Marching East to Hanbando
I decided to kidnap one of the men from another tribe. My daughters would scout other tribes first, pretending to be like going with their brothers or younger siblings. They'd check out the nearby tribes for any handsome guys they liked, then report back to me. I'd go snatch him myself... or send my sons to do it... So from my daughters' perspective, their brothers or younger brothers were kidnapping husbands for their older or younger sisters and bringing them back.
"...Hiiik! P-Please, spare me!"
"Kekeke, who's gonna kill you? From now on, you're my daughter's husband. Congrats. ...But if you cheat or make her cry, you're dead."
"Th-That kind of...? B-But I already have a woman! We're married! ...I-I have kids too! J-Just let me go this once. My fox-like but pretty wife, and my mischievous but bunny-cute kids..."
"What? You're a married man with a family? Why would my daughter pick a guy like you...? But anyway, a fox-like but pretty wife, huh? Hmm... Is your wife really that pretty? Or do you have a pretty daughter too?"
Sensing the thick lust in my gaze, the guy suddenly clammed up at my question.
Not talking? If he weren't son-in-law material, I'd have tortured him until he spilled... but either way, I'd end up kidnapping his wife and kids now.
"......"
Anyway, your average married farmer types. Or the only son of a neighboring tribe chief. I'd sneak up on them at night, slip a noose around their necks, drag 'em back, and marry them off to my ugly daughters. If they refused, I'd threaten that my daughter would cry... and if they made her cry, I'd crush their dick and balls. They all said yes after that. Sure, my daughters were ugly on the outside, but thanks to the genius gene function of my Absolute Dick skill, the kids turned out sweet, smart as hell—they popped out healthy babies no problem and lived well.
And luckily, a bunch of those babies took after their dads, not their moms, producing lots of pretty granddaughters—who I, by my standards, claimed plenty of times. A true king in the purest sense...
"...Ah, wait. But is it really okay for me to just coast through life like this? I haven't even cleared the Tower's trials... ...Ah, but I wanna settle down in Hanbando..."
Suddenly, it hit me—I couldn't keep wasting time like this. I pondered for a bit, but couldn't solve it on my own, so I dipped back to reality.
No way to find Hanbando came to mind. No smartphones or map apps in that world...
Back in reality, I sat on the living room couch mulling it over when my youngest sister, fresh from a shower with ice cream in hand, plopped down next to me.
"Maknae, c'mere."
"Why? Want me to suck your dick, oppa? Hehe, sure, I'll do it."
"...Do I only call you for that?"
"Then gimme your pussy? Or ass?"
"No, that's not—... Hmm, never mind. Suck my dick, yeah. And I'll fuck your pussy and ass too."
"Knew it. Hold on, lemme put this ice cream back in the fridge."
"Gimme that. I'll toss it in my subspace—won't melt. I'll give it back when we're done."
"Okay. ...Slurp, lick. Chuuup♡"
As my youngest sister slurped my dick, I spun her a tale about my recent time in the Tower's 9th-floor civilized world—embellishing it like a novel, claiming it was my writing.
"So I want the protagonist to find Hanbando. How should I handle that...?"
"Slurp, slurrp... Wow, oppa. That's fun. You got a knack for writing. Feels like real events you're describing. Like hearing a true story based on facts."
"...Y-Yeah? Uh... yeah, I got some talent..."
"You couldn't even write a proper diary before. But you got a gift for this stuff...?"
"...Ahem."
I'd dressed up recent events as fiction—true shit I lived, but lied and said it was my novel. She ate it up, saying it felt too real, like I had novelist talent, or an essay from firsthand experience. Nearly gave me a heart attack.
"It's like... listening to memoirs from soldiers who fought in World War I or II. ...Stories carry truth sometimes, and yours feels just like that. ...The protagonist's your persona, right? Acts exactly like you."
"...Ahem."
"Especially how he won't give away his pretty daughters and granddaughters, fucks 'em all instead. Spot on... Story's lowbrow like you, but fun. This novel could blow up."
"Ahem, cut the bullshit. Think of a way for the knowledge-restricted protagonist to find Hanbando."
"Hmm, protagonist's such a retard 'cause he takes after you... He'd figure it out if he thought hard, but he keeps getting sidetracked by sex, no deep thinking."
"You're lowkey dissing me since earlier...?"
"Like modern guys thinking 'Eh, one game round first,' then the protagonist's like 'Eh, one fuck first'—keeps missing chances to think deep. No progress. Dumb, sure, but zero effort to focus."
"...Sh-Shut up. Why the nagging?"
"...Huh? I'm shitting on the protagonist—why're you mad? Admitting he's you? Like a dick-crazed monkey kid?"
"Shut it. Before I 4-combo your pussy into nonstop orgasms till you pass out, spill the method."
"Hng... You flare up every time I trash the protagonist...? Hnng..."
My youngest sister gave me a sly look and shut her mouth. Fine. Time for discipline. Maybe she secretly craved punishment, acting all bratty.
"Nope, you're too cocky. Pussy here."
"...Giggle, mad again? Why's our oppa so pissed...?"
She played it all smug. Watch—one hour later.
One hour later.
"...Hiiit! O-Oppa... N-No, Master... I'm s-sorryyy! Your personal dick-hole was cocky... Haaang♡ St-Stop, I wanna stoppp...! Hiiit...♡"
After schooling her pussy, I waited for her to calm, then asked again. Before answering, she said she wanted to jump into that novel world too.
Reason? When explaining my "novelized" story, I had to justify the dick skill and others—said the protagonist could freely enter/exit the Tower, spent time in other worlds honing skills... Framed the whole thing as fiction.
"I wanna play in that world with you too...♡"
"Not me, I told you? Why keep saying the novel protag's like me."
"Hng~~♡ Fine. But I really wanna go... Just saying. Oppa~♡"
For some reason, she kept insisting on joining me in Tower 9's civilized game world.
...Shit. She sniffed it out? Just bring her along?
I tabled it for now and heard her solution.
"Go east."
"East?"
"Yeah. East. Keep walking, high chance you'll hit East Asia. If you're in America or Oceania, tough luck. But from your description—terrain, people's looks—odds are you're in Central Asia around 4000 BC, primitive steppes. Go east."
"Got it. ...Wait, the novel protagonist, not me. Quit treating it like me."
"Hng~~ Yeah. Giggle. Got it~~"
Leaving my smirking youngest sister, I re-entered Tower 9's world and announced to the tribe like I'd cracked it.
"We're going east!"
"East? What's that?"
"Uh..."
Stuck again, I popped back to reality.
"Hey, no clue which way east is?"
"Kekeke... Knew it. Remember where the sun rises, dummy oppa."
"Shit, you knew and did that on purpose?"
"Hng~~ Who knows~~? Hard to trust an oppa lying it's a novel when it's his own shit~~"
"......"
"...? Oppa, it was real~~? Just teasing. Why the face~~?"
"...... Ahem. Nah, no idea."
Staring at her face felt like certain doom—she'd nail me—so I bolted back to the Tower.
"...Chief? No, Father? What's east? Which way?"
"Right, where the sun rises. We're heading sunrise direction now."
"Abandon the new cattle herd?"
"Abandon... Nah, can't we drag 'em by force? Tie their necks with tough vine ropes."
"That'd suck..."
"Try till we can't, then ditch. We're going sunrise way."
"Or Father, what if we herd the cattle that direction? Half-encircle 'em, drive east with our tamed dogs—should be easier."
"Ooh... Smart. Yeah, do that."