The Man of the Low Stone Heap: 6 (END)
What's the point of seizing land if there are no slaves to work it faithfully for humanity? Why do these self-proclaimed democrats commit genocide just because of different species? Let the aliens guard their own land, labor on it, and harvest the fruits with their own hands! The more we do so, the fatter humanity can sit and grow!
Thanks to our old imperialist friends' brutally savage colonial rule, the gratitude felt by aliens "liberated" by the "New National Defense Forces" toward our empire exceeds all expectations. If they have any sense of righteousness, they'll repay their benefactors who set them "free" in some form or another—that was truly what Kaldir was aiming for.
"Pinpoint our 'true enemy'! And let's crush them together!"
"Even before I knew how vicious they were, I always wanted to die in the swamp of greater Atlantis rather than the paradise of little Atlantis. What's there to hesitate about now?"
Kim Beomhyeok quoted some fascist and looked ready to charge off somewhere with Kaldir right then and there, but she still had business to attend to, so she politely refused his request. In terms of ordinary man-woman relations, it was akin to a woman slapping away a man's offer to escort her, but the mood didn't sour.
"I know patriots who'll join us. You're... the very first among them. It's a bit tricky to take you along right now since I still have things to do, but once they're finished, we can achieve great things together with them."
"Well, well, what an honor! It's a shame we can't go right now, but... that black suit—you knew I make and wear clothes like this, so you picked something with a similar vibe on purpose, didn't you?"
"Spot on. As you desire, the new patriotic organization we'll form will be called the 'Blackshirts'."
From there, Kaldir and Beomhyeok talked for a full two hours on the topic. Though Beomhyeok got thoroughly trounced in their political debate, spouting arguments unworthy of his genius, the two managed to converse peacefully.
For Kaldir, she'd secured the perfect collaborator for her plans. For Beomhyeok, it was a rare chance to engage in high-level discourse, making it an enjoyable time. Both left satisfied.
Beomhyeok, thrilled to finally have a worthy debate partner after so long, chattered away without noticing that Kaldir wore no bra or panties under her black suit. Had he been the type obsessed with the Führer's image of an "ascetic life," he might have looked at her with contempt upon learning the truth—but apparently, that time hadn't come yet.
"Ah, but... who's hiding over there? I didn't notice until now because I was talking to you... Someone else was here besides us?"
Even he, whose mouth seemed filled with pure yang energy, sensed something off. What he pointed to was a clump of bushes a short distance from them. Since Kaldir had erected a barrier around this space, intrusion was impossible—yet tufts of hair stuck out like a human scalp, which was highly unnatural.
And that... whatever it was presumed to be hair... flinched in surprise the moment Beomhyeok pointed it out and ducked back under the bushes. It sure looked human. It was Atlantia Princess, who'd been watching Kaldir the whole time, and what Beomhyeok had spotted was her idiot tuft.
It was like a gag comic where someone hides poorly, gets caught, and scurries away—but Beomhyeok didn't sense any real threat from her and didn't assume an attack stance. Even as a powerful superhuman, without professional training, he wouldn't know what a proper combat pose even looked like in this situation.
"Ah, that's my mas—"
"Mas... ter (Jew)? A Jew? Did a rat sneak in?"
Kaldir tried to gloss it over simply since Beomhyeok wasn't reacting too seriously, barely catching herself from saying, "That's my mistress." She couldn't risk self-sabotage now that she'd successfully planted a positive impression in this must-recruit figure, but it led to a bizarre misunderstanding.
"Ahem, no need to scowl like that. That's someone I know."
"Well, if you say you know them, they must be trustworthy."
Kaldir succeeded in halting Beomhyeok, who'd misinterpreted her slip and was charging toward the bushes. This guy's mouth is the problem. Better to part ways before things went further south.
"Then... we'll meet again soon."
"Hahaha, sure. There's no such thing as just one day. Without you, I might've ended up as some Robin Hood robbing medical gear and food. Still, I hope we meet again soon. The sooner we start, the better."
Beomhyeok lumbered off in high spirits beyond the barrier Kaldir had set. Now he'd melt back into the noisy crowd, handing out roasted pig from another planet as gifts, living his daily life until he returned.
Once he was gone, the 160cm Kaldir could finally relax her stiff neck from craning up at the much taller man, and the princess, who'd been hiding like a stray cat, could step out and breathe fresh air.
"Weird. All men go crazy wanting to fuck a sleek white horse like you, but that guy saw you and didn't bat an eye?"
"Nyaah... nyaa... Mistress... now that... everyone's gone... here... let's have sex... I'll suck you off so good..."
The moment Beomhyeok vanished and the princess reemerged, Kaldir tossed aside the serious demeanor she'd shown him. Ignoring the dirt on her hard-won suit, she crawled on all fours to the princess and bit the strap of her panties hanging from her crotch, tearing it off with her teeth.
