Tribal Slaughter and Accelerated Paradise
My own guys looked so damn weak that there was nothing I could do about it. If I got back for real, I figured I'd have to put them through some military training or something. Who the hell did these fuckers take after, getting all soft like that? They just fucked nonstop with the women I handed out to them every day. They ate the cattle herds I hunted for them and spent all their time in group orgies, to the point where some of them were even starting to get a bit of a gut lately. Bellies on primitive tribesmen? That's pure luxury. I must've been too lenient with them recently.
"Chief. What about the ones running away? Should we let them live? ...Or chase them down and kill them?"
I silently held out my hand. The guy who'd asked caught on quick and handed over the stone spear he was holding. I hurled it with all my strength, skewering two of the fleeing bastards at once.
"Kill every man in that tribe. Old, young—no exceptions."
"...Yes, sir! Chief!"
"That's the price for pissing on my tribe's food and humiliating us. ...Don't forget. Your honor is my honor."
"""Yes, sir!"""
Leaving the tribesmen behind with those touched, emotional looks on their faces, I took the lead in chasing down and slaughtering the runners. I wiped out every last man from that tribe who'd eyed my cattle herds, butchering them all. Their women wailed and sobbed, but none dared rebel in front of my blood-smeared stone spear.
We looted everything—food, jewelry, clothes, all their household goods as spoils of war. Of course, the biggest and most valuable prizes were the women themselves.
"I killed the enemy chief and thirty of their warriors in this battle. So first dibs: I'm taking the thirty prettiest women. Any complaints?"
"""None, sir!"""
"Their warriors ran scared from me, so we won this battle easy. All the other women besides the ones I'm rewarding you with? They're mine too. Any complaints?"
"""...None, sir!"""
They answered quick at first, but hesitated a bit on that one. Bunch of punks. Be grateful for whatever scraps I toss you.
"Alright, then. Anyone who actually killed an enemy warrior in this battle, raise your hand. Not counting the ones who ran and lost the will to fight. Only those who killed during the thick of it get a reward woman each."
"Me!"
"I killed one too!"
"Me!"
"M-me too!"
"Me!"
"Me too!"
"Me...!"
Enemy warriors killed in the battle—minus the ones I took out—were at most four or five. But twelve hands went up.
"You little shits, you think I'm fucking joking? Didn't you learn that getting caught lying costs you your hand? And this is over dividing up the prime women... You'll lose your dick and balls too. Anyone who didn't actually kill one, lower your hand now on your conscience. I'll let it slide if you do it now. No lies. We'll check with witnesses from the fight—one by one—and find out who really killed who."
"""......"""
Out of the twelve, eight glanced at me and their neighbors nervously before slyly dropping their hands. Ugh, those greedy bastards.
Daring to lie to my face. I remember your faces, assholes.
I gave the four who'd actually earned it the uglier women, one each as promised. Then I handed out six more of the relatively ugly ones to the male tribesmen as communal fucktoys.
Total fertile women we got this time: sixty. Gave ten of the uglier ones to the subordinates. I got fifty. Sweet.
The tribe we conquered and absorbed had originally been over two hundred strong—more than twice our size. So about fifty enemy warriors, sixty fertile women. The rest were old folks and kids.
Hmm, maybe I should've spared the young boys. Future labor force and all. Killed 'em in the heat of the moment. ...Nah. Just call it a good example. Next time any act up, slaughter 'em all.
"...Oh, right. Any casualties or injuries?"
"""None, sir!"""
"Really? No one got hurt at all?"
"...Well, I did take a hit to the back from an enemy wooden club, but... it's nothing. Just a graze since I dodged."
"I caught a thrown stone spear with my hand, so my palm's a bit torn, but it's fine. A few days' rest and it'll heal."
"Yeah? Be careful. Clean it good."
"Clean it?"
"...Yeah, uh, wash it with clean water. Boiled water. And wrap it with bandages. Uh... fiber cloth? Whatever. Just don't push it."
"Yes, sir! Thank you for worrying, Chief! Don't worry—it's nothing."
"Good. Take care of yourselves."
Checking on the injuries and health of the warriors who'd fought beside me warmed the tribe's mood right up. I gave the fighters a quick once-over, made sure the women couldn't escape, gathered all the loot, and headed back to our tribe.
In the end, we'd killed about eighty men including kids and elders, and gained around 120 women.
Whew, out of the fifty women I claimed this time, all but two are already pregnant.
Back at the tribe, as I inspected the new women, those two guys with the weird tastes from last time approached me hesitantly with three more dudes.
...What? Did they recruit more fetish buddies in the meantime?
"Uh, Chief..."
"What."
"Can we... do whatever with the old women again this time...?"
"Yeah. Do what you want. From now on, don't ask me. If I don't say anything specific, old postmenopausal ones are fair game for you."
"Hah! Yes, sir! Th-thank you!!"
The five male tribesmen who came to me lit up with joy and bolted off to the old women.
I really can't understand it...
...Well, at least the three newbies weren't going full granny—they stuck to the 40s and 50s. So maybe not totally into that scene. They had eyes, at least; a closer look showed they skipped the real grandmas. Of course, the two original psychos who specialized in old chicks didn't discriminate.
Don't try to understand. Just enjoy my own fucks.
I bedded nearly a hundred women I'd claimed, one after another, diving into blissful sex life. Twenty-five from our original tribe, twenty out of twenty-five from the last absorption, fifty out of sixty from this one. Total ninety-five. Plus, we occasionally absorbed stragglers: loners tired of wandering who joined us, widows whose husbands died leaving them lost, women unjustly exiled from old tribes, survivors from wiped-out groups. One or two at a time, men and women. I took them all in. Trained the men into warriors; pretty women became mine, ugly ones went to the fighters. That bumped my count to ninety-seven.
I indulged in this happy-happy sex life for days that stretched into over a month.
Now my subordinates hunted parts of the cattle herd without me tagging along. The tribe moved automatically along the herds' migration paths. Eat, fuck. Repeat. Life on loop—until a system window popped up in front of me.
You are spending time repeating the same actions.
In this trial, you can adjust the flow of time.
Would you like to speed up time adjustment?
Time acceleration ranges from a minimum of 2x to a maximum of 1024x.
Oh?!
Right, there was a function like that. Curiosity piqued, I tried 2x. Suddenly, perceived time sped up twofold. Like I'd lived one day, but two days passed.
Oh... this is it. That feeling where fun stuff makes time fly—'It's night already?' The vacation or weekend vibe.
Time crawls when you're bored and killing it. But fun, rest, or slacker happy life? It vanishes. Common experience: weekend laziness hits Monday morning. Or addictive games where hours evaporate. Kinda like that, but doubled. Couldn't pin it exactly, but I lived as myself, doing my thing—time just flew. I stayed fully conscious, active, eating, fucking, hunting when bored. Clashed with other tribes? Raided 'em. Solved internal issues. Time whooshed by.
Thought time acceleration meant avatars or auto-pilot or fast-forwarding reality. Nope. Wild method: I judge and move for real, but time feels quicker. Genius. Straight-up civilized this shit.