The Queen Married by Lifted Creampie

The army I'd started raising just to hold off the Greeks had grown far too large and imposing.

At this size, I could probably swallow Sidon by force if I wanted to.

But instead of the sword, I chose a kiss.

"Mmph?! You can't just kiss me without asking!!"

Sorry, Kira—but I had my reasons.

Annexing a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠city-state outright is never the best move. Keeping them as friends pays off far better.

You have to remember that History is a strategy game.

Befriend a city-state and make them an ally, and you rake in all kinds of perks—boosts to culture or science output, free combat units, the works. Get greedy and annex them, and every last one of those bonuses goes up in smoke. You also avoid the ugly rumor that a proper civilization is bullying a fragile little city-state.

I'm a man who looks after his bottom line.

Linking arms with Sidon was simply more profitable than drawing a blade on them. That was the only reason I'd been trying to get cozy with Kira.

"That's why I kissed you."

"Ugh… From now on, at least ask if you can kiss me first, you!"

Wait, what?

So as long as I ask politely, I can kiss her whenever I want?

Maybe Kira was an easier female to marry than I'd thought.

"But why would I even marry you… It's not like we're in love or anything!"

"You marry even when you're not in love. The world's a brutal place. If you and I enter a political marriage, the bond between Hannamguk and Sidon only gets tighter."

In the original game, you had to gift gold or clear quests just to raise a city-state's friendship… but a world patched with creampies played by different rules.

Thanks to the beautiful-girl mod, a player could raise friendship by entering a political marriage with another nation's leader. The woman still had to accept, of course—but luckily, there were almost no restrictions on how you proposed.

Kira knows it too. She knows Hannamguk's army is sitting right here in Sidon.

I had zero intention of fighting Sidon, but a little intimidation never hurt when dealing with a queen.

I put on a deliberately stern face.

A moment later, Kira finally grasped the situation and dropped to her knees in front of me.

"P-please! I love Hannamguk so much, but being f-forced into marriage is a different story!"

"Anyone listening would think I was about to rape you. Seriously. A political marriage benefits Sidon too."

"Hic! H-how is that a benefit?!"

First.

Once we were politically married, even a big, nasty civilization like Greece wouldn't dare thrash Sidon whenever it felt like it. Not with Hannamguk as her backer. Helen had already lost to me once—she'd have no choice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but to watch her step.

"Second. Once the merchants know Kira is tightly bound to Hannamguk, they'll come to Sidon without worry. And that means Sidon gets richer."

"Those barbarian bitches who rob traders on the road… Hannamguk would deal with them for us, is that what you're saying?"

"If you marry me and live well—yeah."

Drop your panties when I tell you to, spread your legs properly at night, and if you take a creampie pregnancy, birth the kids nice and smooth… Just the ordinary services a wife gives her husband, and Sidon profits. Once I laid it out like that, even Kira started to hesitate.

Time to drive the nail in.

I said to her,

"Hannamguk poured a massive force into defending Sidon this time. Without us, you'd already be Helen's maid, pouring her drinks."

"Th-that's not wrong—haah. Fine! You're right. B-but that was the price for the breast-milk trade we had going, wasn't it?"

Kira protested with tears welling up, but I just stared her down.

Tiny little thing folded instantly.

"There's a limit to how shameless you can be, shortstack. Every last drop of that milk payment went into defending Sidon. Hannamguk has nothing left to show for it."

"Eek?! That's… I'm sorry about that too…"

Embarrassed herself, Kira started squirming and twisting in place. After a long stretch of blushing misery, she finally admitted she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠couldn't win.

"F-fine, I'll do it! That political marriage thing…. If you and I become husband and wife and Sidon and Hannamguk can grow together, it's good for everyone..!"

She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her little fists.

An unusually adorable queen today.

"If Kira wants it that badly, well. I suppose I'll have to marry you."

"Nngh? That is absolutely not what I meant…."

"We'll hold the wedding tomorrow. Tonight we just do a little practice."

"Prac…tice? W-wait a sec—Aaaahn ♥"

I threw Kira onto the bed and stripped her clothes off.

We spent a scorching night in the bedroom.

A little rough for "practice," maybe—but an essential step if the wedding was going to succeed.

Today, every last one of my retainers and hers had gathered in Sidon's palace.

"The bride of the vassal state now enters!"

Kim Hyo-jung announced the start of the ceremony.

A moment later, Kira appeared in a dress so sheer you could see straight through it.

"Still… becoming Hannamguk's vassal is better than ending up under that bitch Helen's tits!"

She muttered it loud enough for everyone to hear.

First wedding jitters, maybe? Our lift-and-pound-optimized queen was radiating pure tension. Even so, Kira played the part we'd agreed on the night before.

"Please marry me! If our bond gets super tight and Sidon and Hannamguk stay close forever… Kira wouldn't ask for anything more…!"

