The defense force of the border city “Gallons Pay” spotted my fortress, which is my base, with their mysterious fighter jet. The defense force was completely wiped out, buried in the ground. Even if I shoot down the fighter jet, it would have already contacted some control tower at a distant airfield via radio equipment. Shooting it down would be pointless, as the information would still leak. Instead, I decided to let it go and focus on the task of hiding the fortress underground.
“I pushed the knights (Golems) too hard.”
It’s really frustrating that the large knight (Golem) of the defense force was completely obliterated by the fighter jet’s attack.
“Honey, please heal this anger of mine, my dears ♪ Ah, it was so noisy and chaotic.”
I’m scared. The fortress is now below ground level, and I haven’t created the cover yet.
“I’m not scared. I’m not scared anymore.”
“Pee!” “Waaaa!”
Alright, I’ll comfort them one by one, stroking their heads, playing with their nipples, vaginal openings, beans, and assholes, relaxing my wives with their dark skin.
‘Owner! The banging has stopped!?’
Ah, my sons… how should I relax them? Can I rely on my wives? They nodded. Is this maternal instinct?
“Dick ♡ Ah-ha, it’s up ♡”
“Hahh. Feels good… feels good.”
The wife I relaxed is now using her whole body to relax the scared sons. The wives feel good with the sons’ dicks. There are more sons than wives. The dicks are getting hard from the surrounding sexual acts, but no one is making them feel good. In front of them are the assholes of the same sex.
“Ugh!”
“Feels good.”
I retreat temporarily to avoid having my asshole violated. I move to an empty room again, discard my body, and possess the ground. I create sturdy air holes to prevent suffocation, positioning them in hard-to-find spots from the outside, and cover the entire fortress with a soil lid. The first step of the underground empire… no, the underground kingdom. Why not an empire? Because empires in stories always fall. To avoid that, an underground kingdom. Though for now, it’s just one fortress. I need to expand it. More wives ♪ More combat power. More structures.
Speaking of stories, if I take inspiration from a cuckold story that ended abruptly without finishing the school arc, the underground kingdom could rapidly establish an economic foundation by stealing from the parents of those who were cucked. Ah, I’m grateful to the creator of that work and the man who introduced it to me.
Possesion.
“Light magic, 〈Light〉, 〈Light〉.”
It’s pitch black, and I can’t see anything. When I was in the ground, I could feel the fortress with my skin? But even with a body strong in night vision, without a single light source, it’s completely dark. Well then, how are the wives and sons doing in the great orgy? If they’re still at it, I’ll join in to avoid having my asshole violated ♪
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Several weeks after starting the construction of the underground kingdom, no hostile forces have appeared from the surface. The main force of the defense unit in the border city “Gallons Pay” has been lost. For now, I predict they are in a period of rebuilding.
A force possessing mysterious advanced fighter jet technology frequently passes overhead, occasionally circling this area and parachuting ground troops to search for the vanished fortress. I can hear their conversations, but since it’s not the language of this country, I tried to grasp the nuances of their dialogue and voice-over to get a glimpse of this mysterious force. However, today, I witnessed them making gestures as if saying, “Work ends today~~”. Has the time finally come for me to shake the surface world with a major incident? ♪ Fufufu, ha-ha-ha-ha. Wait for it. Women of the surface, enchanting beauties, noble daughters of royalty, beauties of different races. I will definitely impregnate you all!!
“Peep? Are you going out?”
“When will you be back? I’ll be lonely.”
“Bring back souvenirs. Food. I’ll be waiting ♪”
“Take me with you? Take me too, peep ♪”
Hahaha, it’s tough being a man popular with both genders. Wives, I’m counting on you to take care of the daughters who’ll become my new wives and the sons who’ll be my new combat power.
‘Before you go, please calm down the heat in your body ////’
Of course ♪ I’d do it without being told ~~. It’s in the lyrics, right~? If your wife or girlfriend is squirming~, the husband or boyfriend silently draws them to the bed~, lays them down~, and whispers sweet nothings in their ear~, then~, with the signal of the word 〈come〉, ♪? slowly shifts their clothes~, kisses them lightly~, and plays with each other’s bodies~. The heat in their body can be confirmed by the redness of their face~. Of course ♪ If there’s love for the wife or girlfriend, it’s possible, it’s possible ♪ That’s how it is ♪ That’s how it is~~. So, let’s all join in ♪ Or would you rather not? No, of course we’ll join in ♪
McGillis sang “Of course ♪” while accelerating the heat in his wives’ bodies, pouring semen onto the bed and floor until they were completely spent.
