The Man of the Low Stone Heap: Episode 4
Let's rewind time a bit and take a look at the Earth Palace, where Beomhyeok had staked his claim and was making a life for himself. The princess, who had produced countless porno videos and adult photo books using Kaldir, spent the next day—Saturday—rather ordinarily, receiving sexual service from Kaldir in a casual manner.
"Haa... I swear... Princess, I'm so jealous... I want Maki's tongue serving me like that too."
"I almost want to possess the princess's body."
Slurrrp, slurp... Mmm, mmph... It feels like just yesterday she was blushing in embarrassment, but now she's dressed in slutty maid attire, tray in hand, scurrying around helping with housework—yet the moment I call her, she drops everything, crawls into my arms, and laps at my pussy. It's exactly what I wanted, but the training progress is faster than I expected.
"Huaa... Come to think of it, tomorrow's the day I'm supposed to meet you and Aurora again... Isn't there something I need to do before that?"
"Th-there is, but... no matter what it is, it can't be more important than serving my master sexually."
The princess gazed down at Kaldir, who prioritized sexual service over her own duties, with proud eyes—but she was worried too. When she heard Maki wanted to contribute to driving out the Lucid Empire, she'd thought it was an impressive ambition for the woman who would become hers. Yet she'd turned such a woman into a sex slave, stirring complicated emotions.
Having her pussy eaten felt good, but she was starting to wonder what plans Maki had devised as a strategy to expel the Lucids from this land. And it didn't sit right to let people who could have lived better lives with Maki's help suffer in this harsh environment just for her own pleasure. So she decided to hold back here.
"That's enough for today. We can continue next time."
"M-master... Is this really enough for you? Normally you'd demand more and still not be satisfied..."
"Hey now, what do you take me for? I can hold back my lust just fine."
The princess, only a year older than Kaldir, grabbed her head to let her finish her Earth business and act a bit mature, pulling her away from her pussy... but it wasn't long before her claim of enduring lust proved false.
At first, her hands kneaded Kaldir's thighs to suppress her urges as much as possible, but they gradually moved to her ass, breasts, and pussy. Her tongue slipped past Kaldir's lips, and before long, their pussies were sandwiched together.
Forget what I said—scratch that. I absolutely can't hold back my lust. In the end, the princess only managed to somewhat quell her lust after fucking Kaldir right there in the kitchen, with all the maids watching. Even then, she endured the rest by groping Kaldir's body as they walked.
"Uungh... You said you could hold back..."
"I am holding back. The fact that I've gone thirty minutes without fucking you just looking at you... Isn't that impressive? I'm trying, you know!"
Thanks to the princess's "utmost consideration," Kaldir could go meet Beomhyeok. A man she underrated her own powers for, but according to her plan, one she absolutely had to recruit. The princess only sighed in relief and permitted the meeting after hearing it was a man, not a woman—that's a secret.
"If we count your little brother as a set with me, then this person you're meeting now is separate, right? Good to know it's a man, not a woman... Phew. But you can't meet someone else dressed like that, can you? What do you normally wear back home?"
"N-normally... I wore the clothes Master gave me... or outfits with less exposure than the one from the first banquet... mostly those."
The princess knew the clothes she'd dressed Kaldir in weren't suitable for public view and was curious about her usual attire, so she'd asked. Kaldir's answer was surprisingly mundane: white dress shirt, black suit and tie, black dress shoes. Hmm, typical white-collar man's outfit.
Letting her meet someone in her usual clothes—but confiscate her bra and panties, then secretly watch from hiding? No downside there. With that resolve, the princess even unclipped the dog collar from Kaldir's neck and followed along as she led the way.
The emperor and assorted nobles, masked and injecting "Kaldir Cocktails" into their bitch slaves while reveling in debauchery, didn't even notice the princess slipping out of the palace.
Beomhyeok, oblivious to the fact that a no-bra, no-panties masochistic pervert was coming to meet him, was doing his usual thing that day.
In truth, Beomhyeok didn't completely abstain from using his powers just because of his resolve. Though the Lucid army's massive nuclear strikes had devastated Earth, it still had a significant population, making it hard to find places to hone his abilities. So he'd gone to some remote uninhabited planet for minor experiments.
Teleportation wouldn't cause much harm even if something went wrong. And he'd tested if his power could heal people or restore Earth's environment to habitability...
Grabbing random animals and focusing his mind slightly on them just burned a few innocent ones to death, leading to the bitter conclusion that his power couldn't be used for healing. Good thing he'd tested it—doing that on Earth could've been disastrous. A few animals were a cheap price... Hmm, too wasteful; maybe return them and give to people?
