The Airheaded Cunt

Megaira — the warrior-woman who had crushed everyone from petty barbarian tribes all the way to the mighty empire of Persia. Helen had never even entertained the thought that she might lose. Which was precisely why the shock hit her like a thunderbolt.

"Kyaaaaah!!"

Megaira had dropped both spear and shield in the fight and now knelt before the enemy general. As if being beaten black and blue weren't humiliation enough, Nike had stripped the armor right off her back.

"What pathetic skill. Ptooey! You don't even deserve to hold a spear, you cunt!!"

And so Greece's warrior-woman collapsed, completely naked. She happened to pitch forward as she fell, her tits mashed flat into the dirt while her ass pointed high at the sky — a humiliating pose that put her pussy on full, shameless display. No wonder nobody treated her like a real warrior.

"I thought you were supposed to be a great fighter? Can't even stand up now, can you?"

THWACK!

Nike kicked the defeated bitch's pussy from behind. Even Megaira snapped back to her senses the instant that place every female was ashamed of took the hit.

"Hnghhoooh?!! Nngh... I'd rather die with honor than have my cunt stomped— nnhhh ♥"

All that tough talk, and then ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the dumbest, most vacant pussy-mouthed moan imaginable. Nike looked at Megaira passing out all over again and worry came rushing in first.

"Holy shit! Did she actually die?"

She'd been planning to take her alive and offer her up to Daddy as a dairy cow...

But people don't die that easily.

Puff.

Unconscious Megaira was breathing through her pussy. Nike let out a sigh of relief watching the defeated bitch's hole open and close, open and close.

Whew. The bitch was just getting off on the pussy stimulation.

A duel that had not only crushed the enemy's morale but also secured a female to throw into the breeding ranch. Nike grinned like an idiot at the thought of Daddy praising her once the war was over.

Han Min-guk soon gave the signal that said now's the time. Nike grabbed Megaira by the hair, hauled her upright, and bellowed across the field.

Even if it hadn't been a full-scale battle, a "civilized nation" like Greece had just lost to a mere "barbarian horde" like Hannamguk. Soon the terrified Greek female soldiers' panicked voices filled the battlefield.

"W-we're not going to end up like that, right?"

"Dying in battle at least has honor... having your pussy stomped is just humiliation!"

"Ugh. Even Megaira got shamed like that — how are we supposed to fight them?!"

Helen's side had already pissed their panties before the real battle even started. Meanwhile, the Hannam army that had watched Nike win was riding a morale high that scraped the heavens.

A "goddess's" blessing for a bunch of girls who worshipped a man's cock... It was a pretty awkward buff for Hannamguk's female soldiers to receive.

"This is already won. All forces, charge!"

At their lord's command, the Hannam army surged forward. Hoplites in full armor should have crushed Hannam female warriors who were basically fighting half-naked — but then the lid came off.

Once they actually got into it, the result was a crushing Hannamguk victory.

"Ahh. Have you abandoned Greece, Lady Athena?"

Helen returned to the Greek army tent after the crushing defeat. The humiliating loss sat heavy on her chest.

"Ugh! That hurts."

She'd hunched forward in her grief, and now her back was paying for it. Helen ordered a maid to massage her shoulders.

It was like... a monster that had escaped from Tartarus.

They'd only held it to this thanks to mustering troops from the entire Greek league. If Athens had fought alone, they would have been annihilated — that much was obvious.

"...But I cannot back down."

Helen had to produce ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠results, no matter what it took. If by any chance they lost this badly again tomorrow... it was no longer certain the league cities would keep recognizing Athens as their leader.

"Haa. A weary night, Goddess of Wisdom. But if I mobilize even more troops from here... the people will not simply sit still, will they?"

"Um... Lady Helen?"

The question had been for the goddess, but a subordinate girl answered it. Helen let her into the tent, and—

"Ah!"

Kim Hyo-jung came in right alongside the subordinate. Apparently she was here today as Han Min-guk's envoy, or something to that effect. Having recently been promoted to strategist, she double-checked the woman in front of her just to be sure.

"Radiant blonde hair... milk-white skin... and those enormous tits. Ah! You're every bit as beautiful as our lord described, Lady Helen!"

"...Were you suspecting I had set a trap? Athena's disciples do not fight with cowardice. Even if you are the enemy, I have no intention of killing an envoy."

Helen's proud answer left Kim Hyo-jung completely flustered. It was so different from the lord she served.

Our lord says... anything's fine as long as you win.

But a retainer couldn't badmouth her lord in front of the enemy. Kim Hyo-jung forced a bright smile and handed over the letter.

"The lord of Hannamguk wishes to meet with you, Helen!"

It was true they'd scored a major victory thanks to Nike. Training the population Hyo-jung had worked so hard to birth at the barracks had paid off, too. But Greece and Hannamguk still had a massive gap in weight class.

They're still standing strong even after getting wrecked that hard, those Greek bitches.

Hoplites were a unit one tech-tree tier above Warriors, and they were unique units that got combat bonuses on top of that. Once the Goddess's Blessing wore off, our girls had no choice but to struggle. Helen deciding to squeeze out even more troops and come back swinging was a perfectly possible scenario.

"Nnh?! My pu-pussy isn't something you can just take however you want... ahh ♥"

That was why I was raping Megaira, the Athenian warrior-woman I'd claimed as spoils of war this time. Every time my stamina regenerated, I had to creampie her pregnant if I wanted to keep an army that could stand against Greece.

"Hngh ♥ Just you wait, barbarian...! Someday you'll pay for stealing my virginity!!"

