War Breaks Out, Titanomachy (9) Real Rape
War Breaks Out, Titanomachy (9) Real Rape
To be perfectly honest, I didn't want to fight.
Battle left nothing behind but blood, pain, and fury.
Fighting another being was unbearably sad.
But I had to fight.
I hated fighting, yet there were times when you had to clench your fist, thrust it toward your opponent, and face them head-on.
Like then.
"Squirrel Thunder!!"
I raised Astrape toward the sky.
If just a moment earlier I'd been hurling lightning bolts into the sky one at a time, then it was time to drench the enemy in a thunderstorm.
"Sorry, but you lot will have to serve as sacrifices for my victory."
Hades moved through the darkness, subduing enemies one by one. Demeter used the earth's plants to tangle the Titans' feet. Neptune scattered rain from the sky so that the lightning seared the Titans even more thoroughly.
KABOOM.
A shower of countless lightning bolts poured from the sky.
'You think you can challenge me.'
On a mountain without Cronus, Zeus was king.
From the start, this was a fight they could never win—and I'd already grown strong enough.
That was precisely why I didn't want to fight.
A battle like this, consisting of nothing but violence, was merely a trivial and tedious chore.
'Instead of scorching bald spots onto men and frying them, I'd far rather roll around in bed.'
Messing around with women was a much better payoff than dealing with those sweaty Titans.
My goal in defeating Cronus was simply so I could laze around, flirt with, and make love to my woman—my wife, or wives—without any threat whatsoever.
"Time to end this. This meaningless fight."
Squirrel Thunder, maximum output.
"Astrape, seven hundred forty thousand volts."
Vrrrrrt.
Lightning surged from the tip of Astrape into the sky, then slammed precisely into the heads of the bastards trying to climb Mount Olympus.
CRACKLE-FIZZ!
"Gyaaaah!!"
Screams echoed in all directions.
Because the lightning rod was stuck directly into their crowns, the electric shock fried their entire bodies with no chance to dodge.
After all, a lightning rod is designed to take a lightning strike in your stead.
Since they couldn't pull it out and it was lodged in their crowns, being roasted by the bolt was only natural.
"You've won."
Metis let out a deep sigh and patted my shoulder.
"Go and claim the authority of the victor, dear."
"Authority? You mean I should just hold up Astrape in front of everyone?"
"No. The Titan race doesn't die from something like this. To completely shatter their will to fight, neither torture nor threats work. You have to make them feel defeat deep in their hearts."
"How?"
"I had a plan in mind... but Prometheus already offered her counsel."
Whisper, whisper.
Metis informed me of the 'victory declaration' method she'd discussed with Prometheus.
The contents were, for me, quite shocking.
"I can understand you thinking of something like that, Metis, but you're saying Prometheus suggested it?"
"Yes. She said they'll only come to their senses once they've directly felt the power of the one who will become the chief god."
"Hng... the personalities of Titan gods are truly hard to understand sometimes."
As a former human, I simply couldn't imagine saying such things.
There were many times when I was told to do things I myself could never conceive of, acts unthinkable by human moral standards.
But it's fine.
'If that's the common sense of Greece.'
When in Rome, you do as the Romans do, and isn't this place the setting of Greek mythology?
"If they tell me to take her, I'll take her."
For the sake of victory.
And to ensure the Titan gods never again dare to set their sights on Olympus.
To manifest before the entire world the superiority of the great chief god Zeus, and the strength he possesses as a male.
"I'm going."
Step. Step.
I descended the slope.
The battlefield had already been tidied up by the hundred fifty Heraes.
Every Titan god was buried in the earth with only their heads sticking out.
The combined work of the Heraes and Demeter, about a thousand gleaming bald heads were arrayed before me.
If their skin weren't as black as charcoal, you'd swear they were conducting a light-based protest aimed at Cronus in the sky.
Even the Sun Deity Helios would be blinded by the reflected glare while driving the sun chariot past.
"Grrk...!"
And here.
In the very center of this sea of bald heads, a woman knelt.
The woman who exuded an aura similar to Prometheus's trembled, her expression humiliated.
CRACK-BOOM.
A lightning bolt struck a spear embedded beside the woman.
The thunderstorm still scattered lightning across the battlefield, and the spears the Titan gods had dropped turned into lightning rods, offering them a way to avoid the bolts.
"So you were Epimetheus."
Epimetheus.
The younger sister of Prometheus, she had served as the vanguard in this war.
Right now she was trembling before the spears planted around her and the longswords aimed at her neck.
