Return to the real world and for what? To feel my blessings atrophy and weather the vagaries of rent and salary all for the sake of sinking my cock inside them—women who may now choose to leave my diminished self and who have recourse to the law or richer men?

No, better to rule over rice paddies than to serve in towers. Better to wield the danger of the blade than to pen my tax returns.

I do not choose this path for Olivia Rodrigo, but because Olivia Rodrigo is the one path to power: political, bodily, and mental.

I didn’t choose the harlot, the merchant, the herbalist, and the mistress for them alone, but to heighten my sexual prowess for the Daimyo’s daughter. Whether drugs or technique, foreign mart or breakneck speed, I amassed the points and experience to better pleasure my future wife and own her mind, body and soul.

She doesn’t have sex with one man, but multitudes coiled together. One moment, a hypnotic, trance-like foreplay, the next a freight train running through her—aided with secret herbs and exotic balms.