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Episode 1-Getting a job! (1)

This world is based on Japanese adult comics that I watched illegally on the Internet.

What does that mean?

It just meant that it was a crazy world.

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“This afternoon, a woman from Yangseongguyu, who deliberately attacked a woman who was active in the same club by using drugs, was arrested…”

Terrible news came out on TV.

Rape is a very terrible and cruel crime.

In fact, it is covered in depth in the news here.

But there was definitely something strange.

First of all, a woman attacked a woman?

In fact, it was quite possible.

The world is wide and there is nothing strange about anything that happens.

However, the fact that it was a benign trough was enough to raise issues.

In this crazy world, benign troughs were not rare cases.

It was a world where beings, also called futanari in vulgar language, clearly formed a social class.

Why did I fall into this world?

It’s too cruel to call it the karma of searching around for something more stimulating just to masturbate.

This is an adult cartoon I glanced at.

It was a short comic of 30 pages anyway.

Unlike the work that was obviously set in Japan, I ended up in Korea next to it based on my nationality.

Of course, the situation in Korea was not much different from the work.

And the settings mentioned in the work were only the tip of the iceberg.

The lewd settings that became reality were enough to completely shake my common sense.

It was just…it was just a crazy world.

“Ugh…”

I rubbed my head.

It’s a synchronization problem.

The memories of this body that I had been possessed by were shaking and mixing together with my own memories.

” As the number of sex crimes committed by sexual offenders continues to increase, the government is taking separate measures to ensure the safety of normal people…”

I continued watching TV while rubbing my itching head.

Over the past two days, with the ‘memories’ stuck in my head, news and the Internet have played a very important role in gathering information about this world.

“Therefore, in order to expand facilities for the reformation of sex offenders and develop methods to control sexual desires…”

Crazy sounds continued to flow from the announcer’s mouth.

Based on the setting here, it was said that futanaris basically have a very strong sexual desire.

Several times more than the average person, to the point where it would be difficult to not take medication.

But drugs destroy the body.

Therefore, it meant that they had to somehow survive their sexual desires with minimal medication.

Such people were numerous enough to confidently occupy one of the mainstream groups that make up modern society.

Normal man, normal woman, futanari.

As it is a crazy world, there were strange differences in social status depending on the group.

Those who are treated the most are healthy men and normal women who have not turned into futanaris during their sexual stages.

And then there are futanaris.

There are quite a few problems they cause, but anyway, they are definitely one of the mainstream.

“Next news. It is said that an incident of assault on a minor by Yang Yang-yu occurred at a facility in Seoul. The police fined Mr. A, Yang Yangguyu, in his 20s…”

And the futanari didn’t end there.

In this society, another class existed, although it was a minority.

An immature person who is not a minor.

Immatures, misfits, genetically eliminated trash.

It refers to people whose growth has stopped or who have disabilities due to various factors.

Most of them had an immature appearance despite their age.

People in this world treated them as outcasts and considered it common sense.

Words such as anti-discrimination and human rights definitely existed here too… but in the first place, this was a crazy world where common sense did not apply.

“Ha…”

I trudged to the bathroom.

It was a crazy world with an invisible caste system, but if I had been born as a normal man like in my previous life, life might have been better.

As a decent first-class citizen, you get a free pass to get married and get a job.

The problem arises because that is not the case.

I stepped on the step and looked at the reflection in the bathroom mirror.

He is about 150 cm tall and needs to step on a step to be able to see the mirror.

Short black hair covering the neck, big black eyes shaking.

“Crazy fucking dog.”

Harsh swear words that did not match her pitiful, girl-like appearance came out of her small mouth.

The boy I see now was me here.

An immature and thin body that shows no signs of macho masculinity.

Immature people and misfits who are openly looked down upon by society.

That was me.

Fucked.

I took a peek at my underwear.

I’m really screwed. I lost everything.

At most, I watched a pornographic cartoon once and masturbated once.

“Student! Isn’t it in Seoyeon’s student!?”

At that time, someone knocked on the studio door.

At first, I casually got down from the step and tried to open the door.

