The Great Daughter Born from a Trash Pussy
A thick, wet spray of liquid snapped Ayra back to her senses.
How had she ended up like this? Only yesterday she had been the Queen of Sparta. Today she was a dairy cow.
"Your Majesty, just hang in there a little longer~ One more bucket and today's quota is done!"
"Nngh?! If you pinch my nipple one more time—haaah ♥"
The Queen of Sparta, getting her breast milk extracted by a barbarian female. Proud Ayra could not bring herself to accept the reality of it.
"Grrh... I will make you regret inflicting this humiliation on me!!"
But it was Ayra who ended up regretting those words. The ranch worker who had been about to leave with a full bucket came back and squeezed the queen's left breast one more time.
"Whew. The Lord's right. These big-titty bitches just keep coming no matter how much you milk 'em."
She was a citizen of Hannamguk, so her language ran a little crude, but there was no malice in it. The worker simply felt sorry for the queen who had been turned into a dairy cow. A moment later she scooped a cup of the milk she had extracted that day and held it out to Ayra.
"You worked so hard today! Your Majesty, drink this and rest a bit."
"......"
Drink the milk that had come from her own udders. The worker was only being kind, but Ayra felt sick. If she refused, though, she would go completely hungry for the day — so she folded her pride and set it aside.
With her hands and feet bound in rope she had no choice but to drop onto all fours like a bitch. Then she lowered her muzzle and sucked up the breast milk drawn from her own teats—
"Hyaaaah ♥ Kh-hhk... why are my nipples going hard on their own?!"
She had carried those breasts around on her chest her entire life, but this was the first time she had ever squeezed them and drunk from them. Never mind the fullness — drinking it made her feel far too good. A magical beverage. She did not want to admit it, but she was beginning to understand why Han Min-guk had turned her into a dairy cow.
"The dairy industry is Hannamguk's future, kids. So from now on, whenever you see a blonde bitch with a big pair, you capture her and throw her in the ranch. No exceptions."
Han Min-guk had ordered the ranch hands to feed the dairy cows breast milk instead of fodder. A luxury good they could have sold to other civilizations at a fortune, dumped into the mouths of mere livestock... the workers could not understand their lord at all.
"You gotta take one step back if you want to take two steps forward."
No pussy had ever beaten a stubborn Hannam. In the end Ayra swallowed her shame and lapped up the milk from her own udders. A female is an animal that will do anything when she is hungry.
"Nnnngh ♥ My, my body's acting weird!! Down there is getting so hot it's tormenting me—haaah?!"
And so Hannam's grand design revealed itself. A few days later, the Queen of Sparta went into heat from drinking her own breast milk — an even more disgraceful spectacle, given how she had always packaged herself as a female warrior. But her nipples, standing stiff with excitement, could not tell a lie.
A heavy spray—!!
The lewder Ayra's body became, the more milk she gushed. Not just the quantity — the quality improved too.
"See? You feed breast milk to a slutty dairy cow and she produces even more. Told you."
"Wow... it's true! The Lord was right!"
By the time the Queen of Sparta had filled three whole buckets, Hannam appeared and handed her a new obligation without preamble.
"Ayra. Starting today, you've got another duty to fulfill."
"I'm begging you... after suffering this humiliation, I'd rather be a dairy, dairy cow! sob"
Guards pinned her limbs and spread the queen in a great X. Ayra begged through her tears. So you were just a bitch flashing her pussy at a man you used to treat like a barbarian, huh.
Shunk—!!
No reason to hesitate, then. I rammed my cock straight into her pregnancy hole.
Nice and tight.
Ayra had big, round tits and a small, narrow pussy. I don't have one myself, but I get it — something big going into something small is obviously going to hurt. Even accounting for that, the face she made when she got stuffed was hilarious. For a queen, Ayra put on a pretty sloppy seductive act.
"Hnghk?! D-don't cum inside, that's not proper!! I am the Queen of Sparta—hogoook ♥"
"Every prisoner a Hannam captures becomes a breeding bitch. You attacked Hannamguk without even knowing that, Ayra?"
"Nngh. Nngh! A proud warrior shows courtesy even to the d-defeated!"
"So what do they do in Sparta, then?"
"Hnggggh ♥ Just cut my head off already—aaah?!!"
I ignored her and kept thrusting, and Ayra's mouth-pussy finally went quiet. Had she finally developed a sense of gratitude? Still, being a breeding bitch had to beat being a dairy cow.
"Stop shoving that hard thing in!! How dare you—hnghk?! I've never had this done to me, it's awkward!!"
"You'll get used to it from now on. Going in again, Ayra."
"Haaah ♥ Please, no more... hiiik?!!"
Ayra's pussy clenched its hole trying to keep my cock from pushing in, which only made me feel better. A pussy is a hole that's already open — shove hard enough and anything will go in. Flicking her nipples with my fingers worked pretty well too. Get her excited enough and the pussy starts dripping on its own. Seeing her take it quietly without talking back, it looked like Ayra was ready to become a defeated female.
The Queen of Sparta stopped threatening and started begging.
"Anything but that!! I'd rather be a dairy, dairy cow, just don't impregnate me... heeungh ♥"
A thick, pulsing gush.
