An hour passed since Rexford woke up, he lay on his bed staring up towards the ceiling, the white marble making him think-
'The world has never been clearer…'
A sense of accomplishment accompanied by the insurance that what he experienced was neither a dream not a fantasy-
*squish*
"Ahhn~ ♥️"
The soft mounds in his hands made him understand that this truly was reality while the soft warm that wrapped around his little brother proved his accomplishments.
'Yeah… I just fucked a dark skinned beauty- nay… a hot latina maid!'
He found the closest comparison he had to his memories, memories from a world where his greatest accomplishment was getting through November without thinking anything perverted. A month of being a saint had been a legendary tale until today-
'From now on I will enjoy this life to the fullest!'
The third prince of an empire, a man who could get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Others would have tried to "become emperor" or "become a hero" but Rexford only had one wish- a wish he carried from his previous life!
'I will enjoy life!'
He had experienced a life where he was constantly chasing after numbers.
Every day was a slog, every month was a mathematical problem and every year was proof of his wasted youth.
While others spent their days partying and enjoying life, he had spent his time behind a counter, before a screen and sometimes behind the wheel with food that didn't belong to him.
A life where he chased after money was about to end, he was about to start his "retirement" phase and yet it all came to an end.
Things turned dark and before he knew it, he was already a prince.
He had already forgotten the name he had in his previous life, all he knew was his name in the current one.
Rexford Diabolus, third son of the Emperor of Diabolus and a playboy extraordinaire.
A talented man who could have competed for the title of crown prince but gave up immediately because-
"It's a hassle"
A man who could have become a legendary leader who ended up leading women into rooms for nightlong parties.
Born as a golden boy, a product of pure genetic superiority, he not only had an outstanding appearance and inherent strength but also a plethora of inherent abilities afforded by his very blood. This allowed him to accumulate knowledge and skills that would have allowed him to fight for three days and three nights.
Yet the greatest exploit he had was the one vs a hundred party he had lasting for a week.
A man who carried the purest of blood from the imperial line, yet the flowers that surrounded him were of great variety.
Despite this, none dared to throw him out, so long as he was willing to serve the empire every now and then, even his brothers would willingly support their youngest brother's crazy antics.
While he thought about the legends that Rexford Diabolus accumulated under his name throughout the years, a memory of a plan suddenly flashed in his mind. He stopped his hands movement as he asked solemnly-
"Anne, how's the integration project going?"
"Ah…"
Anne also snapped, the question Rexford asked was important and the answer to it was-
"Not that well…"
"I expected as much"
"You've read the report right?"
"That I did, that I did…"
His mind calmed down and his lower head softened, Rexford recalled the reason why he was in such a weird state.
Despite his crazy antics, Rexford Diabolus, the unpredictable third prince had a dream.
"To Make all Races live in Harmony"
It was a crazy dream, but one that was not completely idealistic.
He was aware that people would retain their greed, he knew that hate would continue to spread and he also knew that people would always find conflict.
But his dream was not for a peaceful utopia, instead, the dream he had was a simple hope to see all races treat each other equally.
At a young age, Rexford disliked the sight of Centaurs being turned into draft horses.
Centaur nobles have interbred with human women for centuries and now, many of them simply had the hind legs of a horse.
Yet, the true Centaur race was one where the individual would have the upper body of a human and lower four legged body of a horse.
The pure centaurs though ended up being turned into low class civilians some even lower than serfs, becoming mere draft horses for farming or carriages.
It was the sight of a centaur lady being whipped on the and having her face split that made Rexford want to change the system.
But his beliefs would not lead him anywhere but failure as the majority of the nobles had abandoned their true heritage and forced a change through slavery and wild genetic engineering.
Such a situation is what led Rexford to simply resort to his current activities.
He created a group that he kept "for fun".
Slept around with women from various races, turned them into women who are "kinda concubines but kinda not". It was a position that allowed Rexford to protect as many people as he could.
He formed communities that allowed him to "look good" in front of such races which "allows him to sleep with their women".
To the nobles, Rexford was simply a hedonistic prince who was taking advantage of his people.
Some rumors even spoke of Rexford making low class citizens watch as he violated wives, lovers, daughters and others before their loved ones.
In reality though, Rexford had never forced anyone into his bedchamber but he wouldn't correct them.
He was never going to get the throne anyway, moreover, even if he did, the support he would get is from a small group of people who he helped. The rest only see him as a scary noble who revels in abusing his people.
If that weren't enough, a recent report that was given to him showed him a reality that he wished he did not see.
It was information about people who had lost their livelihood.
The dynamics of war had shifted, magical technology had made classic cavalry and human wave style wars ineffective.
Specialized fighters who could use both magic and other battle techniques were the current trend.
Like the move from swords and bows to guns and cannons. The world had made many types of combatants obsolete.
The empire was able to adjust as many titans and demon races were adept at magic but there was also a strong background of pure fighters who made the military truly formidable.
Alas, centaurs who thrived as cavalry lost their jobs, Beastmen and Werebebast races who excelled as knights and footsoldiers lost their swords-
Following the loss of a doctrine of war, the industrial complex that supported it also fell…
Blacksmiths who made swords, shields, armor and arrowheads all went bankrupt.
Military doctors that specialized in dealing with specific races also found themselves looking for employment.
It was a situation where even the military which should have been a "quick way to get ahead in life" became a cesspool of failure and sorrow.
The worst part about it all though was that most of those that lost their jobs were citizens at the lower ends of society.
Races far from the "perfect humanoid form".
The military was their bastion, the place where they could show off and be proud of their heritage. Yet even that was taken over by those with a "perfect form".
It was because of the correlation between a humanoid form and magical ability.
The closer one is to a humanoid form which is the closest to the divine, the more one's talent in magic would increase.
As such, the closer one was to a bestial form, the lower ones ability in magic becomes.
It was a really bad state and what it led to was mass unemployment.
Centaurs were selling themselves to slavery, turning into draft horses that farmers could abuse while they used them as tools.
The werebeast who were basically "humanoid animals" excelled in terms of physical ability and were turned into mining slaves.
It was a truly cruel world but once his mind had cleared up, Rexford was finally able to think about his own actions and his life better.
Instead of focusing on the depravity that was Rexford Diabolus, he focused more on the dream of the man named Rexford Diabolus.
And it was at that moment that his mind suddenly flashed with an idea-
"THAT'S IT!"
Jumping out of the bed, Rexford rushed to his desk where piles of papers and writing materials were scattered about.
"Master?"
"You could rest Anne, I kinda overdid it, don't worry I just had an idea"
"Yes Master, you were rougher this time- I can't even feel my legs now~"
"... are you sure?"
"Mhm… it's numb from all the pounding~ you also went deeper than you normally do~ it's like Master truly wished to fertilize my womb~"
"Time to rest, don't try to entice me, I might really cause some damage this time"
Although Anne had titan blood, she was not a full titan. Her body was weaker and less durable than Rexford.
'I need to get used to holding back again…'
The previous Rexford would not have made the same mistake but after awakening his memories of his past life. His personalities were jumbled up quite a bit.
As such, the act of "holding back" which had become second nature of him was loosened and he now felt glad that he unloaded his lust on Anne-
'Any other girl would have been crushed… damn'
He never thought he would ever be in such a position but here he was, worrying about truly breaking a woman like in offbrand anime.
'Wait! No… that plan- gotta focus'