The Barbarian Raid
'Hmm, no pretty girls in the barbarian tribe we subjugated this time. Tch.'
I clicked my tongue inwardly in disappointment as I returned to Seoul after wiping out the barbarians to the northeast. None of them caught my eye.
'Ah, I should hurry back to the palace and just fuck some pretty girls from the harem.'
As I casually eyed the women we'd captured today, one of my sons approached and asked, "Father, is there any woman among the ones we caught today that you'd like to take?"
"Nah. You guys divide them up yourselves."
"Haha, you seemed in a bad mood, Father. Guess none of them pleased you. ...It's probably because all the sisters in your harem and our mothers are so stunningly beautiful."
"Hm..."
Another son sidled up, speaking in a sweet, ingratiating tone. He had that natural charisma, the kind that oozed people skills. Even knowing I was in a foul mood, he kept the conversation flowing smoothly to match my vibe. Was this what made someone a born social butterfly?
Yeah, my daughters and granddaughters are all so gorgeous... These days, subjugating barbarians barely yields anything that catches my eye. I have to wipe out like twenty tribes just to snag one decent one.
I nodded in agreement with my charismatic son's words as I led the warriors on the trek back to Seoul.
This chatty kid boasted subtly that he'd personally killed two enemy barbarian warriors this time, netting him two women. Being my son, he wanted praise and recognition from his dad.
I told him he'd done well and asked if he had any injuries. His face flushed with pride at the acknowledgment, and when I checked on his wounds, he looked deeply touched.
"Father, next time I'll kill four. I want to build my own harem like you. Haha."
"Don't push yourself. You'll die. Safety and health come first."
"But you always charge ahead and slaughter the enemy yourself, Father."
"I've got absolute confidence I won't die."
"Eii, I'm your son too. I've got confidence I can do it like you. ...Though right now, it's still a bit of a stretch."
"Kuhaha. Yeah. Maybe someday? Still, don't overdo it. ...By the way, what's your name?"
"Wait, Father... You didn't even know my name? I've been talking to you after every subjugation lately..."
Did he? Huh, no wonder he felt oddly familiar on some inner level...
"I've got more sons than you can count. If you had as many as me, you'd mix up their names and faces too."
"My name is Park Hyeok-geose. You named me yourself, Father. Hyeok-geose. What a brag that is. Not many of your sons get names straight from you. Haha!"
"...Ah. Aah, Hyeok-geose... Right. Yeah, I remember now."
I'd jokingly named one son after the founder of ancient Silla, and this must be the guy.
If memory serves, he was the son my great-granddaughter bore... She kept nagging me to give the baby a good name, so I tossed that one out as a joke. She was cute and pretty, but so whiny. Probably still in the harem...
The kid puffed out his cheeks, clearly sulking that I hadn't remembered his name. A grown man acting like that in front of me... If he weren't my son, I'd have smacked his head a few times.
Bet he's got a bunch of older sisters and little sisters. Must've picked up the habit from them.
"So, how many women have you collected so far?"
"...Tch, you didn't even know my name, so what business is it of yours?"
"Not answering your father's question? You wanna get scolded?"
Startled, he shrank back a bit and muttered, "...Including the two from today, six."
"Oho... Not bad. Got a talent for fighting?"
"...No. My first battle was at fourteen, tagging along with the adults and big brothers. I got zilch back then... It took three years before I lucked into killing one by chance. That woman was my first bride. Then another year with nothing... Lately, I've been getting one here and there, and today I snagged two. Heh heh heh."
Whether by nature or what, his sulk vanished as he bragged about his women, gushing about how dutiful they were. Gave off total doting-dad vibes.
...This punk. If he weren't my son, I'd have NTR'd his girls right in front of him for bragging like that.
Of course, I'd check if they were really pretty later. But odds were high they wouldn't meet my standards. All the truly stunning ones were already in my harem.
"Hm, yeah. Six wives now, huh. Anyway, take care of yourself. It'll suck if you die showing off and lose all those women you've gathered."
"My brothers and uncles say you gotta rack 'em up young to win big. After forty, stamina dips..."
"True enough, but... whatever, do you. It's your life. Die cocky, and your brothers and uncles will be thrilled."
"...Ah."
I kept walking and chatting with my charismatic son. Near Seoul, I parted ways with the sons who'd joined the subjugation and headed straight for my palace.
They'd handle the new captives' management, distribution, loot divvying and inspections, prisoner intake, all that crap.
I trudged through Seoul's ever-improving heart toward my palace. Descendants who recognized me bowed in greeting. Some affectionate ones shoved food at me or begged to add their pretty daughters or granddaughters to the harem...
Variety of grandkids, alright. I scarfed down the snacks, but for the women, I judged strictly. If they didn't meet my bar, I politely turned them down.
My standards were sky-high these days; average beauties couldn't cut it. I wanted to take them all, but with the harem nearing 3,000, the women in my family were like, "You Sui Emperor or what?!" nagging and pressuring hard. So I restrained myself.
Mid-stride through downtown Seoul, some sons came panting up to me.
"Father! Big trouble! We've been raided!"
"What?? Spill the details!"
"Northwest of the city, prisoners building textile farms on the Finance Minister's orders got hit by barbarians and escaped!"
We got raided occasionally, but today of all days?
...Ah, I was gonna chill and fuck harem girls nonstop today. Who are these fuckers?
Seoul had heavy troops and defenses nearby, but farther out, coverage thinned. We usually sent guards and escorts...
"Prisoners escaped? What were the guards doing? The defense forces? They should've mobilized instantly!"
"Three warriors were watching them, but the enemy outnumbered them bad, so they fell back. Over fifty attackers... Defenses are mobilizing now. We're part of them. Saw you on the way out, figured we should report."
"Hm, three against fifty. Unavoidable. No other casualties?"
"Luckily, no. The three warriors alerted nearby farms quick, so the women evacuated, men armed up. The raiders backed off without taking our women."
Sounded like minimal damage on our end. Just labor prisoners bolting.
"Good. These barbarian fucks need a lesson. I'll come with you. Tell Big Sis... er, the Total Commander. I'm heading out personally. Dare steal our precious laborers? I'll capture the lot and make 'em work the fields. Make 'em regret it."
"We'll inform the Total Commander and get approval right away!"
Word spread through channels about my personal sortie. Big Sis assigned me 100 warriors as elite guards but pulled the rest for defense.
"A hundred enough?"
Big Sis came herself to ask.
"Yeah, plenty. I could solo the fighting, but need hands for captives later, so taking the hundred you sent."
"Heh heh, got it. Be careful. Hurry back. I'll miss you. When you do... you know...? Haa...♡ Sis'll give you a victory blowjob."
She whispered the last bit in my ear. But from her slutty face and hot breath, the warriors below probably guessed what she said.