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Geniuses reincarnated in another world use modern knowledge to create their own destiny.

They created soap and brought about a hygiene revolution, and they used modern theories of capital to instantly transform medieval fantasy into something closer to modern times.

What about me?

I graduated from Namjung Boys High School, served in the military, graduated from college, and got a job.

There was talk of dating a woman and marriage, but they broke up due to realistic conditions.

-Oppa, is this really all? Is this all you have saved up? …are you meeting me to have sex? Did you come after my body? This is rape! Argh!!

It was a common story.

If you post a story on the Internet, you’ll get a few recommendations, but after a few weeks, it’ll end up on a humor bulletin board with weathered quality.

It’s a pleasant story that you don’t want to remember, and even if you don’t post it on the Internet, it’s an ordinary story that at least one or two people will know.

So I concentrated on work.

I had a sense of entitlement, and my pride was hurt.

There were also situations where money was urgently needed.

But I was an ordinary person.

No, he did not become a genius who was ridiculed as an ordinary person by a genius.

Just an ordinary office worker.

A person who is the average or median value when the country compiles statistics.

Even the company fired me by holding me accountable before the results came out.

What did you do after that?

I don’t have any family to grieve with, so I stay alone…

‘I don’t think it was suicide.’

He died while doing something.

Although my memory of that part is vague, I think I acted in a way that was not shameful, at least at the last moment.

If such a person were to fall into another world, and if it were a fantasy world where magic and elves exist, what kind of future would unfold?

Nothing happened.

It happened, but it wasn’t very successful.

There was no soap.

However, when I searched my memory to develop soap, all I could think of was hardening oil in a milk carton.

I failed to make quality paper.

Even if you tried to make thin paper by chopping and soaking trees, such low-quality paper was no different from trash compared to high-quality mass-produced products sold on the market.

It was not a family that could make such attempts multiple times.

I’ve only seen stories in books about farms giving birth to multiple children and raising them as laborers, but in reality, such families-

correction.

It wasn’t even a family name.

He was from a commoner’s family, not an aristocrat who had fallen generations ago. He was the child of a poor farmer who gave birth to a series of children who were extremely poor and made them pick up shovels and needles instead of spoons when they started running around.

The only talent I have is making tools using items found around the house.

If I had to name the skill, it would have to be called woodworking. It helped me more than I thought.

The parents showed kindness to the extent of pouring thin soup into my bowl as I used a small carving knife to carve wood to make at least one more bowl.

If you didn’t do that, you were sold.

I found out later what happened to my brothers and sisters who had been sold, but even at the time when I was aware of this, I worked even harder to cut wood to prove my usefulness.

As a result, things that were unintentionally helpful to marital relationships came out.

I cut out the red sesame seeds to grind the fruit into small pieces, and they even used it to do something.

Well, anyway.

There was nothing I could do other than that.

The only thing I could do was plow the field and train my body in my spare time after the secondary sexual characteristics occurred.

Physical strength was also important, but at that time, mercenaries would come to the village.

Others wear gray armor and make a living off of swords and rice.

Through them, I learned that there were monsters like goblins in the world, and that there was a being called the Demon King.

At first, I laughed.

Even if he were the Demon King, he would be killed in one hit by some hero.

He would die by having his head cut off by something like a holy sword.

Because of the Demon Lord, at least I won’t die right away.

Still, I had to survive if something dangerous happened, so I thought I should at least train my body, so I learned simple sword skills from the mercenaries who came to the village.

Thanks to that, I survived.

While the entire village died and my family died from the goblin attack, I managed to kill the goblin with the sword skills taught to me by an old mercenary.

I lost my home in an instant and became a mercenary.

I became a chore worker for a mercenary group that visited the village, and after flowing into the adventurer village, I learned about the world.

A world where the devil exists.

A world with dungeons.

Adventurers conquered dungeons and enjoyed rewards with gold and silver treasures, and among them there were those who called themselves the ‘Hero Party’.

I lived stubbornly.

An ordinary porter and mercenary who can’t use magic and doesn’t really have any talent with a sword, but can’t kill people and can barely protect himself with the skills he trained to survive.

A person who has not accumulated enough achievements to receive a mercenary badge made of expensive minerals such as silver or gold.

A person who was able to at least have a mercenary badge made of brass.

Is it thanks to that?

As I hung out with men in the Brass Club, daily wage earners, and mercenary groups, I sometimes spent money for pleasure.