A strategy of pumping out combat units from the population grown through pregnancy-creampies. After all, nothing beats raw numbers. But even if we beat Greece that way, it could end up being a hollow victory. War itself — especially a long war — was harmful from the start. The bigger the army, the higher the upkeep, and having an entire civilization's population become soldiers was inefficient to begin with.

Then who's going to manage the ranches? The scientists? The artists? The engineers?

The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt, so let's stop there. Anyway. I figured it might be better to become comrades with Greece than to stay at odds. At least in the short term...

Right on cue, Helen accepted my invitation and entered our tent.

"My lord, Helen of Greece has arrived!"

I hurriedly dumped one last load into Megaira's pussy and left the room. She could handle the birthing herself.

"So, what is your business?"

Helen sat at the negotiation table, crossing her legs as she spoke. She was just putting on airs to look older, so no need ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to get flustered. I drifted into a fantasy of sliding my foot between her thighs under the table. But negotiations first. Helen was hot, but I'd fuck her later. Once I made her submit, I could have sex all day long.

"Business... of course I have some."

I presented a method where both Greece and Hannamguk would win. Helen was, naturally, startled.

"Hannamguk will join the Greek league."

"...What did you just say?"

The opponent she'd been trading blows with just this afternoon was volunteering to crawl in on his own? But if you looked at the practical benefits, it was a pretty decent proposal.

"You're in just as much trouble if this drags on, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aren't you, Helen?"

"...Why would you think that?"

"I heard there are a lot of cities that don't like Athens being the leader of Greece. If you take one more loss like that last one... the league won't respect Helen anymore."

Helen's eyes went wide. Never gone up against a veteran before, have you?

"How did you...?"

"Does that matter right now? You need to show results by capturing Sidon fast if Athens is going to keep the leader's seat."

Helen glared at me.

"What are you scheming? Hannamguk joining the Greek league — what is that even supposed to mean?"

"I have no intention of handing Sidon over to you. And you don't have the confidence to beat my army."

"No. The goddess of war always wins in the en—"

"—Forget the goddess up in the clouds and let's talk practical benefits. Let Hannamguk take Sidon, and Greece puts that Hannamguk under itself."

On paper, that is.

Helen hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. Because she stood to gain from this too, not just me. Whatever the process, an enemy civilization had come under her, so she now had grounds to tell the league she'd "won"—

"I'll give Greece priority on breast milk exports."

I'd also offered a deal she couldn't easily refuse. Fortunately, Helen understood the value of breast milk, which served as both food and a luxury good. She wouldn't want a resource that precious going to hostile nations like Persia or Rome.

"Very well. But we'll only pay three-quarters of the price. Greece took losses because Hannamguk blocked our wheat exports to Sidon, after all."

"I'll give you that. In exchange, promise you won't discriminate against Hannamguk, Helen. Don't go changing your tune later just because we're late joiners."

I wanted to lock in the benefits of joining the Greek league. Technology sharing between league cities, for instance.

"Of course. I am not a woman who keeps lies and hypocrisy in her heart."

By the standard of scientific progress, Greece was still stuck in the Classical Era. An age obsessed with divine grace over the benefits technology brought. Helen, a devotee of the goddess Athena, didn't seem to grasp how important technological development was.

I may not look it, but I'm from the modern world. I'm different.

Hannamguk, which hadn't even researched Iron Working yet, would end up picking that know-how right off Greece.

Hannamguk's the only one that benefits.

We'd spent everything on territorial defense so far, so we'd barely researched any tech. Which meant there was no knowledge going from Hannamguk to Greece. None at all, from the start. Anyway, thank god Helen was a religious zealot and not a nerd girl. Apparently happy she'd get to keep the leader's seat, she welcomed me with a bright face.

"Welcome as a member of Greece, Lord Han Min-guk."

"Thanks, Helen. Both Hannamguk and Greece will gain more from peace than from war."

On paper it was a surrender, but in reality it was a deal where I'd pocketed every practical benefit. Hannamguk could now export breast milk to Greece as well, and use league membership as an excuse to easily steal technology.

No more war for a while, so I can put the population Hyo-jung birthed to more productive use.

Training specialist scientists, for instance. It was a chest-swelling thought, no matter how you sliced it. My civilization was going to develop fast from here. Of course, there was a problem I needed to deal with urgently right now.

About ten minutes after Helen left with the agreement signed? Kira, who'd been huddled hiding in her room terrified of that "big-titty bitch" who'd once tormented her, quietly crept outside.

"So, um... that part earlier where you said 'Hannamguk takes Sidon'.... As the queen of this place, that sounded a little, a little rude to me?"

"Hmm. It is pretty rude, yeah."

"Huh?"

I felt a little bad for Kira... but civilizations that were too naive were destined to vanish into history anyway. I planned to quietly take the practical gains while nibbling away at the Greek league bit by bit. Sidon was the first button of that grand plan.

"Ah, don't worry — I'm not talking about annexing Sidon."

"Ahaha... well, yeah. You'd never do something that, that terrible—"

"—Instead, let's have a political marriage, Kira."

"Huh...? Me? With you? Do we really have to do it that way for Sidon and Hannamguk to have a g-good relationship? It's not that I hate the idea, but your thinking might be wrong, so maybe just think it over one more time...."

Sorry, but Kira's opinion didn't matter. I just wanted Hannamguk to expand its power without getting called a warmonger. It just so happened that a forced marriage was the strategy I picked. And conveniently, Kira was cute-looking and petite enough that she'd be easy to pick up and pound. Still, as a gesture of consideration, I'd start gentle.

"Hey, Hannam, what are you— mmph...!"

I kissed Kira without even asking permission.