Nine Daughters Who Must Be Kept at Arm’s Length to Keep the Breeding Program in Check

The resentment Nike had been stacking up piece by piece finally blew.

It was such a petty grievance I almost hated wasting the breath to answer it.

"Please admit that I'm the most important female in Hannamguk! That I'm a more precious daughter than those bitches who just play money games and run errands from the bedroom while I risk my life on the battlefield—"

Get that blunt with your wording and someone's bound to get hurt.

Right on cue, my other daughter standing next to Nike—Layla—snapped in fury.

"Mining gold is not just playing money games…. And Nike Unnie, yesterday while Daddy was fucking me he said this: 'Just like every hole is shaped differently, every female has a different role to play.' So… don't trash-talk other people's work!!"

I said that?

I didn't really remember, but I might have.

Once you're feeling good mid-sex, what won't come out of your mouth? That holds even when the sex partner is your own daughter.

Anyway, once the pussy-fight caught fire, it just kept going.

Around the time Layla started losing the argument and her eyes welled up, her twin sister Xenia cut in.

"Nike. Don't you dare throw around the word 'Daddy's daughter' so casually!"

"…For a breeding sow who does nothing but sit there and catch cum with her cunt, you're pretty damn cocky, you know that?"

"You stupid bitch. Layla and I receive seed because we're qualified to get pregnant."

"Hmph. On what grounds?"

"Because we're females our Lord sired through a political marriage with another female.

Unlike you—some dairy-cow bitch's rape baby yanked out of a cunt. You're nothing but a cock-sleeve for our Lord's lust. Nothing more, nothing less!"

Xenia's straight pitch left Nike's eyes glistening.

Her birth was a sensitive subject for her.

"Call that bitch—no. Call my mother a dairy cow one more time and I'll kill you…!"

"Hmph! Just this morning she was getting her breast milk pumped at the ranch. If that isn't a dairy cow, what is she?"

"Just because Mom's a ranch cow doesn't make me some worthless female! I-I'm Hannamguk's Great General!"

Hmm.

Why did "Proud Army of the Republic of Korea" never sound weird… but "Hannamguk's Great General" made even me, the one hearing it, want to crawl ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠under a rock?

Still, thanks to this pussy-brawl I learned what kind of kid my daughter really was.

Nike inherited more from Ayra than just those massive tits.

Ambition.

Maybe it was taking after her once-proud mother, but Nike carried a big dream in that chest of hers.

Fair enough—that was a virtue any great general ought to have.

I understood wanting to earn merit, and in some ways it was even admirable. That didn't make sniping at innocent bitches any ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠less of a bad habit, though.

"That's enough, Nike."

"B-but—"

The moment I reined Nike in, Layla seized the opening and started fawning.

Powerless females always go hunting for authority like this.

"The daughter who develops gold mines is the most precious one, right, Daddy?"

She said it while clinging to my forearm.

Damn, those udders were soft.

But I was an impartial ruler who knew nothing of favoritism, so I casually pushed Layla off.

"Um… my Lord!"

Right after, Xenia locked her arms around my waist from behind.

This bitch was even more of a bitch in heat than her little sister…. Something soft deliberately pressed into my back.

"A country needs tax collectors too, doesn't it? Hannamguk only gets rich because Xenia is here… so I'd be happy if my Lord just remembered that."

Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

I had never planned on discarding Nike, Layla, or Xenia in the first place.

Somehow I'd just ended up stoking competition between my daughters for no good reason.

At this rate they'll start stripping and daring each other to get railed next.

Arousing fantasy, sure—but a lord of Hannamguk had to manage his females properly.

I held the neutral line to the end.

"Get off me. All of you. Unless you want a job as dairy cows at the ranch."

Even Nike, whose actual mother was a dairy cow, took a step back.

What, so she was only an obedient daughter when she was scared?

Suddenly feeling a little hurt, I sank into thought. There had to be a way for these capable pussies to contribute to civilization without fighting over nothing.

"Pfft. If you go to the ranch, that's a mother cow and baby cow reunion, isn't it, Nike?"

"Xenia, if you don't even have hair on your cunt yet, shut your mouth. I'm starting to want to jam a spear up your back door."