Right in front of both nations' retainers, the Queen of Sidon begged in the most abject way imaginable.

A pretty girl crying always makes a man weak.

I couldn't bring myself to refuse, so I accepted Kira's proposal.

Good. That locks down the justification.

I nodded, and the wedding moved on to the next stage.

A filthy finale only Hannamguk could pull off.

"Eek! D-do we really have to show them? Does our wedding have to be in front of all these people—Hrngk?!"

And so the Queen of Sidon was joined with the lord of Hannamguk.

I hoisted Kira high, shoved her panties aside, and drove into her.

Held aloft with her legs forced into an M, the queen's pussy being skewered on my cock was on full display for everyone.

Schlick—

Wedding ring on her finger, the Queen of Sidon getting lift-fucked on the spot. Kira put on a disgraceful show of pussy-and-cock sex in front of every guest as she was married to me.

Brrrrrt!

Still holding her up in the air, I pulled my cock out of her breeding hole. Cum immediately started dripping from her pussy in thick strands.

The system itself recognized our marriage.

Kira, already tipped over into orgasm, started babbling nonsense.

"Heeungh ♥ From today on, Kira is… Hannam's adorable little wife ♥"

Pride discarded, profit secured. Good girl.

Just as she and I had become one, the minor state of Sidon slipped inside the fence of rising power Hannamguk.

If you tallied the rewards alone, I came out way ahead.

The moment the wedding ended, Kira gave birth to two of my daughters.

A pair of cute, petite little females who looked just like her. Bigger tits than their mother, though. These kids were exactly the friendly-state bonus Sidon provided.

Kira had really put in the work—marriage, pregnancy, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kids all in one go. Time to let the new mom rest a little.

The next day, I headed back to Hannamguk with the twin daughters I'd married and fathered.

Pretty faces, pretty names.

The cute dog-faced girl was Layla; the haughty cat-faced one was Xenia.

"Daddy got Mommy pregnant so I could be born! Hehe."

Layla said it all warm and affectionate.

"Hmph! I refuse to acknowledge some man who forced Mommy pregnant as my dad. You're nothing but the lord I serve!"

Xenia, on the other hand, had zero manners from the root up.

Still pretty enough that I let it slide.

"Good. You've rested enough—time to get to work, daughters."

The moment I gave the order, Layla and Xenia started showing off their abilities.

If things kept going like this, the capital Hanseong was going to become the greatest city on the continent.

Layla was the first to catch the eye.

"Nngh… ♥ Daddy! This isn't the time to be groping my chest! When are you going to develop that gold mine over there?!"

She pointed at an ordinary hill, and gold sprouted from it on the spot.

A miracle straight out of myth.

After that, every time I twisted her nipples, Layla produced another gold mine. All we needed now were workers to dig them.

"Hnnngh!! My lord, I think I'm going to have another baby!"

I left that to Hyo-jung.

Becoming strategist had piled more work on her plate, but she was still a good little female who got pregnant without complaint whenever I fucked her.

The population Hyo-jung birthed worked hard too.

Gold was also a fantastic export. Open a few more trade routes and we'd be raking in serious cash.

Big sister Xenia wasn't about to sit around watching her sibling steal the show.

"Da— I mean…. My lord! Hannamguk keeps growing, but if the taxes stay this low, what are we supposed to do? You said we're going to launch even more wars of conquest."

Xenia yelled it with that kitten face of hers.

Even throwing a fit, she was nothing but cute. But the reform proposal she handed over was dead serious—and genuinely useful.

After that, poor Hyo-jung was the only one who suffered more. The more Hannamguk developed, the more population it needed.

"Nngh! Lately… ah! You're being awfully fond of my pussy, my lord?"

I felt too guilty to answer that one honestly.

For whatever reason, Hyo-jung was the only one with no population cap on what you could birth through pregnancy creampies… Watching her pass out mid-fuck every so often still left me a little awkward. Anyway, Hyo-jung was a special kind of female.

"Daddy! I've got a pussy too!"

The one volunteering to have a baby this time was another Great Person.

Hannamguk's hero who'd carried us to victory in the last war—Nike.

Spawned when that arrogant Spartan queen Ayra took my creampie and got pregnant… and damn, that body was stacked. Soft-hearted underneath, though.

"I've contributed so much to Hannamguk… Why don't you ever spoil Nike, Daddy?"

"What do you mean, spoil?"

"I'm a capable female just like Layla or Xenia or that pussy-slut Kim Hyo-jung… So why am I the only one you ignore?!"

For whatever reason, Nike had a whole pile of grievances stacked up against me.

She was a critical female for the conquest campaigns ahead, so I figured I ought to hear her out.

"Stop flapping that mouth-pussy so cocky. Calmly. Exactly. Tell me what you're pissed about, Nike."

Annoying or not, it was time I got to know my daughter a little better.