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When an unlucky, awkward virgin dies in the most humiliating way possible (you don’t wanna know), he wakes up not in heaven… but a mechanical construct powered by divine magics built for a single purpose: Sex.

In a fantasy world cursed by a sexually frustrated demon queen, men can’t keep it up, women haven’t had a decent orgasm in centuries, and birth rates have plummeted harder than masculine egos. Society is teetering on the edge of population collapse—and the only thing standing between mass hysteria and sweaty salvation... is him.

His new owners? A smoking-hot, elven herbwitch MILF and her fiery half-dwarf, half-elf genius daughter who created him as their latest “intimate invention.” After a magical screw-up gives him a soul (and an upgrade below the belt), he becomes the only pleasure unit capable of leveling-up his powers of pleasure, independent thought—and maybe... emotional connection?

Now powered by aphrodisiacs, awkwardness, and sheer mechanical stamina, our hero must navigate lusty labs, intense moaning missions, and a society starving for satisfaction... all while trying to survive being “tested” and "reviewed" by every noblewoman, monster girl, and lonely tavern wench in the realm.

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WARNING: May contain excessive thrusting, magical lubricant, seductive stat screens, and one very confused virgin trying to do the right thing! Reader Beware... and bring tissues.

Plugged In: I got Isekai’d into a Sexbot (Now I Must Save The World)

The Demon Queen of the Eastern Continent, Vexena, the Crimson Woe, kneels on the obsidian tiles of her throne room, her composure shattering like fine glass as she weeps softly. Her tears fall silently, pooling at the feet of Maribelle, now wrapped only in shame and a thin sheen of sweat.

"Please," Vexena begs, her voice thick with longing and emotion. "Tell me about my daughter. Tell me something. Anything!"

Maribelle clenches her jaw. "Not unless you guarantee my safety."

In an instant, Eris, the Ripper, appears in a flicker of smoke. Her blade hovering just beneath Maribelle's chin, humming with malevolent energy, tickling her skin with tiny sparks of demonic energy.

"You should show more gratitude," Eris purrs, expression unreadable. "Or I'll show you what we do to insolent guests."

Tea, Truth, and the Queen’s Little Terror