Even through the chaos, I reached my conclusion.

Ah. So pussies were never supposed to be left together in the first place.

To stop the pussy-fights, you had to put the bitches far apart.

If you never gave them anything to brawl over from the start, they couldn't even fight.

"Nike, come with me."

At the very least, I'd separate the females who came out of different cunts.

Every human wants recognition.

A female with blood as hot as Nike's wanted it even more.

What's a whale doing playing in a pond?

Nike had already proven her ability in the war with Greece.

Which meant she was a bitch I had to keep with me to the end.

I wanted my pretty daughter to keep wagging her tail like a loyal hound whenever she saw me.

For that, a proper reward was essential.

"The Lord of Hannamguk hereby appoints Great General Nike as Queen of Sparta."

Had I gone too far with this one?

Startled retainers stared at me with eyes the size of saucers.

Well, not a strange reaction.

Sparta wasn't even Hannamguk territory to begin with.

"I know. But… a female better suited to Sparta than Nike, who came from former Queen Ayra's cunt. Who is there?"

While the other bitches just rubbed their thighs together and watched my face, Hyo-jung—playing the strategist—offered her counsel.

"My Lord. Even if Greece's invitation into the league was a trick, starting another war right now—"

"—Who said anything about going to war with Sparta?"

By day Hyo-jung was a strategist who remonstrated with her lord; by night she obediently spread her legs for the sake of civilization.

Females I wanted to love for a lifetime like her were rare. I carefully walked the worried Hyo-jung through my big picture.

"Hyo-jung. What's the sexiest way to win?"

"Huh? Uh… that would be…. Annihilating the enemy with a clever operation?"

"Wrong. Winning without fighting at all is the fucking sexiest thing there is."

"Ah! You have a plan, my Lord?"

Of course I did. I knew a scheme to annex Sparta without a fight.

And my daughter(?) Nike was going to take that legendary city.

"Daddy…. A-are you really making me the female empress of Sparta?!"

I nodded.

I corrected her from "female empress" to "queen," but it didn't do much good.

But was that what mattered right now?

My daughter's happiness came first.

"Heeeng… I'll work so hard! Nike will serve only Daddy for the rest of her life ♥"

Nike threw her arms around me.

Getting my face buried in my daughter's tits made me happy too.

"I'm the female empress of Sparta… personally recognized by the Lord of Hannamguk, Daddy ♥"

I had no doubt Nike would devour Sparta either.

Being a Great General was secondary—she carried the blood of the previous queen, Ayra.

Nike's legitimacy is my blade, Helen.

All that remained was to put my daughter forward and fuck Sparta into submission. Without fighting at all.

At the same time, the Greek cities once again named Athens leader of the league.

Not only had Helen supposedly won her war against Sidon, she had brought their former enemy Hannamguk into the league.

That was no small achievement.

On the surface, anyway.

"Goddess. Share your wisdom with me."

Helen herself was full of worries.

Because Ayra had gone off on a solo operation during the war, a power vacuum had opened in Sparta.

Helen couldn't see the system message.

But she heard the rumors spreading fast enough.

Right now in Sparta, several warlord factions were supposedly fighting over the empty throne.

"This is troublesome. Athens could send troops to suppress them, but…"

That would only drag out the time needed to rebuild Greece.

Having already lost a fair amount of population in this war, Greece had no room to dive straight into a war of attrition.

"But I can't just leave the rebels to seize Sparta ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠either!"

So Helen fretted.

What right did a woman who couldn't even mediate something like this have to be league leader?

Having nearly tanked her approval rating over the Sidon war, she had to watch the league's face.

But as always, the solution came flying in from an unexpected place.

And a familiar name was on it again.

"Lady Helen. A letter has arrived from Hannamguk."

"Hannamguk? What is that man scheming now—huh…?"

"Ayra had… a hidden daughter?"

Helen had only just learned that Ayra had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even fallen in battle.

She knew about the breast milk and nothing more; she still had no idea a facility like the ranch even existed.

"…Tell Hannamguk this. Helen of Greece supports your plan."

Still—the only way to wipe her nose without lifting a finger right now was Han Min-guk's scheme, and nothing else.

Even Helen could see that much at a glance.