The Cocky Empress Who Got Put in Her Place

A short while later, Hyo-jung returned to Sidon after finishing her reconnaissance.

"The Greek army is marching this way, my lord!"

"Hmph. So Helen's finally making a move herself."

"That's not it!"

Then who the hell else would it be? I asked Hyo-jung again just to be sure.

"Isn't it that blonde with the huge tits?"

"The tits are huge, but she's not blonde!"

Hyo-jung traced the shield emblem she'd seen in the air ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with her finger. That's when I finally figured out who the invaders were. Sparta. Not Athens.

In History, you could pick different leaders even for the same civilization. For Greece, you had to choose between Athens or Sparta — but now that the game had become reality, it seemed both cities existed.

Guess I'd better start taking this seriously. Sparta was a city that stood toe-to-toe with Athens, the leader of the league. Well, the combat units themselves aren't a huge problem...

The general leading them, though — that was the real headache. Even if they brought the same Hoplite units, they were far more terrifying under Sparta's Ayra than under Athens' Helen. In a diplomatic fight it might not matter. On the battlefield? Different story.

Just as the real world had its great figures, History had Great People. They came in every variety, from Great Scientists to Great Artists, and of course each one granted a different bonus.

"Um... Sidon is safe, right? I mean, Ayra's impressive and all, but with an army like ours we should be fine... right?"

I could understand why Kira was scared. Greece was already a powerhouse in the early game, and now they'd thrown a Great General into the mix.

"Don't worry. War isn't something you win with muscle alone."

"Hehe... so I can relax, then? Just remember — if Sidon doesn't survive, Hannamguk can't sell us any milk either... you'd better keep that in mind, okay?"

Kira said it cutely, mixing shameless cheek with a dash of charm. Honestly, it wasn't a helpful comment. Would shoving my cock in her mouth shut her up for a bit?

It probably would, but I decided to deal with the problem in front of me first. Protecting Sidon came first. Sidon's going to be Hannamguk's first cash machine, after all.

That's when Hyo-jung sounded the alarm again.

"My lord, the Spartan army has arrived!"

Ayra, the Empress of Sparta. I couldn't understand why she'd marched in here like she was out for a stroll. If she'd come together with Helen, Hannamguk would've been finished on the spot.

"Kira, these girls aren't anything special."

"Huuuh...? How is THAT nothing special?!"

If it was just Sparta, we could take them. The Hannam army was well-trained elite troops, and our unit composition was better besides — we had archers. Ayra being a hothead by game design would work in our favor as well.

"Everyone, prepare for battle."

Honestly, all I saw when I looked at those Spartan bitches was a herd of dairy cows coming to apply for jobs at the ranch.

It had been yesterday, when the envoy Helen sent arrived in Sparta.

"Helen dares to give me orders?"

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty— eek?!!"

Ayra, Queen of Sparta — the one who'd lost the political fight and failed to become the leader of Greece. The cat-eyed woman exploded in rage. Unlike the composed Helen, Ayra had a short fuse.

"Sparta will take the field first. A city that betrays the league has no right to call itself Greek!!"

"Scare them" into putting Sidon back under Greek influence? That was the kind of decision Athens would make — the city that became league leader through cheap political games. Sparta, where every single citizen was a fierce warrior woman, would never stoop to such cowardice. It's humiliating!

Ayra hated Helen. You had to know when to be bold — but the so-called leader of Greece was such a coward she wasn't even worth the price of her own tits. Ayra was the opposite. Her ample breasts were big and full enough to hold ambitions to match. Tch! A bitch who's afraid of fighting is leading Greece?

Spartan women enlisted the moment they were born, and they reached for their spears over even the smallest quarrel. The complete opposite of Helen, who preferred to win without fighting whenever she could. Ayra intended to use the conquest of Sidon as a stepping stone to make Sparta the greatest city in all of Greece.

"The god of war blesses us! Those Sidon small-fry bitches are no match for Sparta!!"

And so, after that rousing pep rally, the Spartan army invaded their neighboring country. But the moment Ayra arrived at Sidon, she found herself in a bind.

"So you're the one? The queen of that second-rate city who sucks Helen's ass."

Some lunatic started running his mouth straight at Ayra. Judging by his clothes, he didn't look like a Sidon soldier. Barbarians... in Sidon?

He was wearing nothing but animal hides, so probably. Ayra, who didn't know much about Sidon's situation, carelessly provoked Han Min-guk.

"Barbarian. Were those words directed at me?"

"Dairy cow. Were those words directed at me?"

Sexually harassing a queen in front of her own troops... Ayra's face flushed red with rage. Hannam seized on her flustered moment to unleash a wide-area taunt.

"I don't give a shit whether I'm a barbarian or not — you tell me what YOU are first! I can't tell with those udders in the way. Cow or human?"

"I am Ayra, Queen of Sparta!"

"Still just Helen's errand girl, you fat-titted bitch."

That one got to Ayra. As a Great General, she wouldn't normally take the bait on ordinary taunts — she could let "dairy cow" slide, but being compared to Helen was something she could not stand.

"Charge! Any warrior woman who castrates that barbarian will receive a great reward!"

She issued the attack order in a fit of rage. A full eight units of Hoplites advanced —

"Shit... fall back, now!"

The Hannam army fled without even putting up a proper fight.

Was he all bark and no bite? The man was as pathetic as the words coming out of his mouth. His soldiers were just as sloppy. Hannam had gestured for them to peel off to the right, but half the troops got confused and went left — and the place they fled to was a dead end. What a bunch of idiots!

