Chapter 2

After that night, my life settled into a new, strange rhythm. The sessions became my routine duty to Super Earth. Every week, sometimes even multiple times a week, a date would be set, and I’d find myself at Haru’s home. Her family was always welcoming. We usually shared a small dinner and lively conversation. After that, Haru would lead me directly to the bedroom. From then on, there wasn’t much conversation, mostly physical work.

Haru taught me about sex in a surprisingly comfortable environment. She was patient and direct, guiding me through different techniques and explaining what to do and what not to do. It was all framed within the context of ‘contribution to the population.’ The rationale was that the better I was at sex, the more likely I’d be chosen as a mating partner. So, sex became, to me, one of the core subjects outside the school classes.

Sometimes, I’d go to Haru’s house with my dad. He would pair with Maya, and I’d occasionally catch glimpses or hear sounds from their room. Other times, I’d arrive alone and find Maya with a different man or boy. The sight was always a bit unsettling but it was just another part of the system, another person fulfilling their role.

One evening stands out. Dad brought my little sister, Sandy, with us to Haru’s house. That night, Sandy went into a room with Maya’s dad. The thought of my own sister engaged in this family-wide dating with Maya’s family was still strange.

During the sessions, we sometimes gathered in the living room, still naked, either waiting for the next round or simply chatting about how things went. On this particular night, Sandy and Maya sat side by side on the sofa.

It was my first time seeing my little sister naked. She looked so small and vulnerable. Her body still developing, her breasts just starting to grow into small mounds. Her pussy looked so much smaller and probably tighter than the ones I’ve seen on Maya and Haru.

They were talking like teenage girls swapping gossip, comparing notes about their recent activity with surprising ease, while their vaginas are full of cum from each other’s dads. Sandy’s eyes twinkled with excitement, and she giggled, “How is my Dad’s cock? I always wondered how it feel to have a cock that size inside.”

Maya winked at her, “It took my vagina almost two months to fully adjust and accommodate him but I’m quite comfortable now. And once I got used to it, it’s quite ... satisfying.”

“I can’t wait to get pregnant,” Sandy said.

I nodded, trying to keep my face neutral. It was uneasy hearing my sister talk about her Dad’s genitalia so casually. But, then again, this was the new normal. This was our reality.

In the kitchen, Mr. Thomas and Dad were leaning against the counter, their own glasses of water in hand. The conversation between them was surprisingly casual, as they discussed how many rounds they should go with each other’s daughter.

“So, Mike,” Mr. Thomas said casually, stroking his chin, “How many rounds do you usually go with my daughter in a session?”

My dad took a sip of his water, eyeing Sandy and Maya chatting on the couch. “Well, I try to go for at least three rounds, sometimes four or five if she can handle it,” he said with a smirk.

Mr. Thomas chuckled, his eyes flicking down to his cock. “I can only manage two rounds, Mike, after that all my seed is spent,” he admitted.

“Understood,” Dad said, taking a sip of his water. “But, you know, after the second or third round, sometimes we just keep going for the fun of it.”

“Really? So, would you mind if I shoot Sandy with my blank rounds?” Mr. Thomas asked.

Dad chuckled, slapping him on the shoulder. “Not at all, if she enjoys it.”

“Good,” Mr. Thomas said, turning to me. “Paul, how are you doing with my wife?”

“Um ... good, sir,” I managed, my voice thick with the effort of maintaining my composure. “We just finished our third round.”

Mr. Thomas nodded approvingly. “Good boy. Keep up the good work.”

With that, we dispersed. I followed Haru upstairs. As we approached the bedroom door, I noticed Maya, Sandy, Thomas, and Dad also heading in the same direction. They paused, exchanging a few words before the four of them disappeared into a room together. Haru noticed my confusion and placed a comforting hand on my arm.

“It’s jealousy play, Paul,” Haru said, her voice dropping slightly as she gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “In swinging parties, it’s quite common for couples to share a room. Men often find it incredibly arousing to watch their wives being fucked by another while they are fucking someone else’s wife in return. It’s like a ... a visual stimulation, you see, often making them release more sperm.”

“But they’re not their wives, they’re their daughters,” I murmured.

Haru chuckled. “Still the same effect, though, isn’t it? If someone is fucking your daughter very hard, you will want to fuck his daughter harder. It’s just animal instinct, dear.”