Sorry, but I came before I even finished listening. A girl with a tight pussy who talks that pretty — how was I supposed to hold back from creampieing her? Surprisingly, being a virgin, Ayra did not know much about men.
"Congratulations. You've conceived a child of the man you were trying to kill, Ayra. How's it feel?"
You have to trample them like this if you want things clean afterward. There was still more training to do, though.
"Uuhhhk.... If I just escape from here I will tear your limbs apart!!"
An unbroken spirit was worthy of praise. But respecting a female on all fours like an animal, leaking semen from her pussy... that was a bit much. Ayra talked big and ended up just taking it, and soon she was pregnant with my kid.
"Uuugh!!"
The queen's womb swelled slightly, then deflated. A dumb pussy who marched in with a grand army and left nothing behind but a gift for the enemy nation. The female Ayra gave birth to would be counted in Sidon's population statistics.
Population +1
A moment later a blonde girl spawned who took after her mother — big-chested and wide-hipped.
"Having just emerged from Mother's pussy, I greet my Lord for the first time!"
She was my daughter(?), but she was my type, so I wanted to tap that. One disappointment... she was not a Great Person.
The odds were under ten percent, huh.
Ideally I would have pulled a Great General before Helen's army arrived. As always, life refused to go the way I wanted.
"Alright. Then we keep going until it works."
"What...? Don't tell me you're going to—hnghk?! I-I was wrong! I'll never overstep and look at Sidon again, so please spare my pussy... hooot ♥"
I fed the exhausted Ayra some breast milk. The taste must have been decent, because the queen made a lewd face — and being a man, seeing a female like that made my virility surge.
Another pulse!
This time, too, a daughter resembling Ayra was born. Those thick honey-thighs looked sturdy. She would run well. She'd make a decent scout or soldier.
But she's not Great...
So Ayra would have to work a little harder. Pulling a Great Person in the early game was important enough to decide a civilization's fate.
"Hnghk! I've already conceived and given birth to ten children!! If this keeps up my w-womb will give out and I'll go infertile... you don't want that either—aaang ♥"
I paid her no mind and pumped another load into Ayra's cunt. I was going to keep creampieing that pussy until my sperm ran dry.
What do you take the beautiful girl patch for?
For balance reasons each female could only produce two population — but of course there were exceptions. A Great Person like Ayra was a pregnancy machine with no birth limit. That was why she could take creampies this freely.
"You clench like that and I'll cum again, you sow!"
"Nooooo!! I'd rather be a dairy cow! I refuse to get pregnant with an unwanted child even if it kills me—oot?!!"
The moment Ayra took her fourteenth creampie, a miracle finally happened.
Ayra has given birth to the Great General
A few days later, Helen arrived in Sidon and stopped short at the sight of a peculiar woman.
"Who on earth is that woman?"
The Great General Nike stood alone in an open field. Far behind her, Hannamguk's army was present, but they showed no intention of joining the fight.
Since when... has there been a female warrior like that in Sidon?
Helen's confusion was understandable. Nike was a female who had been birthed a mere hour before Helen set foot in the city.
"I want to cross spears with the strongest warrior in Greece!"
But the voice that rang across the battlefield was like thunder. Having inherited her mother's Spartan spirit, she had been a seasoned soldier from the moment she was born.
"Come at me, you coward bitches!!"
Nike resembled Ayra in every way that mattered. Those tits — maybe even a size bigger than her own mother's — were more than enough to seize the initiative. With resonators like those, of course her voice was loud. Nike tirelessly provoked the Athenian army again.
"Athenian warriors don't even have the courage to cross spears with me?! You temple girls who worship Athena, goddess of war — why are you so damn scared?!"
Nike was only saying what Han Min-guk had told her to say. A very useful piece of advice: Greek bitches lose their minds if you insult their gods. Surprisingly, it worked even better in practice than in theory. Helen of Greece reacted at once.
"If that is what you desire, you may duel Athens' finest warrior!"
Music to my ears. Nike's Great General bonus was specialized in one-on-one combat to begin with.
— When dueling an enemy general: Combat Power +100%
— Upon victory, nearby combat units receive Goddess's Blessing for 1 hour
The tragedy was that Helen was an NPC, and could not see the status window.
"Megaira. Please defend the honor of the goddess Athena."
"Yes, Lady Helen!"
A duel fought on personal honor and divine grace. It was a tradition the Greeks took for granted, and a point of pride. The victor's army would fight with soaring morale. The loser would take the field with their spirit already broken. That was why Megaira, Athens' strongest warrior, requested the goddess's protection.
"Goddess Athena, please bestow your grace upon Greece."
A good start is half the battle, after all. Of course, Nike performed a ritual before the duel as well. The only difference was who she prayed to.
"Give me the strength... to trample this arrogant bitch's pussy, Daddy."
One side prayed to the goddess of Olympus above the clouds. The other prayed to a Hannam for his blessing. At that point, it was painfully obvious who was going to win.
"Guhhk!!"
"Hmph! A trash pussy who can't even fight."
A mere thirty seconds after the duel began, the Great General — boosted by a +100% combat power modifier — was victorious.