Bought a prostitute.

There were only two ways for a person like me, who was reluctant to meet women because he was not suitable for marriage and not very suitable for dating, to relieve his sexual desires.

If there was one advantage, it was that modern knowledge was somewhat helpful when it came to sex.

-Oh, him? Unlike other mercenaries, he had sex a bit.

In her own way, she became a celebrity among prostitutes.

There was also a strange rumor going around that he had sex romantically, as if he were having sex with the woman he loved.

I just used some techniques I saw in porn before I was reincarnated.

I just remembered and put into practice the men’s techniques and management methods taught by a familiar-looking AV male actor that I had been seeing on U-Tube for some time.

I just used a few safe tools that didn’t rub my skin.

We just had sex in stages like we did on Earth, but in this medieval fantasy world, such sex must have felt quite exotic.

This is what sex experts say, so it’s definitely not wrong.

Unless I was speaking out to get a regular, I guess I am somewhat of an ordinary person in this world when it comes to sex.

Then what should I do?

Like mercenaries with gold plates, they cannot conquer a dungeon in one day and make a fortune, they are talented in magic and cannot create sparks from their hands, and they cannot live as nobles born with only their status.

Is it okay to live like this?

Is it okay to live a life where female adventurers and prostitutes compliment me by saying, ‘But you’re good at sex?’

I, a 23-year-old (after reincarnation) named ‘Jax’, was having such concerns.

Fucked.

I followed it, thinking it was an ordinary dungeon strategy, but it turned out to be a dungeon run by one of the Demon King’s executives.

We fell into a trap, were magically teleported and trapped somewhere.

Those who resisted died.

Trapped in a prison with only one window that could tell whether it was day or night, I suffered every day while listening to the sounds of mercenary members dying one by one.

And about the third day.

A time when the fear of death slowly eroded me and I began to accept it.

“I will ask.”

I knelt in front of a woman in a black dress with white hair sitting on a black throne in a large hall that no one could tell was the ‘Devil’s Castle.’

“They say you are so good at sex, is that true?”

“……Yes?”

Fangs exposed between red lips.

Pointy ears stretched out from side to side.

Pathologically white skin that looks as if it hasn’t been exposed to sunlight for a long time, or as if it shouldn’t have been exposed to sunlight.

“I appreciate your skills and will appoint you as the ‘Rafist’ of our dungeon. Rejection is death, and incompetence is also death.”

“……Dare I dare ask a question?”

“You are a polite human being. I allow it.”

“What is a rapist?”

One of the four top executives of the Demon King’s Army who had the nickname “Vampire Princess.”

“He is a rape instructor.”

She threatened me.

“Train the female warriors and adventurers you capture in the dungeon. So that they can truly be on our side and become slaves who can actively fight.”

“…….”

“In other words, all you have to do is use the night skills you are best at and subjugate the human woman. It doesn’t matter what the method is. Subdue our ‘enemies’ we capture through sex, make them slaves to our dicks and make them kneel before me.”

Rape if you want to live.

No, subjugate them sexually and make them follow demons, not humans.

“For the past dozen years, the Demon King’s army has only killed the humans it has captured. But our ‘corps’ is different. We will degrade human women into female slaves and turn them into slave soldiers who fight loyally for our legion.”

Why is it pleasure?

Why sex?

“If you succeed in corrupting the captives by training them into females, I can turn those females into vampire soldiers stronger than any other soldiers.”

Because that was the most efficient way to generate powerful power for this vampire princess.

“Is it okay to just make someone submit through sex?”

“That’s right.”

“Whether you use tools or drugs, is it okay to turn a virgin who doesn’t even know she’s a man into a slut who can’t live without a dick?”

“Okay. Men before this couldn’t do that. Can you do it?”

Giving up on being human, surrendering to demons and betraying humans.

“Ha.”

At that time, I was a little crazy.

“Please just order it. We will make you a female to show off.”

Whether it’s sex or anything else, the fact that there is a country with such abilities that needs me.

What does it matter whether you are a human or a demon lord?

“I’m having sex again.”

The vampire princess, who smiles at my words with her legs crossed, is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen-

To be honest.

‘I want to have sex.’

She was a beautiful woman who, even if she died, it would have been nice to have had sex with her before she died.

“Good.”

The vampire princess laughed.

“If you fail, you die.”

Now, I have to risk my life and train myself to rape.

To survive.

To me, rape is survival.