"Do you have any idea what crime you committed by daring to oppose me?"
"..."
Epimetheus remained silent.
So I glanced sideways at Metis, who had followed behind me.
How far can I go?
All the way.
Metis mouthed the words, and the corners of my lips lifted on their own.
All the way.
Meaning, as I please.
"Insolent."
I seized Epimetheus by the hair and lifted her up.
She wasn't physically restrained, but Epimetheus offered no resistance against the weapons of the Heraes aimed at her from every side.
"The crime of failing to recognize the difference in power and attacking me anyway. My first impulse is to scorch your head as well, but they say a woman's hair is her life. So... I'll do this instead."
Snatch!
"Eep?!"
In one motion, I grabbed Epimetheus from behind as if pulling her into a back hug.
I stripped off the red cloak she wore as a commander's mark, and from behind, I seized Epimetheus's breasts.
"Demeter."
"Yes, I'll make it right away."
Vwoom.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"...Yes. Exactly."
Behind me appeared a stump that was perfectly sized for me to sit on.
I settled my backside onto it and sat Epimetheus down on top of me.
"Uup...!"
Epimetheus must have felt it.
The large, imposing thing pressing against her backside.
"Y-you, don't tell me...!"
"Wasn't this what you braced for? I am Zeus."
What's the problem with Zeus committing a little rape?
"As the enemy commander, I shall grant you the chance to save your subordinates. A simple transaction. I'll just sit here like this. You, by any means necessary, satisfy me. Let's see... every time you make me come once, I'll release one hundred of them."
"Wha...?!"
A whole hundred at once.
It was as good as saying I'd release the captured Titan gods if she made me come ten times.
On the surface it might look like I'm being played for a fool, but this was a pre-agreed result discussed beforehand with Metis.
'If I take them as prisoners, are they anything more than mouths to feed?'
Capturing a thousand just means a thousand more mouths to feed.
If they were a thousand women I could accommodate them without issue, but a thousand men are targets for expulsion.
But since I couldn't simply drive them out, I intended to shatter their fighting spirit and their pride as males.
"A simple logic. Through you having sex with me, you can save your subordinates."
"A Titan god doesn't die!"
"But you can still feel an eternity of death in Tartarus."
Flitch.
Epimetheus's face turned pale.
The Titans embedded in the ground all turned pale in the same way.
Tartarus.
The abyss at the very end of hell from which there is no escape by ordinary means.
Being trapped there means, unable to die, the Titan's immortality becomes a curse, and they will suffer until the universe itself perishes.
"What will you do? If you choose to guard your chastity, I'll release you. But those thousand Titans will be tossed into Tartarus."
"S-such a threat...!"
"It's no different from what Cronus did. Cronus also imprisoned everyone in Tartarus after defeating Uranus. Yes, the Cronus you follow threw them all into Tartarus without a word, but..."
Lick.
I licked the back of Epimetheus's neck as I seized her breasts, as if showing off to the other Titans.
"From this moment, the right to decide whether these Titans live or die is in your hands. Heh heh."
"...A hundred at a time. You definitely said... a hundred...!"
"Yes."
Loudly, so that everyone could hear, I declared boldly.
"I swear upon the River Styx."
With a sincere heart.
"If you make me come ten times, I will release them all."
"H-hnnn..."
I let go with both hands, and Epimetheus lifted her hips.
Then she herself tore open the back of her dress, parting it slightly.
"I-in here..."
I see.
She would naturally prefer not to be violated naked in front of everyone's eyes.
Walking around naked isn't particularly strange, but being 'violated' naked in front of everyone's eyes is a shameful thing.
Therefore, it was necessary to make her feel that shame.
"You put it in."
"...Excuse me?"
"Didn't you hear? I'll be sitting right here, so I'm telling you to put it in yourself."
"Ah, ah..."
Epimetheus's face flushed crimson with shame.
But I did not approach first.
No, not even if she was a virgin.
A price must be paid for pointing a sword at me.
And then.
"Hnng..."
Schlick.
Epimetheus lowered her body onto me by herself.
And I, with a composed face, looked around.
Thump, thump.
Violent heartbeats hammered from within the earth.
Watching their commander, a virgin, lower her own body at a man's command before everyone's eyes, the Titans audibly swallowed.
'Look closely, you dim-witted olive bastards.'
I'll make you see clearly that simply shoving your cock in by force isn't the only definition of rape.
Just forcing someone's legs apart and mindlessly thrusting like a machine?
The rapes you've committed up until now are false rapes.
"This, this right here, is real rape."