I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of Dad trying to get aroused by watching Sandy get fucked. It was like watching a porn where your own daughter was the star. How could that not be the same as masturbating to her? I swallowed the question. Maybe my Dad was a real pervert. And that pervert could be balls deep in Maya at this very moment.

Haru’s hand on my arm brought me back to the present. She led me into the bedroom, and we started another round. Despite the oddness of the situation, my body responded eagerly. As we fucked, I couldn’t help but thrust into Haru with more force, the jealousy-fueling engine is somehow fucking real.

Two months later, during our dinner at my home with my family, Sandy couldn’t keep the news to herself. She announced, “I’m finally pregnant.”

Then Mom smiled warmly, and Dad gave a nod of approval. He raised his glass. “To Sandy, may you contribute many soldiers to the cause!”

My baby sister was with a child. Sandy’s belly would soon swell with a soldier for the war effort.

I cleared my throat. “And who’s the father exactly? What does the test say? Is it Mr. Thomas’s?”

Sandy shrugged, grinning. “Not Mr. Thomas. It’s one of your classmates. You know, that jock guy trying for the Helldivers, Tyrone?”

I suddenly remembered Tyrone, a big muscular guy with a confident swagger. Always pushing himself to the limit during tactical drills. His dark skin and piercing eyes made him look like he could conquer the world. Or at least, conquer any woman.

“Tyrone?!” I blurted out, the name echoing in my head.

Mom’s eyes widened, “You know him?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yes, from school and ... craps! I think I’ve seen him at Maya’s place too.”

Sandy giggled. “Yeah, Tyrone’s one of Maya’s fuck mates.”

Mom nodded. “Tyrone seems to be a good choice, strong, genetically diverse, and healthy. He’ll give us a fine grandchild.”

Dad leaned back in his chair, his eyes on Sandy’s still-flat stomach. “Yeah, it’s a good match. We’re proud of you, Sandy.”

I nodded. “Yes, but how does Sandy know him?”

Sandy spoke up, “Oh, I met Tyrone at Maya’s house. That night I went there alone for a session with Maya’s Dad. But when I got there, Maya said he was busy with a meeting or something. I was disappointed. Then Maya had this idea...”

“What idea?”

“Well, Maya was with Tyrone that night. And since her Dad was busy, so she thought it would be a good idea to share her fuck mate with me,” Sandy said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “So, he fucked both of us that night. You must not believe how many times he can cum,” she said, a hint of awe in her voice.

“How many?”

Sandy looked at me with a naughty smile, “Seven times, Paul. Four in Maya and three in me. He’s such a breeding machine!”

“And that made you pregnant? Three cum?” Dad asked.

Sandy giggled again, “It was a bit more than that, Daddy. We exchanged contact info and had many more sessions after that.”

Mom jumped in, “And did you tell Tyrone about the baby? He’ll need the certification for his Helldiver application.”

Sandy grinned. “No, but don’t worry, I’ve got a session with him tomorrow. I’ll tell him then.”

“Why are you still going for sessions now that you’re pregnant?” I asked Sandy.

“Pregnant and still horny, brother,” Sandy smirked. “And you know, Tyrone’s cock is almost as big as Daddy’s. Why would any sane girl gives up a chance to get fucked by that?”

I couldn’t argue with her logic. In this world, sex was a brutal mix of duty, service, pleasure, and probably not a shred of love. And here I was, the only one in the family who hadn’t yet contributed to the breeding program.

Mom glanced at me with a gentle but pointed look. “So, Paul, has Haru shown any signs of pregnancy yet?”

I shook my head. “No, not yet. We’ve been trying for a couple of months, but nothing so far.”

Dad leaned forward, his expression serious. “Sometimes, it’s not just about trying harder. Your bodies might not be compatible enough to conceive. Have you had any news about other partners?”

I hesitated, then said, “Haru is my only partner.”

Sandy giggled. “I can’t believe it. Paul, you really are the kind of guy who does one thing at a time, right? You’ve been giving all your seed to just Haru, and it’s not working. Just like when you only practice combat and think that’s enough to become a Helldiver. You’ve gotta learn to shoot in different places.”

“But the textbook says never to split your fire. Concentrating all guns on a single point gives the best firing efficiency,” I replied, trying to make light of the situation.

“Fuck you textbook, brother. You ain’t going anywhere with it.” Sandy scolded. “This isn’t about pint point efficiency, it’s about shooting a fucking shotgun, you don’t fucking aim.”

“Enough, Sandy! Paul’s learned it now.” Dad sighed. “That’s part of the problem, