whore so good that three thousand gold won't even feel like a waste— oohh ♥"

A dim-witted cunt-slut who'd been impregnated that many times and still kept popping out nothing but ordinary females.

I came inside Cleopatra again, chasing the pregnancy-gacha pity. That made ten creampies. Even a female Pharaoh ought to squeeze out something useful by now.

A moment later, the status window informed me I'd hit the ceiling.

Holy shit.

"Gyaaah!"

I was so thrilled I squeezed Cleopatra's ass hard enough to make her yelp. A Great Merchant would've been fine too… but Busan needed a Great Admiral.

"The widest sea is the one not yet sai— nngh? Daddy, are you still ravishing Mommy?"

A bright-eyed girl burst in on the sex. Cat-eyed, just like Cleopatra — which meant she was probably my pretty little daughter.

"Should I spread my legs with Mommy too, Daddy?"

"No. I already had you. Population growth's covered."

"Hehe. So among all the daughters Mommy's been pregnant with, I'm the most special?"

Obviously. She was the only Great Admiral in the litter.

I checked the status window, and even her name was strange.

She'd come out of an Egyptian cunt, so why Han Ye-ji?

The name was so aggressively Korean it threw me. I dug into the status window for a clue.

In other words, a free warship for any city with a harbor. Ships ate far more production than land units, so this was an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠enormous gift.

"My Lord… surely you aren't planning to wage war at sea?"

Hyo-jeong's voice was tight with worry. I understood the concern. It was still wasted.

"No. The sea lanes are for trade, nothing else."

Which was exactly why the warship mattered. A hull stuffed with profitable cargo meant nothing if pirates stripped it bare on the way.

"Ah — so you need an escort for the merchant ships. That makes sense."

"Lucky for you, I'm ridiculously good at hunting pirates, Strategist!"

Ye-ji said it with total confidence. And it wasn't empty swagger.

That was when I finally understood why the Great Admiral had a Korean girl's name.

The system just assigns Great Person names on its own.

When I first possessed this body I'd renamed the civilization Hannamguk — originally it had just been Korea. And if the unique unit happened to be a ship type? There was only one answer.

A Medieval-era warship, pulled in the Classical Age.

That alone was enough to make your jaw drop — and it just so happened to be the Geobukseon. Its only real drawback was being locked to coastal tiles, unable to enter open-ocean hexes, but the combat strength was so absurd people called it broken.

"Thank you, Cleopatra. You gave me a beautiful daughter today."

"I'm shorry… please no more cunt-rape today…"

That was the fate of a bitch who'd tried to take Busan by a cheap trick.

I left the mother where she was and took her daughter's hand.

"Ye-ji. From today on, the seas off Busan are yours."

The finest bitch on the water, and she was my daughter. I had no doubt Busan would become a second Jordan.

I repaired Busan's harbor and lighthouse, then trained a trade caravan. A camel would've been cheap; a ship was expensive. It also made a hell of a lot more money.

Business this good meant Dido of Carthage kept her word and cut ties with Egypt. Why send camels to a Cairo nobody visited when a few ships to Busan printed money?

Once the Geobukseon entered the picture, maritime trade became a license to print gold. Sea trade had always been all-or-nothing — one raid by barbarian pirates, Japanese wokou, or Danish Vikings and the whole cargo was gone.

Thanks to the Geobukseon, sea-lane trade became low-risk, high-return. Word ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spread fast. Other civilizations and city-states started lining up to trade with Busan.

The Busan I'd bought from Cleopatra at half price became a maritime trade hub just like that. Every civilization sick of pirates wanted a Geobukseon escort.

Jordan on land. Busan on the sea. With two world-class trading cities, Hannamguk grew richer by the day.

"I am ashamed to report that the soldiers' wages are overdue again… Lord Cock."

The stupid cunt-slut who'd handed me both cities, Cleopatra, grew poorer and poorer. Nobody traded with Cairo anymore. She'd tell her ministers she was going to Hanseong to "negotiate with Hannam," and every time she arrived she paid the difference with her body.

"Hoghhk?! Y-you'll really lend me the money if I just have three more daughters, Lord Cooock… ♥"

"If you can't pay it back this time, you hand over a city. Build a courthouse in advance so I can manage the happiness—"

"—Triplets!! Thank you for sowing your seed in Cleopatra's mutt-cunt again today, my Lord… ♥"

The more of a bitch Cleopatra became, the stronger Hannamguk grew. I used her debts as an excuse to peel entire cities off Egypt, and because it was just a debtor settling her tab, I never took the warmonger penalty.

She's just a deadbeat paying back what she borrowed.

Of course, grabbing cities at random wasn't always smart. Too many and you'd spend every waking hour on upkeep. When that happened, I just shook her down a different way.

Stealing a World Wonder, for instance.

"I'm here to pay my debt with my cunt again… I'm sorry I'm so filthy, my Lord!"

"Tsk. A cunt-slut who isn't even qualified. I'll push the repayment to next month — in exchange, you abandon the Lighthouse of Alexandria you're building in Cairo. Hannamguk's going to build it in Busan."

A World Wonder could only exist once. Whoever finished it first owned it. Cleopatra nodded anyway. She needed the money too badly.

And the construction rights weren't the only thing she had to offer up.

"I washed my filthy pussy clean in the Nile, Lord Cock… p-please impregnate me!"

"A queen's mutt-cunt doesn't even begin to cover this amount, Cleopatra. You sell Hannamguk whatever strategic resources you've got left — at half price."

Once your foot slipped into a debt pit, you never climbed out. The same Cleopatra who'd once crossed her legs and sneered at me ended up surrendering every resource Egypt possessed to Hannamguk —

"Ohoooh?! I'm cumming and taking seed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in my cunt at the same tiiime… ♥"

— and in exchange for Hannamguk "forgiving" the debt, she made the trip all the way to Hanseong to grow my population for me. Keeping my cock happy was just a bonus.

"My Lord, this is serious!"

And that was how I got careless. After bending Greece and then Egypt, I started believing I was invincible. Without a crisis to slap me awake, I might have stayed arrogant forever.

"Pirates… pirates in strange clothes raided Busan and fled! They struck while the Geobukseon was away in Carthage!"

Pirates who weren't afraid of the Geobukseon. Their intel had to be ancient. A few days later, though, I learned what those "pirates" really were.

"That's… a kimono."

Beautiful-girl-patched sushi-bitches. Wokou.

Not pirates at all. It was the first time I'd laid eyes on the civilization called Japan.