Easy prey. Ayra peeled off three Hoplite units and ordered them to finish those ones off. A ragtag bunch of barbarians like this would get crushed even if she split her forces in half. These bitches have completely lost their morale! They'll be smashed in no time.

Wipe out the enemy in pieces, then rejoin the main force — and the battle would be over. That was the moment Ayra was certain of victory.

Whoosh—!!

A rain of arrows poured down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the Hoplite units that had taken the left path. The archer units Han Min-guk had stationed in ambush unleashed their assault.

"I haven't even laid a hand on you and you're already this worked up? What am I supposed to do with you, dairy cow?"

"Kh... cheap little tricks!"

Those "cheap little tricks" wiped out all three Hoplite units. Hannamguk's archers were well-trained elites, contrary to how they looked. They'd received training at the barracks and gained a Ranged Attack +25% buff. It also didn't help that the Spartan strike force had strayed too far from the main body. On the map, they'd moved more than two tiles away from Ayra and lost the Great General bonus — that +50% Combat Strength.

"Surrender now. I'll spare your lives."

That's when Ayra finally realized it had all been an act. Too late to do anything about it, though. The Hannam forces that had split down two paths quickly rejoined and surrounded the Spartan army.

The proud Ayra refused to yield —

Honestly, she should have just given up on the spot.

The beautiful-girl archer units poured arrows into the surrounded Spartan army. Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—!! Even in this tense situation, Hannam was worried about his own civilization.

"Girls! Whatever you do, don't kill them — these bitches are all resources!"

The warrior units that had learned Defensive Stance at the barracks fought well too. They couldn't beat Ayra's elite Hoplites, but they bought more than enough time — and in the meantime, the Spartan army kept falling to the arrows.

"Now you've only got three units left, including yourself. Surrender."

"Kh-hhh..."

And so the Queen of Sparta sank to her knees.

"You're building a ranch in Sidon?"

"Yeah. We protected you guys, so you can do at least that much, right?"

"Mmm.... Well, Hannamguk is Sidon's ally!"

She hesitated a bit, but Kira let me use Sidon's land. Of course, this bitch was going to foot the bill.

"Of course.... If it weren't for Hannamguk, Sidon would've been reduced to ruins... right?"

"That's my girl. I love how quick on the uptake the Queen of Sidon is."

The little brat clenched her tiny fist, but nothing came of it. She knew the score. Talk back the wrong way here and she'd get railed in public.

The moving moment when a Hannamguk ranch popped into existence on another country's land. A short while later, the stripped Spartan prisoner-bitches crawled inside. They all look pretty good naked.

There was no creature more wretched than a defeated female. The Queen of Sparta looked especially pitiful.

Thwack!

"Hngh?!"

Ayra was crawling so damn slowly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that I gave her ass a kick. She twisted around to glare at me, but she lost the staring contest and went back to crawling on all fours. Pathetic as hell.

A queen crawling on all fours, her bare ass swaying with every movement. From behind, you could even watch her pussy twitching between her thighs in a helpless little display.

Ayra seemed to notice, because she got angry.

"Don't look from behind! Hic!"

"Don't look at what?"

"My p-pussy!"

Ayra only crawled obediently into the ranch after getting her ass kicked again.

Now it was time for a fun little titty party.

Squeeeeeze—!! Splurt! Spluuuurt!!

The Spartan women were more productive than Hannamguk's first-generation dairy cows. Hmm... maybe that was just common sense. The bigger the containers holding the milk, the more breast milk they'd spray. Obviously. And of course, the queen herself was the finest of the bunch.

"Hhhk.... The day will come when you regret giving me this... this humiliation!!"

Ayra was on all fours, her ankles bound in chains. I squeezed her helpless udders with everything I had.

Squeeeeeze—!

Breast milk came spraying vigorously from Ayra's nipples. Reduced from queen to dairy cow in an instant, she was too shocked to say a word. Her reactions are fun, this bitch.

She was the kind of female who was satisfying to break, no question. A Great General who'd once swept across battlefields, now employed at a dairy farm....

Ding!

That's when a status window appeared in midair. So it really was creampie mode, huh?

Oho. Is that so? Holy shit, this was a gacha game?

I didn't remember the beautiful-girl patch having a feature like this.... Well, whether it was a system error or a malicious bug, not my problem.

"Nngh! Don't touch my breasts, barbarian! I'd rather die than be defiled by y—"

"—Got it. I won't touch them, so shut that mouth-pussy of yours, dairy cow."

Maybe Ayra was a dairy cow who needed to get off the ranch. The Queen of Sparta had a role that was a little more... suited to her station.

At the same time, Helen — having gathered her army — arrived in front of Ayra's palace. Sparta was the only city that hadn't responded to her summons.

"Where on earth is Ayra?"

"Lady Helen, Her Majesty departed for Sidon ahead of us."

"Blinded by pointless rivalry again... that Ayra."

Pride before the league. Helen couldn't understand the Queen of Sparta. But she was just as proud herself.

What if Sparta occupies Sidon before I even leave...?

What had actually happened was the complete opposite, but Helen's worries came first. She hadn't yet heard the rumor that a ranch had been built in Sidon.

"We don't have time to wait for Ayra. How about we depart immediately? Lady Athena blesses Greece, you know."

And so the leader of Greece also hurried off toward Sidon.