Soldiers Crave Promotion to Meat Toilets - 5: Humans After the Great Purification – Or More Precisely, the "Bitches" Got Sluttier
Humans after the Great Purification—or more precisely, the bitches—had become downright lewd. There was no denying that fact. But to me, accustomed to the old human sexual culture, the current one felt a bit rigid.
In the old world, the most moral sex was between a loving husband and wife. Legally and ethically impeccable, the pinnacle of normalcy and propriety. A step more progressive might involve lovers in a committed relationship, and another step could mean fuck buddies chasing pure physical pleasure. That was the limit of what the law allowed.
Turning to the illegal side, you'd hit prostitution—technically a crime in most countries, but rampant and out in the open. Full-on crimes started with hidden camera pervs, escalating to rape. And the ultimate taboo, the stuff even media shied away from depicting? Sex crimes against minors.
That was my memory of the old-generation humans' sexual mores. Post-Purification, the new-generation humans' sexual mores were different.
The most moral, upright sex was serving the Superior Race. Keeping your body beautiful and harboring devotion to the Arken, then being chosen and lavishing sincere attention on his cock. That was peak virtue.
A shade less moral—something even the most ethical folks did casually—was masturbation. More specifically, masturbating while fantasizing about the Superior Race. Jerking off to videos of me fucking, imagining yourself as the bitch pinned beneath me.
Among those, the most ethical form was climaxing purely from loyalty and service zeal toward the Superior Race, without touching your pussy. Fingering yourself to orgasm was a notch less pure. Using a vibrator or toy was deemed even less ethical—"seeking excessive pleasure without the Superior Race's blessing." And breaking your hymen with a dildo? Straight-up criminal.
Originally, humans had made that a life sentence. I worked hard to reduce it to two years in prison with six months suspended.
Slightly less ethical than masturbating to me (sans dildo) was using porn games, illustrations, or smutty novels as fuel. Sure, the male leads were fixed as Arken, not humans—but in this world, Arken were gods. There were actual religions worshiping us. Just like old Earth controversies over depicting gods in media, creators here faced backlash: "How dare you portray the Superior Race like this, you degenerates!"
That was the line for ethical sex acts. In old-world terms, about one-night-stand level.
A bit more unethical: girl-on-girl action. With only one of me and women overflowing Korea, lesbians were inevitable. Humans fall in love, and love breeds the urge to fuck. But this was seen as utterly depraved, shameless, horrific. Inferior-race bitches should love only Superior-race Arken; loving another inferior was betrayal.
In practice, lesbians rarely got punished. A few fined for public displays as minor offenses, but the laws were effectively dead letters. No same-sex marriage, but no opposite-sex marriage either, so not much discrimination. Some held fake weddings; shady VPN sites shared girl-date spots.
Old-world equivalent? Prostitution territory—technically illegal, but not viewed as heinous.
From there, it was criminal. Smut where the male lead was a human male, not Superior Race. Jerking to old human-male porn. Or dildo use breaking your hymen. Stealing your heart from the Superior Race for extinct inferior males? Grave sin.
I didn't get it, but that's how people thought now.
Rape porn sat right on the criminal borderline. Some called it crime, others defended it as mild enough. Girl-on-girl rape was excluded—still the vile crime it always was, worse even. In this world, a woman's chastity mattered more. Only virgins qualified for Arken embrace.
Being bred by a Superior cock was a woman's greatest joy. Horny bitches spent days fantasizing about me. Even low odds, being "Arken-eligible" was practically a human right—proof of societal value.
Next scenario: a Superior male raping a woman. Practically nonexistent. Outside extreme cases like resistance raids, I had no reason to force a reluctant bitch. Few women rejected me outright, and they never crossed my path anyway.
Thus, "rape fetish" debates centered on media where Arken raped humans. Some liberals (shockingly, sometimes a slur here) argued: what's wrong? Superior Arken dominating inferior bitches aligns perfectly—no betrayal.
Opponents disagreed. Rape requires mutual rejection: man overcomes woman's resistance. "Rejecting Superior grace is immoral to begin with!" I wondered if it had to go that far, but society ran on devotion to us Arken. I couldn't easily upend it.
Pro-censorship folks claimed expecting Arken rape was lazy, immoral fantasy. Banning it bred proper citizens.
Obviously, immoral acts turn women on more than the "proper" stuff. Rape fantasies thrilled them. Normal service sex was vanilla; rape offered fresh thrills and positions. No affairs existed here, so this scratched the forbidden itch.
Plus, rape stemmed from raw male desire. Bitches slaved to earn Superior cock—elite schoolgirls (top-three in Korea, daughters of pols, tycoons, stars), endlessly studying, training, sculpting perfect bodies. Captain Shin Serin too: elite in military and femininity.
Even they needed luck for my embrace. Rape? Pure, unconditional Superior cock. No effort, no simping—a top S-rank beauty obsessed, ravaging her body. Unreal, irresistible.
So when I heard the plan, I knew: some soldier had a rape fetish.
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"Who's got a rape fetish among you?"
"N-No such thing exists! We planned this video purely to warn against the Resistance! We're loyal soldiers ready to spread our pussies for you anytime, Lord Rishian!"
Shin Serin shielded her unit with incredulous eyes.
"Sure, sure."
Even if they devoured rape smut, few would say "no" if I appeared and said, "Spread 'em." Fantasy was safe; real Arken were more likely to shrug, "Fine, pass," than force a rejection—lest they cry, "How dare you refuse me!"
"Still, someone's gotta think forced is hotter. Not mad—just saying it'd be best if the planner takes the role. Acting skills, too."
A timid-looking soldier shyly raised her hand.
"M-Me..."
"Perfect. You're it."
I flashed a faint smile. Watching a shy one writhe under me sounded fun enough.