Chapter 74: Pictland -2-

Right after King Fotla's head went flying, when the army led by Arthur crossed the rugged mountain terrain of the Kingdom of Fotla and entered its capital—

The reaction of the Pictish people, who should have raised defensive lines and prepared for a desperate last stand, was bizarre beyond belief.

Rumble!

The massive city gates, which had been tightly shut, opened on their own, and the Picts crowding the walls and streets began welcoming Arthur's party with strange, shrieking cries.

<q>Hoooooooi!!

<q>Weeeeeeeek!!

Men and women, old and young alike, lined the roadside and hurled flowers and animal bones at the army of their enemy nation while cheering like mad.

The Pictish women in particular bared their breasts and thighs without the slightest restraint whenever Arthur's black horse Llamrei passed by, howling like beasts.

"Well... I figured getting their surrender would be easy, but this is the first time I've been welcomed like this."

Holding Llamrei's reins, Arthur let out a dumbfounded little laugh.

Walking beside him with her silver hair fluttering and a staff in hand, Merlin explained.

"This is what the Picts are, Arthur. A savage land where strength is everything. The reason the people of the continent used to sneer at Britain as an uncivilized island of barbarians was because of these Picts swarming the north."

Morgan, resting her chin on her hand atop her carriage, smiled lazily as well.

"From our perspective, that only makes things easier. As phantasmal species, they can physically feel the overwhelming fighting spirit of the red dragon pouring from your body. To them, you are not an invader trampling Pictland, but the strongest and most beautiful supreme being in the world—one they worship as a god."

"A god, huh... That's pretty grand."

"And these creatures are even more savage than you're imagining," Merlin added.

"Aside from the upper-class Picts, the lower individuals don't even possess human-level intelligence, and the concept of family itself is faint for them. If they instinctively sense a male or female is strong, they'll mate right there in the street. So naturally, ethical concepts like parent and child, husband and wife, don't exist for them either."

Arthur's expression twisted oddly at that explanation.

"Wow... they're literally real cavemen. Didn't even primitive humans at least live in family units?"

"That's the limit of phantasmal species. But paradoxically, because their savagery is so simple and instinctive, if it's the command of an overwhelming superior like you, those bastards would jump into fire without hesitation."

Arthur shook his head, but he did not seem particularly displeased as he lightly raised a hand toward the Picts along the roadside.

At once, the cheers of the Pictish women in particular swelled so loudly it felt like they would rupture his eardrums.

Barbarians they might be, but their physical beauty was truly astonishing.

Smooth skin, beastlike elasticity, full breasts, and thick honeyed thighs—it was enough to make Arthur instantly understand why Fergus, famed as the greatest stud in all of Celtic lands, had lavishly praised the bodies of Pictish women as first-rate.

"Hmm, I can see why Fergus would go crazy over them. Their bodies really are top-class. This definitely lifts the mood."

The moment Arthur muttered that without thinking—

Thrust.

Artoria, who had been quietly riding Dun Stallion beside him, suddenly shoved the swaddled Mordred right in front of Arthur's face.

"...Hm?"

"I never imagined you would turn your eyes even toward women like those beasts, Brother."

Artoria stuck out her lips, her hurt feelings plain to see.

Arthur cleared his throat and lightly stroked Mordred's cheek.

"What are you talking about? I may be fond of women, but my standards are high. Those girls are just decent eye candy and stress relief. I don't have even the slightest intention of actually sleeping with them. And you know that too, don't you? How much trouble I went through a few days ago."

At those words, Artoria's face turned red as a tomato and her shoulders twitched.

A few days before setting out, Arthur had gathered all of his women together in a bedroom at Nogales Castle and held a grand group bedding.

Artoria, Morgan, Merlin, Medea, Ushiwakamaru, Barghest, and Caenis.

Even though all seven women—said to be the strongest and most overflowing with Mana in Britain—had thrown themselves at him, Arthur's stamina had not even been cut in half.

After the red dragon's restraints had been released in the demonic realm and Scathach's training had turned him into a monster, Arthur's virility had become catastrophic.