From my inherited memories, I knew that this voice was the landlady.

“…!”

But those memories didn’t just contain information.

“Hurry and open the door! Did you wait long enough?!”

A cold chill hit my heart.

A trembling body. This was horror.

What I remembered was also the emotions engraved on my body.

I gritted my teeth.

At best, she’s just an old lady with a big belly.

“Moon..”

“Why are you doing that?”

I flung open the door and looked up at her.

She looks down at me with the corners of her mouth lowered.

This gaze, this angle.

My memories and emotions were full of withdrawal.

In my memories, I always had to look up at people, and they always looked down at me.

I lived like that for ten years after being diagnosed as immature in my early to mid-teens.

The pressure and abuse of those around me instilled fear into my body and the visual structure of looking down and looking up.

“You probably know it well, right?”

The lady raised her eyebrows.

Unlike usual, I looked straight into his eyes and he seemed a little surprised.

I suppressed my inner fear.

It’s still unfair, but I didn’t want to be dragged through such a trivial trauma.

“The legal rent grace period for those new to society will end soon. Can you pay the rent?”

“…I’ll pay it.”

“Oh, how? Even though I couldn’t find a job?”

She chuckled and pressed me.

From what I remember, she didn’t come and scold me for no reason in this day and age.

An insidious desire shone in her eyes.

“If there is no alternative, please ask me. I know a younger brother who runs a good store. If you are a student, you will definitely be able to work while being treated well.”

“I don’t do that.”

“Really? Would you really be able to say something like that while sitting on the street? At that time, the student’s ransom will fall. This is serious advice. Fortunately, your face can be smooth and comfortable, so why bother buying it?”

She snorted and went back.

I flopped down in front of the closed door.

The store the woman was talking about was not just a part-time job.

Perhaps because of my ambitious worldview, this world is very open.

But no matter what, even though I was possessed, I couldn’t sell myself at the entertainment bar recommended by that crazy bitch, let alone eat it.

“Work. I need to find a job.”

I mumbled like I was crazy and searched the job search site.

It seemed like he was working part-time.

The problem is that all the money I earned from that part-time job was wasted through student loans.

I wonder if this crazy ‘original’ me was a bitch and took out loans to go to school despite looking at the employment rate of immature college graduates.

“…”

However, I bit my lip as I cursed and recalled the memory of that time.

My heart ached so much.

The feeling of why and with what mindset I studied and went to college came with the memory.

Did I foolishly think that if I studied and succeeded, I could make up for being discriminated against as an immature person?

Even if you manage to succeed and be recognized, the label of immature does not fall.

Immature people and futanari are not discriminated against excessively simply because of their appearance.

They are born in this world with a very serious flaw.

It is a genetic defect.

Aside from the fact that sowing seeds would increase the number of futanari and immature people in the future, they had a very important flaw.

“Lucas Bern, considered the world’s best hunter, is visiting Korea this time!”

The TV, which is still on, continues to chatter.

This crazy world was not just a world of ambitious people.

Things like futanari and immature were just the basics.

There are hunters, gates, and monsters.

There were magical girls and monsters.

It was literally a crazy world.

A harsh world where only the strong can survive.

And it was natural that immature people, who had a 0% chance of having mana in their bodies, were not treated as well as those who fought monsters.

“…I have to start with work.”

I wiped away a single tear that had escaped for no reason.

According to the policy, if you get a formal job, the rent deferral is extended by one month.

Then the landlord will have nothing to say.

The problem is that most workplaces do not hire immature workers.

Why pick people who only have big heads but whose physical features are similar to their appearance and age? does not exist.

When I checked the conditions on the site, the only things that came up were strange things similar to what the landlord was proposing.

“…Newly established foster care camp.”

Among the unfiltered things at that time, I found a healthy occupation that was not adult or entertainment.

It was even a state-accredited facility.

I quickly clicked, thinking this was it.

Support available.

My hands were shaking for no reason.

The idea of a concentration camp bothered me, but whatever.

I respect the prison guards.

Now was not the time to choose between cold and hot food.