Any ideology, fascism included, needs a vision to win people over. Fascism promises a glorious nation and prosperous future! Yeah, someday. Not now, but someday. With that thought, Beomhyeok slung the crisply roasted pig over his shoulder and teleported back to Earth from the nameless planet.
"This pig's from Mars, so it should be fine to eat... Hm?"
At the village entrance he'd passed several times before, Beomhyeok felt an odd premonition. It was a small village in a radiation zone, nothing compared to cities... but was our village always this quiet? Not a soul passing by, not even a stray dog. Just buildings... and the air...?
Wondering what was going on, he entered the village to check. No people in sight. Then, footsteps from behind. Thud, thud—faint, but clear.
Beomhyeok hadn't seen who was approaching yet, but instinctively knew this was the moment he'd longed for. He grinned. The one to promise "tomorrow" to despairing Atlanteans fallen into the abyss! The one qualified to be the Führer!
"Never imagined it. Heroes are usually old geezers decked in medals..."
He turned to face a woman in the same navy uniform as his own. Sunlight scattered off her golden hair, and her pale skin gleamed even whiter under it.
Her eyes were dark blue like the Black Sea—vaporized by Lucid nukes now—like deep, unreadable ocean depths. No one's thoughts have ever been unreadable to me... Slender build, beauty suited for entertainment over the military, she stood there as if waiting for him to speak.
This beauty... far from the typical "hero" image. A stodgy thought, perhaps, but desperate people imagine a charismatic old man saving them.
No signs of superpowers from her—or anything extraordinary—but Beomhyeok's intuition told him she was hiding hers for the same reasons as him. Strong recognize strong, after all?
"First time meeting, so introductions? I'm Kim Beomhyeok."
"I'm Kaldir Astra. Please call me Kaldir."
The white woman's voice matched her face in beauty. Polite unlike typical discriminatory whites—one surprise. Fluent Korean from someone who didn't look the part—two surprises.
Rich folks use simultaneous translators, but people naturally like those who speak their language... Testing with Korean worked perfectly. They could talk more.
"This space is yours, right? Made for us to talk alone?"
"Yes. I came to Earth to entrust you with something important—can't have others interrupting."
What? "You" formally? Asking her age, she was the same as him. No need to elevate him like that... Just her personality? Anyway, despite just meeting, Beomhyeok and Kaldir chatted intimately. (One casual, the other formal.)
"Kaldir, what do you think of the Anti-Communist Crusade? Of Judeo-Bolshevism, I mean."
Beomhyeok acknowledged her beauty but wasn't much for romance, so even alone with a woman, he dove into politics and lobbed that fastball. Everything else fine, but no agreement on National Socialism's core anti-Semitism? No alliance.
"What do I think of Judeo-Bolshevism? I sense hostility in your words. Don't be disappointed, but I've allied with those Jews."
"What? Impossible. How could a noble Aryan even think of joining hands with filthy Jews?"
Beomhyeok's face showed genuine disappointment. So deep it spilled his assumption she'd be Aryan—German, precisely—based on her blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Pardon, but to defeat a greater evil, would you ally with the devil himself... ever considered that?"
"Alliance with the devil... Not pleasant."
The man named Kim Beomhyeok's fierce hatred toward Jews he'd never met stemmed solely from My Struggle. Just prejudice from a book? Easy to sway. Judging that, Kaldir began persuading him.
Beomhyeok listened fully without turning away, letting Kaldir expound her theory, suppressing her maso instincts shown before the princess.
"Who do you think is our empire's true enemy?"
"The Jews, creators of Judeo-Bolshevism and Judeo-Capitalism monsters!"
To Kaldir's question, Beomhyeok answered readily. She shook her head as if denying it, declaring the old imperialists who stole territory and slaughtered trillions as the true enemy.
"In my view, attacking Jews now is adventurism—reaching for a bridge too far. Whatever horrors they wrought in the Third Reich, we lack the luxury to care about others."
Beomhyeok actually planned to meet Cates' "El-Caudillo" he hated, but better not stir more resentment now.
Anyway, Kaldir's stance: Cates Empire (Jewish-centered) experimenting on colonial massacre victims was their problem; no reason for third parties like us to hate Jews.
Jews wield immense power—enough for Protocols of Zion or New World Order conspiracies. Why antagonize potential partners over irrelevancies?
Beyond that, the empire was fragmented by Lucid into Atlénos, Atland, Atland Corridor, etc., with resistance factions like domestic government, old government, old military rule—torn apart.