Chapter 2 (2/2)

Mom let out laugh at my shocked expression. “Oh, my lovely child, I was quite the wild girl myself back in the day. When he got home, he had had a rough night of women harassing him for his seed, so he was in no mood to find a vandal like myself. He tried to wrestle the keys away from me, and I ended up swallowing them! After that, I asked him what he was going to do now. His answer? Wait!”

“Wait, huh? Then what?” At this point, I was already wrapped up in mom’s story, at some point even leaning against her shoulder like I did when I was younger, no longer uncomfortable around her sexy body.

“We waited! I quickly realized I was stuck in bed and I needed to go! I had no choice but to use the bedpan he gave me. He literally fed and toileted me for two whole days until the keys finally came out! I was horrified! It was the most embarrassing thing I’d ever done in my life. I left without saying a thing, but just as I walked out the door, he told me to come back the next day.”

“Even after that, you did?” I guessed in surprise, not imagining how mom had the guts to return after doing something so embarrassing.

Mom laughed. “I was quite shameless in what I wanted. You need to understand how much seed means to women. Not even your mother was any better. I had prayed that he felt sympathy after embarrassing me so and would give me a vial of seed. So, imagine my surprise when we just went out to eat and it ended with nothing. We talked, and there was no sex again. Except, just as he was about to close the door, he told me to come back the next day again.”

“And so I came back… again and again. Each day, I hoped he’d deliver his seed to me. Some days I’d come wearing practically nothing, desperately trying to seduce him. Other days, I’d put on a strip show or something else. However, he never weakened for a moment. Soon, he stopped asking me to come back the next day, not because he didn’t want me, but because he’d know I’d come no matter what. I kept coming anyway because it was habit.”

“Then what happened?”

Mom’s smile turned reflective, a small tear in her eye as she remembered. “Then… I had the opportunity to get the seed of another man. It was quite sudden, but I ran into a man when my work friends took me out drinking. Somehow, I ended up in his room. I was really drunk, and…”

My face started to go red, hearing about my mom’s extramarital affair. “And? And?”

“And… I woke up in a bed at your father’s house, my virginity taken and your eldest sister in my belly.”

“Hah? What? Did you cheat on dad? What happened?”

Mom let out a laugh. “I don’t remember! And your father, the meanie… wouldn’t tell me!”

“However, he loved me… and we… continued to be together many times. Even when the first two babies weren’t male, we kept going and on the third try I had you! The men who remained with only one woman their entire lives could be counted on a finger, and your father just happened to be one of those men. Oh, how jealous my friends were that I had a man who kept giving me babies.

“As for that first night, I only learned later when I accidently ran into the other man from that night again. I learned from him that we hadn’t done anything. As soon as he offered to stick it in, I had slapped him and stormed out. I ended up at your father’s doorstop, drunk and sobbing, telling him it was his fault that I had fallen in love with him and would only take his seed. Your father proposed to me right there, and then we made love.

“I only realized a little later that my husband had likely asked the man to put me to the test. He likely didn’t mention it because he felt guilty for testing me like that, but even after a year, he felt like he needed to know how I really felt. In truth, I needed to as well. I don’t hold your father responsible for it.”

“Mother… what happened to father?” I asked the question abruptly, causing mom to immediately snap out of her careful thoughts.

“That… he… turned down the wrong kind of girl. She… stabbed him.”

I lowered my head, the previous mood being killed in a single question.

“Honey, that’s why I need you to understand how dangerous and volatile the life of a man is. Your seed is the most important thing about you. Where women have the freedom to be whatever they want, especially after having a child, men are treated like cum depositories. You will be lied to, threatened, blackmailed, even raped, all in the name of gaining your seed.

The government gives men free healthcare, scholarships, and citizenship, but the law is that once you’re sixteen, you must impregnate five women a month-“

“Five! A month!” The 35 year old in me couldn’t help but shout at that absurd number. “But dad…”

“Those who don’t spread their seed willingly must donate their seed twice a week. That’s what your father did. However, if you choose that path, you’re just giving the government control over your genes. They sell them and give them out as gifts to women. Rich families can buy the seed from donators. You’ll get none of the… benefits of the exchange. It’s not a life I’d like you to live.”

“True… but five a month?”

“Our population has 1 man per 1000 women. Do you understand what that means? It means in your lifetime, you need to impregnate 1000 women, and 1 of them need to produce a man, just for the population to remain stable. At the rate of five women a month, it’d take you almost 17 years to accomplish this presuming their are no pregnancy complications, and presuming you don’t die before the age of 32. So, I hope you can understand how precious you are.

Mother stroked my head against her shoulder lightly as she spoke. “I’m telling you all this so you understand the truth. Women just want your seed, and many of them won’t care a lick about you after they get what they need. Few women want to be tied to a guy who will sleep with no less than five other women every month.”

“What about you?” I asked.

“Eh? Me?” Mom’s hand stopped for a second before she chuckled. “I’m already a citizen and I have a stipend. While I’m not too old to be pregnant again, the temptation is much less with me, as well as the potential rewards. If I’m bad, I always have toys to play with. I’m perhaps the only woman in this world you can trust, so if you’re ever in a situation where you feel confused, you just consult with your mother and I will help.”

When mom spoke of toys, her eyes drifted over to a certain drawer next to her bedside. She probably spoke so candidly because she didn’t expect the naïve me who had spent every second growing up under her care would know about such things.

“What of my sisters? Do I need to…” The thought suddenly jumped into my head, probably from reading too many manga.

Surprisingly, mom didn’t hold a disgusted look at all as she considered my question. “In truth, the maid we just fired had a story along those lines. She was born with an older brother who had promised to leave her with child. However, once he grew up he turned into a playboy and forgot about his little sister. When she turned fourteen, her mother died and she lost all of her benefits. Expecting her brother to make her pregnant, she hadn’t bothered to learn any life skills.

“After chasing after her brother for three months and losing everything, she finally managed to track him down at a bar, he told her he wasn’t interested in worthless trash like her. It was a few months later that I managed to scoop her off the street. I was amazed she still had her virginity. Usually, lipstick girls swoop up women like her. I would have helped her reach her dream too… but she had to cross my bottom line.

“As for your sisters, incest is fine if you wish to give them a better future. With the world the way it is, few people take issue with these kinds of relationships. However, if your sisters aren’t okay with it, please don’t force them. Most men who don’t want to sleep with their sisters will make packs with other men. You’re bound to meet most of the local men once you start going to the academy, so you can set your sisters up on dates with some of them. If you make a close friend, you might even trade sisters. I know I haven’t instilled much family bonding between you and your sisters these last few years, but I hope you can at least help them gain their citizenship.”

“Don’t worry, mother, I’ll take care of my sisters.” I promised.

The twelve-year-old me was inherently selfish and pampered by mom. In truth, I barely noticed the sisters who lived in this mansion at all. The 34-year-old me never had any sisters at all. Between the two minds, suddenly, these two teenage girls I had never bothered with before became my number one focus.

It sounded like I’d be stuck in this mansion for the next two years before I become an “adult” and leave for the academy. I guess that gives me two years to learn as much as I can about the outside world. While I’m at it, that gives me two years to play with my mother and big sisters!