The Little Sister's Great Library Mandate
The little sister insisted we build a grand library, even if it had no game-like effects. She said the mere fact that our tribespeople would use it would be our competitive edge.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, exactly. Just imagine all our tribespeople flocking to the grand library, devouring each other's knowledge, gathering for scholarly debates... That would lay the foundation for future scientific progress."
"Hmm... yeah, okay, fair enough. But we're not calling it Alexandria or anything. If we build a grand library here, won't it just be the Seoul Grand Library?"
"...Well, yeah, probably. In the future, it might even become a ruin known as the 'Ancient Seoul Grand Library' or something like that. Anyway, I believe we need to construct a Seoul Grand Library on the level of an ancient wonder to elevate our tribespeople's knowledge across the board and accelerate scientific and technological development."
The little sister's resolve to build a grand library on the scale of an ancient wonder was rock-solid. She threw an insane tantrum about it, insisting we do it even without any game effects. It was practically a conviction. If I said no... I'd probably end up seeing her squawking like, "Peep peep! Peeeep!!!" just like how Second Sis went nuts over food or economic issues.
So I just told the little sister to handle it herself.
"Alright... you do whatever you want with that."
"Yes, I'll take care of it."
The time for individual suggestions was over. Now it was time to decide on major policies.
...Ah, but of course, before that, we had a sloppy 6P orgy, our bodies grinding together wildly.
"Haht, ah, aaang...♡"
"Ah, gonna cum. Gonna cum."
"Inside...♡ Fill me up inside...♡ Haht."
- Squirt squirt squirt squuuuirt -
I pumped thick loads of semen into all five of their pussies and asshole. Mom and my sisters' pink pussies clenched and quivered, sticky, viscous white fluid dripping from their pussy entrances. These women, who gave birth to my children every year, had their pink nipples overflowing with milk, so I'd suck and play with them greedily... and whenever the mood struck, I'd slam my massive cock back into their pussies. We spent hours like that.
Our family's women stay so beautifully pink even after pregnancy and childbirth.
They say some people with special genes don't get dark pigmentation on their pussies or nipples, and that was the case with the women in our family. And the kids and descendants who inherited those genes from them and me stayed pink even after pregnancies and births.
The little sister called it a dominant gene or something... Nice. Heh heh.
After hours of sloppy sex and basking in the happy afterglow, the women of our family straightened their clothes and came back with reports, suggestions, and decisions on key policies.
"Corvée labor system? What's that? You're saying we should implement this in my advisory council right now?"
"Yes. Our nation is running on a plunder economy anyway, and rather than barbarically killing all the men from hostile tribes, it seems better to run a corvée labor system and have them build the wonders the high priestess wants."
"Hmm."
"Plus, that creates surplus labor, which helps secure food and provides the manpower for the total commander's conquest campaigns. All the palace council advisors agree."
"Mom and Fourth Sis too? ...Ahem, the prime minister and intelligence chief?"
"Yes, we see the corvée labor system as essential in this era. Your Majesty, consider it: in human history, since we started properly writing history books, how long have we gone without such a system?"
"I see. Got it. We'll implement the corvée labor system. Better to use other tribes' men as labor than kill them off needlessly. Next time we go plundering or conquering, don't kill all the men—take them prisoner and put them to work."
"Then the next item. As prime minister, I'm strongly proposing the establishment of administrative offices. Simply put... now that we've invented writing, let's set up basic administrative welfare centers—town offices, at least."
"...Ah, right. That's not a big deal."
"No, it is a big deal. Personnel allocation, staff training, their salaries, codes of conduct, and more. There's a lot to decide."
"Uh... hmm...."
"Since Your Majesty probably doesn't know much about it, I'll just handle it myself."
"Yeah.... Mom.... I mean, Prime Minister."
"Next is establishing our national system. ...As per the high priestess's—ahem—suggestion, our nation's structure will be a theocratic absolute monarchy. But not with the high priestess as ruler; Your Majesty, known as the son of God, will be the nominal supreme ruler, while the five of us effectively rule by dividing up the domains—a pentarchy, essentially."
...Mom just slipped and called the little sister 'high priestess' but said 'little sister' instead. Even Mom finds it awkward? But why bother with all this? We could just call each other by name casually as family.
"And this palace council is just us for now, but later we'll have ministers and vice-ministers under us, scaling up to larger meetings. So we practiced with this formal, ritualistic one today. That concludes the palace council.... ...Phew, it felt really awkward since it was our first time."
Mom announced the end of the meeting, fanning her flushed face, and reverted to her usual self.
Then the little sister raised her hand with another idea.
"Mom, instead of this, let's tier the palace councils. Small council, grand council, and mid-level council. Small ones are just us family, casual like always. Grand council has all the major officials—like a full throne room assembly. Mid-level for ministers and above. That way, it's not uncomfortable for us."
"...You think? Did I make it too stiff? Alright, let's do that."
Mom chatted with the little sister and decided daily small councils would just be family, so we'd keep it casual as usual. Exactly what I wanted.
"Mid-level once a week or month? Grand council monthly, or every half-year or year."
"Considering bro's sex drive, we should fill mid-level with women too... Hmm, and grand council participants all women...?"
I hadn't even thought about it, but the women in our family, worrying about my monkey-like libido, decided to fill even the grand council with nothing but women. The reason? I might not hold back during meetings and turn it into a group fuck.
Ridiculous. Do they think I have zero self-control?
...Actually, I loved it. Of course, I welcomed it inwardly.
Hmm, now my sons won't get vice-minister spots or most high official positions. My daughters will take them all... If you're jealous, you should've been born with a pussy.
And so, the 'palace small council' was set for daily. I happily accepted being able to banmal casually without awkwardness.
Seeing me pleased, the women stroked my head and grinned. I faintly overheard the little sister's mutter.
-"Bro really is simple. Heh heh. If I'd just said daily councils, he'd whine about it being a hassle or make excuses. Fell for it right away."-
...Huh?
Looks like I got played by the women in our family.
# Lately, my main job has been leading the vanguard in subjugating barbarian tribes. Our nation collectively calls tribes outside ours that aren't worth diplomatic relations 'barbarians.' The criteria for barbarians are roughly as follows:
1. They don't use writing.
2. Their clothing is primitive.
3. Their behavior is primitive.
4. They don't pay us tribute. (Important)
5. They don't speak our language.
6. They don't honor diplomatic treaties.
7. They're pushovers.
If they meet most of these seven conditions, we designate them 'barbarians' and subjugate any near our nation.
Subjugating barbarians brings many benefits, the biggest being a fresh supply of women. Me and my sons prioritized that above all. We got food and useful stuff as bonuses... but nothing beats living people as plunder resources.
"Father, as you ordered, we didn't kill all the barbarian men—we took as many prisoners as possible."
"Good. Keep them all alive and drag them back. We'll use the bastards for corvée labor."
Prisoners must perform corvée labor until they pay ransom or lose all value as prisoners. When a tribe falls into our hands like this, there's no one to pay ransom, so most get worked until they're too old to be useful.
These days, the corvée laborers—per the little sister's suggestion—are being thrown into the Seoul Grand Library construction site, which is just breaking ground, as well as farms and plantations.