Which side is the real her, and which is the fake? That guy spent a rare one-on-one with such a sleek beauty yakking endlessly about politics, diplomacy, and military strategy without a hint of interest in her body... Wonder what face he'd make if he saw Maki like this.
"I got to see your other side thanks to you, and I liked it. I had no idea thoughts like that were in your head, Maki."
The princess licked her lips like a female cat in heat, affectionately stroking Kaldir's head as she lapped at her pussy. Kaldir wagged her hips slightly, expressing genuine joy.
The princess now toyed with Kaldir's chin like a pet owner, and Kaldir purred contentedly as if she really were one. Gap moe didn't even begin to cover it—this was straight-up split personality territory.
"But in that talk with him, how much was sincere, and how much was fabricated? It wasn't just in front of me, so you probably didn't spill your true heart entirely."
"Y-you nailed it, Mistress... I hid some of my true feelings from him... but in front of you, I can confess everything..."
Kaldir began her political confession to the princess. The bold "Kaldir" who'd expounded her theories confidently before Beomhyeok was nowhere to be seen—only the princess's pet, "Maki," remained. The princess listened with an intrigued expression.
As she'd told Beomhyeok, Kaldir unwaveringly believed humanity was the greatest species in the universe. Unlike him, however, who viewed aliens and mixed humans with disgust, she'd grown up among them and held no resentment.
She'd learned one truth from friends like Shuga, who sported rabbit ears impossible to find on pure humans: "Species may differ, but as intelligent beings, we're not so different."
No, setting that aside—how could she hate them when her own mistress the princess was a "mixed human" born of succubus blood, an alien lineage? Hating her owner would make her an ungrateful bitch slave, an impossibility.
Under this premise, when she eventually stood before crowds to speak, Kaldir planned not to define "humanity" as "Homo sapiens sapiens originating from Earth," but rather: "All who survived the great war against the Lucid Empire are humanity!"
In her view, "strict human-firstism" couldn't escape the pitfalls of fanatical racialism-nationalism merely expanded. If only Homo sapiens were great, would they exterminate all other species in the empire?
Genocide? They'd just suffered that from the Lucid Empire—walking the path from victim to perpetrator was absurd. If enemies truly came to annihilate them, she'd steel herself for the infamy of butcher, but it wasn't that dire yet, in her opinion.
Kaldir believed that when she rose to lead, preaching not "fanatical racialism" but a "broader concept of humanity" would end the separatist history plaguing the nation and finally unify the empire after some 4,000 years.
In this land, where human-first policies had reigned for millennia, separatist movements seeking species-exclusive states beyond the human-centric central government's sway had deep roots.
Only by breaking the cycle—oppressed groups vetoing the regime with grenades and gunfire, victims howling for bloody revenge—could the nation truly rise as a hegemon.
Ultimately, while Beomhyeok aimed to build a "pure human nation free of aliens and mixed breeds," Kaldir sought a "nation-state where all unite under one flag."
According to her ensuing explanation, democracy—which required collecting every citizen's will—was too frail to overcome the dire crisis wrought by Lucid and build this nation-state, while communism denying private property would plunge the already chaotic land deeper into abyss. A different approach was needed.
An "individual" found worth only as part of the "whole." Even one with immense superpowers like herself meant nothing unattached. The "one" for the "all," the "all" for the "one."
The princess, educated as royalty despite her low succession rank due to her sex, immediately recognized—blatantly so—that Kaldir was describing "totalitarianism."
"So that means you'll never willingly leave my side, right?"
"Yes, mmph, slurp, Mistress. That's right. Slurrrp, slurp..."
Strictly speaking, this audacious "lesbian coupling" could be seen as a sort of "whole"—an organization of two "individuals"—and the princess seized on that to tease Kaldir, who'd been droning on explanations between pussy-licking breaks.
Hm... totalitarianism. Might surprisingly align with my dad somehow. Even as she teased jokingly, the princess pondered seriously.
Her father, Atlain I, was less a "libertarian socialist" than a "totalitarian socialist," and as the saying went, "It's easier to turn communists into fascists than democrats"—fascism and communism shared much common ground.
"Now, strip yourself. Looks like I need to meet my dad sooner rather than later. But first, let's have a round."
"Mmmph, yes, Mistress... You've held back for over two hours... I'll serve your pussy properly..."
It took less than a minute for Kaldir to unbutton her dress shirt precisely and zip down her pants, baring her naked body with no underwear beneath. Excited about getting caught by that guy, she leaked milk and juices, heating her whole body just right for me to devour. Heh heh heh...
Having gleaned Kaldir and Beomhyeok's political commonalities and differences, the princess chose to polish off the prepared meal first. Thus, the prelude to Atlantis fascism unfolded in absurdly ridiculous fashion, its future impossible to envision.