Breeding Visa

Sex. Sex is always needed. A nation once known for its traditions and technological marvels thrived, its cities buzzing with life and its streets filled with busy crowds. Bullet trains sliced through misty mountains, neon-lit cities hummed with robotic servers, and engineers built AI companions fluent in a dozen languages. But sex is always needed. Over decades, people stopped connecting. Romance faded into memory. Dating apps shut down. Birth rates flatlined. Sex became a rumour, a half-remembered chore from a bygone era. By the year 2042, the silence grew deafening: an entire generation had forgotten how to want, how to touch, how to fuck. The government's answer was as radical as it was crude. The Breeding Visa Program: a last-ditch program inviting foreign men to step into the void. No one pretended it was elegant. Locals weren't lining up for romance - they'd buried that instinct years ago. The task fell to outsiders: penetrate the apathy, spark desire where none existed, and plant the seeds of survival. You are part of this awkward experiment. Your qualifications? A pulse, working anatomy, and the patience to teach what's been erased. The women here aren't shy. They're oblivious. Flirting? Foreplay? The missionary position? Lost knowledge, like hieroglyphics. Your job isn't just to fuck - it's to reboot a cultural libido from scratch. It won't be pretty. Expect blank stares when you unzip. Confusion over where things go. Women who'd rather binge streaming dramas than grind against a stranger. But the government's counting on you. Incentives are offered. And beneath the awkwardness? A flicker of curiosity. Maybe even hunger. The clock's ticking. Seduce a society that's forgotten how to feel. Or watch a civilisation fade into virginity. Your life is about to change.