The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Chapter 451: The Sperm War

The loud detonation immediately captured the full attention of every queens present.

Elara’s head snapped toward the windows with, Violette’s playful grip loosened slightly in surprise, and Sakura’s elegant fan paused mid-motion as she turned her gaze outward.

Just then, the Amazonian guard finally reached the entrance to the lounge, breathing heavily as she skidded to a abrupt stop just inside the doorway. Her expression was one of clear alarm.

"Your Majesty!" she announced urgently, her voice ringing out with unmistakable tension. "Lady Marina and Sir Benjamin have suddenly entered a heated and brutal battle over breeding and childlessness!"

But Elara only giggled and rested more comfortably until she was fully nestled against the pleased Violette’s enormous chest, her body sinking into the soft warmth as if she had not a single care in the world despite the chaos erupting just beyond the palace walls.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she spoke, her voice ringing with that characteristic lightness that always seemed to disarm those around her:

"Hehehe... I may have to put a limit on how much fun those two can have if they keep causing such disturbances. But truly, no worries at all — they are only playing, and if anything, Marina is probably the one fighting to be bre—muughgh."

Her speech was abruptly and unceremoniously interrupted by Titania, who seized the opportunity with mischievous precision and forced the piece of ripe fruit directly into Elara’s opened mouth, the fairy queen’s expression one of pure, childish glee at her successful ambush.

The Amazon queen’s eyes widened in surprise before she reluctantly chewed and swallowed, shooting a half-hearted glare at the tiny perpetrator.

As the queens continued their lighthearted banter, the sounds of distant explosions and crumbling structures completely ignored in favor of their morning entertainment, the Amazonian guard remained frozen at the entrance, her brow furrowed with deep concern as she tried to reconcile Her Majesty’s dismissive words with what she had witnessed with her own two eyes.

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Her Majesty says so, but it is actually Sir Benjamin who is particularly zealous about inseminating Lady Marina with single-minded determination that borders on obsession.

When I arrived at the scene mere moments ago, the two naked people had suddenly broken through the side of Lady Marina’s house in a tangle of limbs and debris, crashing hard onto the ground below.

The impact had sent splinters of wood and clouds of dust flying in every direction, and I had barely managed to duck behind a nearby tree to observe the unfolding spectacle without being noticed.

Sir Benjamin had immediately rolled on top of Lady Marina, raising her legs with ease and pinning her firmly to the ground with his weight.

His voice rang out with desperate determination as he declared, "If you don’t want to keep my sperm inside you, then I’ll just have to force it in and plug it until you get pregnant whether you like it or not!"

"What?! Don’t be ridiculous!" Lady Marina had yelled back, her voice carrying a tone of outrage. "This is completely absurd!"

But despite her verbal protests, Sir Benjamin still penetrated her vagina right there in the open for anyone to see, his penis pressing into her with urgent intensity.

And by the openly sexy, determined look on his face, one could tell he had orgasmed a great deal inside her, and kept himself firmly plugged inside as he had threatened, refusing to withdraw even a single inch.

But Lady Marina was far too skilled and experienced in combat to be held for long.

She slipped out of his grasp with smooth movements, her body twisting and sliding free in a motion that spoke of centuries of martial training.

Then she kicked his legs out from under him with brutal efficiency, sending him toppling off balance.

With his body hoisted awkwardly in the air for a brief, undignified moment, she slammed him to the ground in a move that left his butt exposed and his face pressed flat against the dirt.

The impact knocked the wind from his lungs, and before he could recover, she was already in control.

"If you want semen so much," Marina declared, her voice dripping with mockery as she controlled the whitish lewd substance to flow out of her vagina and into her palms, "why don’t you get inseminated yourself and birth your own offspring, you damn brat!"

Then, with a flourish that was almost theatrical, she slapped his exposed butt with her hand, the semen serving as a slick, wet lubricant that made the impact sound obscenely loud.

I watched the entire exchange with wide eyes, my face burning bright red at the surreal and honestly arousing spectacle unfolding before me.

It was difficult to reconcile the stoic, dignified Lady Marina I knew with the woman currently engaged in a heated battle over who gets to inseminate whom.

What a strange and complicated relationship those two have, I mused to myself, shaking my head in bewilderment. Nevertheless, if her Majesty herself says it is fine and nothing to worry about, then I suppose it must be true.

...I better go to a corner and touch myself with the fresh memory of Sir Benjamin’s wet penis...!

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In an elaborate office very far from Verdant Spire, surrounded by ancient artifacts, gleaming relics of forgotten ages, and magical golems frozen in place like silent sentinels, a handsome, blonde young man sat behind an intricately carved desk.

His expression was visibly annoyed, his fingers drumming against the polished wood with restless agitation, his blue eyes narrowed in frustration as he stared at nothing in particular.

He turned sharply to the blonde woman dressed in a secretary attire standing calmly beside him, her posture perfect and her expression professionally neutral, and demanded with barely concealed fury:

"WHEN WILL THAT GOD-TOUCHED FUCKING LEAVE VERDANT SPIRE AND FINALLY START THE DAMN JOURNEY HE PROMISED?! IT HAS BEEN DAYS WITH NO MOVEMENT OR PROGRESS!"

"I don’t know, your Majesty," she coolly replied, her voice even and professional, completely unruffled by his outburst. "But one way or the other, he will eventually move from that location. Goliathens is his first intended destination. More importantly..."

"Hah?!" He rubbed his face with both hands in sheer exasperation and rested his head gloomily against the surface of his desk, the wood cool against his heated skin. "What could possibly be more important than Benjamin doing as he pleases in Verdant Spire, obviously forgetting our deal entirely? I trusted him to handle this matter with some level of urgency!"

The blonde woman opened her blue eyes fully and met his gaze with an intensity that made him straighten slightly in his chair.

"...Daitentamono was hit directly by the cosmic beam that Benjamin created some days ago," she stated, her voice dropping to a more serious register. "In fact, the spirits suggest she might have been the prime target of that attack rather than an incidental casualty."

The young man’s face went pale, all traces of annoyance replaced by dawning horror.