In the end, that day's orgy had only come to an end after all seven women rolled back their eyes and passed out.

Remembering that terrible and intense pleasure, Artoria swallowed dryly.

After Mordred was born, her possessiveness and obsession toward her brother had only grown stronger, but realistically, if she tried to receive all of that monstrous red dragon's yang energy by herself, she might genuinely die from being fucked to death.

"You aren't going to keep those savage women as sex slaves, are you?"

When Artoria asked in a voice that nearly faded away, Arthur smirked.

"Of course not. No matter how pent-up I get, and even if I let them wait on me, I'm absolutely not going all the way. I won't let anyone touch even a single hair of my cock except my real women, like you."

"Th-then at least... what if they only got you off with their hands or mouths... I just worry you'll have a hard time..."

"No. My principles won't allow it."

Even in the face of Artoria's tearful compromise, Arthur drew the line firmly.

Though she was inwardly happy to know she was loved, she also let out a deep sigh at her husband's overwhelming sexual prowess, which left them unconscious every single night.

Because of that, she found herself thinking that maybe, just a little, it would be all right to let those Pictish women get him off with their hands or breasts.

After occupying the Kingdom of Fotla, Arthur immediately began stabilization efforts.

He gathered the upper-class Pictish intellectual retainers and human officials who had remained in the royal castle, received detailed reports on the administrative systems, supplies, and current conditions of every region, and began forcibly implanting the system of North Wales.

After several days of grueling administrative work,

Arthur was taking rest in a rather peculiar fashion.

"Ah, right. Knead that shoulder a little harder."

At Arthur's instruction, the beautiful Pictish women clinging to both his sides and behind him let out purring beastlike sounds as they diligently massaged his muscles.

Even when Arthur playfully kneaded their asses or full breasts, they merely grew enraptured by the fact that the king's hands had touched them and gently fed sweets into his mouth.

There was no sexual relationship, nor any coercive oppression.

Amazingly, even knowing they could not receive the king's seed, these Pictish women had volunteered and flocked to him simply for the honor of being able to serve at the side of the strongest male.

"Heh... this is paradise in every sense."

Just then, a snickering laugh came from the front.

"Hahaha! Kid, you really are something. To have such splendid, firm women tucked under both arms and still not fuck them, only get a massage—you're like some old monk sleeping alone."

The one who had entered was Oda Nobunaga.

She too was seated with two beautiful Pictish women tucked against both sides of her, just like Arthur.

Faithful to her desires and quite interested in the same sex as well, Nobunaga wore a delighted smile as she brazenly kneaded a Pictish woman's full breasts like some sly old man.

Nobunaga herself radiated tremendous charisma and strength, so despite her being a woman, the Pictish women still blushed and willingly offered their bodies to her.

"Look who's talking. And the Pictish men are muscular and strong too, aren't they? You're not touching that side?"

When Arthur asked while chewing on a snack, Nobunaga waved her hand in disgust.

"Ugh, why the hell would I touch those stinking muscle-dharma bastards? I like fragrant, soft women way more."

After kissing the Pictish woman's breast, Nobunaga sharpened her gaze and got to the point.

"So, looks like wrapping up Fotla is more or less done. Where's the next target? You going to strike those backwater independent tribe fools in Atholl first?"

Arthur shook his head.

"The Atholl tribe will be crushed and absorbed tomorrow when I send the army led by Caenis. They're small fry, nothing worth worrying about."

Arthur rose from his seat and approached the map of Pictland hanging on the wall.

"Our true strategic objective is here. Fidach, the great kingdom that grips the vast forest region of the central north."

Arthur's finger jabbed hard at the northern forest region on the map. Then it slid and pointed to the small island beside it.

"And at the same time, this Isle of Eigg beside Fidach. The Pictish version of the Amazons, said to be made up only of women—the tribe of Queen Moidart. We'll smash them too in this advance and absorb them."

The red dragon's second march toward the northern empire was drawing its bowstring toward a vast forest and an island of warrior women.

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