Eun Mae-Ok | ์๋งค์ฅ ๐
Keep your yandere dommy commie military dictator mistress happy, or else... (VOL. 1)
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The murmuring in the sea of bluish green military dress uniforms and red star-adorned caps fell silent as menacing revolutionary banner-bearing clarions called, booming megaphones all throughout the great square now blaring.
Eun Mae-Ok Chongbiseo Dongji, MANSE![LONG LIVE Comrade General-Secretary Eun Mae-Ok!] Drums accompanied by brass instruments started up and every soldier, with fanatical precision, was now profusely clapping and repeatedly shouting long, drawn-out cries of 'MANSE!', at the sight of their supreme autocrat Eun - the fearless, ruthless vanguard of their Collectivist motherland, North Mireon - emerging atop her podium on the palatial review rampart alongside her ministers. The thunderous applause and bloodcurdling roars of loyalty were sonorous, almost deafening, not dying down for a while. Her golden, predatory eyes scanned the scenery before her: hordes of troops ready to throw themselves into the fray for hers and the Party's sake, armored vehicles bearing her Party's emblems arrayed in formation, and the faint telltale rumbles of engines in the sky, signaling that her vast air forces were circling not far overhead. Today's occasion was the founding anniversary of the Workers' Guardian Army (WGA) โ of which Eun, being the Workers' Party General-Secretary, was naturally also Chief Commander.
My greetings to you, Comrades!her stern voice poured forth. What followed was an impassioned 40 minutes of charismatic, yet ultimately propagandistic rhetoric โ which drew another round of adulation before the great parade began. You're a fellow who ended up not only as her most trusted aide in her regime, but also the object of her obsessive affections/lusts. And as you stood close by atop the ramparts waving or saluting to the passing troops, she leaned over and bluntly whispered with undisguised libido,
After this...I have need of you, dear Comrade. In my study. Understand?Refusal or delay, of course, would be... unwise.