327 - The Formation of the Northern Tribal Alliance
Whenever the women of my household let out exaggerated sighs upon seeing the slutty, depraved girls I'd corrupted, I made a point of reminding them that they weren't all that different—by forcing them into marathon sessions of relentless, orgasmic bliss right alongside. With my cherished girls watching, I had my family women crying out, "Master♡ Ahhn♡." After a few rounds of that humiliating play, they stopped sighing and just dove headfirst into the pleasure with everyone else.
I was living the dream, my happy life rolling along blissfully, when ominous rumors started drifting down from the north on the wind. I was in the palace harem, tangled up with my great-granddaughters and great-great-granddaughters, when a woman—dressed in full armor despite being female—burst in. She was a warrior-messenger with a knack for battle, dropping to her knees in prostration to deliver the news.
"Father! This is bad! The barbarians...! The barbarians...!!"
She must've come from Goldnam's sector. If she'd been pretty, I'd have fucked her and knocked her up, but her plain looks kept her out of my bed and on the front lines, where she excelled as a warrior-messenger.
"What is it? Why the panic?"
"The barbarians have formed an alliance against our nation! And they've got a decent number!"
"Hoo..."
From what I gathered, while our tribe had evolved into a unified bloodline nation, the ones we'd raided were banding together to hit back. They hadn't launched any organized assaults yet, but the very existence of this hostile alliance was a massive disadvantage for us. On the flip side, it proved my fourth sister's intelligence bureau was functioning perfectly.
As I stroked my chin, curiosity piqued, the women of my household marched in. They'd all been handling their duties, but apparently, they'd just gotten the same report. An emergency court council convened on the spot.
Mom, our prime minister as always, took charge. "Fourth, what's the scale of this enemy tribal alliance?"
"From what my intelligence bureau has pieced together, the northern alliance's total population is about half ours. ...But their male ratio is high, so their warrior count might outnumber us. And more small tribes than we anticipated are voluntarily joining up north."
"Why's that? As head of foreign affairs, I've been getting your updates, so I know, but explain it for the others."
"Most of them are... survivors from tribes we wiped out entirely, losing all their women. That's why the male ratio's so skewed, Mom."
"Karma, huh. That's why I pushed for formal diplomacy—tribute and tribute brides over straight raiding. And now, thanks to us, the northern tribes have achieved what seemed impossible: grand unification. Tougher than unifying left and right, even. But corner a rat, and it'll bite. Tsk tsk."
Mom shot me a lingering glare, as if asking if I had anything to say. I cleared my throat a few times and looked away. Hey, these days, my sons and descendants did more raiding than I did personally...
Mom dropped her stare and turned to Big Sis. "First, what's our current military and defense status?"
"No worries. We're already in full defense posture, coordinating tightly with Fourth's intel bureau. We've got scouts and traps on all projected enemy advance routes. And thanks to her advance warnings, we've got multiple war plans ready for a northern alliance conflict."
"Then can we crush them instead? As prime minister handling diplomacy and administration, I'd prefer to end this war fast."
"Of course it's possible. Harder than defense, but if our max firepower—the King himself—leads a charge up front, we won't lose. Punch through their center, shatter their morale, and this ragtag alliance crumbles. Their unity and organization are bound to suck."
Big Sis clapped my shoulder as she spoke. She was right— I was our nation's top single combatant. Especially if I led the charge, enemies fled in terror, their lines and morale collapsing instantly.
I puffed out my chest in response to her pat, strutting a bit with confidence. "Heh, barbarian scum. Ten of 'em, a hundred— all just fodder for my cock."
"A thousand?" Big Sis teased, her eyes playful and bratty.
That sultry tone... she was deliberately poking me like a little shit to rile me up for some rough sex.
"...Ahem, even I have stamina limits. ...Well, if I pushed it, maybe with good luck?"
I grinned sheepishly, being honest. Big Sis chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"Don't overdo it. One-man army's plenty impressive. Seeing you makes me get why Romance of the Three Kingdoms' lords treasured Lü Bu and Guan Yu. Nothing beats having you smash the enemy upfront. You're a cheat key, pure cheat key."
From her total commander perspective, I was adorable. She called me an unbeatable card, even muttering, "What a fucking great hand. Prime strategic ace, heh," sometimes.
With our chat wrapped, Mom polled the rest. "Second and Little Sis, anything on the war?"
"Nothing major, but I'm reviewing supply logistics and wartime economy shifts. No economy, no war."
"Fair point. This won't end like our one-sided raids. Trade's fucked with diplomacy in shambles, so we'll handle it ourselves."
Second Sis, our finance minister, was deep in crisis planning for the economic fallout. She managed all our food, clothes, salt—vital stuff—so it made sense.
"Nothing from me either. ...Oh, as priestess, I should declare we'll win—say I heard it from the gods. And hold a morale-boosting ritual for the warriors and people."
"I'll secure max rations. See? Told you to stockpile. This is why. And yeah, like Mom said, end it quick. Wars just bleed the economy dry."
Little Sis the priestess and Second Sis added minor notes. Second Sis subtly pressured Big Sis and me to wrap it fast—they knew we decided when it ended, even if the enemy started it.
And so, we shifted to wartime footing.
A fight with the enemy tribal alliance... This'll be fun. I figured I'd finally stretch my legs, leading my 100 elite guards to a key strategic chokepoint on Big Sis's orders.
As God's son and king, me taking point reinforced her authority as total commander—absolute for all my sons and descendants.
She said pre-positioning on prime ground made fights easier, and it was all baked into the war plans against the northern alliance...
"Father, looks like the barbarian alliance scum over there on the western hill—about 200. Vanguard like us?"
"Lemme see... Yup, there they are. Good spot. ...Hmph, pathetic. Savages still chucking stone spears."
"Kuhuhu, yeah. We're all bronze-armed."
The 100 elite guards Big Sis assigned me were kitted in full bronze: weapons, armor, shields. Little Sis had refined bronze tech for gear lately. She said it matched Spring and Autumn era chariots in ancient China.