Through the tunnel leading to the surface, he quietly emerged without anyone noticing. Now, where is my new bride? ♪
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Branch 408 has lost sight of McGillis’s fortress. They only have information about the discovery of the Dark Tribe (sample), but no actual specimen. The branch manager is in a panic, clutching his head and stomach, and visiting the toilet more frequently.
“Haah… what should I do?”
Should we send the Dark Tribe (sample) in the branch to the homeland? What if we get caught? No, but it’s not certain that we’ll get caught… aaaaah.
“What should I do?”
Bam bam!
A loud banging from next door.
Knock knock.
An apology.
The person on the other side makes no further response. The sound of toilet paper being pulled, the flushing noise, and the sound of a key turning. Ah, they left. The branch manager doesn’t want to leave this place, harboring a strong desire to kill the person who left.
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In the end, he couldn’t come up with any good solutions. He returned to his usual duties (confirming documents from each department and research circle).
The only sounds in the executive office are the stamping of seals and the rustling of documents.
Plop.
Flap.
Bzzz…
“Wha-what is it?”
“Branch Manager, we have a long-distance communication from the homeland.”
It’s finally here.
“Connect it.”
“Yes, please wait a moment. Zzz… Zzzz…”
The voice of the communication officer, who had ordered the capture of the surviving Dark Tribe (sample) dead or alive, came through the Mato device for the first time in a while.
“It’s been a while.”
“Yes, it’s been a long time.”
The branch manager, pale-faced and sweating as if he were sick, desperately continued the conversation. On the topic of transporting the Dark Tribe (sample), he was on the verge of losing consciousness.
“…Hmm? What’s wrong?”
“Ah, no, no. About the transportation matter… the preservation condition of the Dark Tribe (sample) is… we’re working on it… ah, yes.”
Lying that the Dark Tribe (sample) is not in his possession, he tried to assure the homeland of his loyalty.
“The preservation condition… indeed, it’s a considerable distance from here to the homeland.”
The person on the other end thought for a moment.
“A little decay is fine. The esteemed people of the homeland want the Dark Tribe (sample) now. Load it onto the transport immediately and send it off.”
“Guh… I understand. We’ll process the Dark Tribe (sample) to prevent as much decay as possible and send it to the esteemed people of the homeland.”
The Mato communication ended. Now, what should I really do?
In the end, the branch manager, clutching at straws, requested the creation of replicas from the research circle’s project, involving the mass replication of the Dark Tribe (sample).
“From the blood and saliva stored in the branch?”
“Are you crazy!? Are you really asking us to play god?”
“Enough! I’ll increase the budget. Stop complaining and start working. I’ll authorize whatever’s necessary with my branch manager authority. Just do it! Create the Dark Tribe (sample) the esteemed people of the homeland desire, intact and whole!”
Branch 408 used its personnel and supplies recklessly and finally created the Dark Tribe (sample).
“I’m dying…”
“We’re gods…”
“Budget increase… ugh.”
Ching.
The young members of the research circle collapsed, lying face down on the smooth floor and sleeping.
“Transport aircraft, Eagle. Ready for the mission to transport the sample to the homeland.”
“Escort fighter one.”
“Escort fighter two.”
“Launch!”
I’m counting on you. My neck is on the line. Don’t end up as seaweed in the ocean. I curse your entire family.
The branch manager glared at the sky as the transport and two fighter jets disappeared, as if to shoot them down. If they’re shot down, or if the equipment fails and they crash into the sea, I’ll squeeze the engineers’ chests half-threateningly, repeatedly asking if they’re sure it’s okay.
“Ugh.”
Food won’t go down my throat. Today, I declared a fast with my branch manager authority, forcing others to share in my suffering.
‘So cruel…’
There’s grumbling. But my neck is on the line. That means this place (Branch 408) will disappear from the map. The complainers are silenced by this revelation. Those who skipped breakfast due to work or research suffered through their tasks until they could sleep for half a day, their stomachs growling, and slept in beds or capsules. On this day, they all shared the same dream of eating delicious food.
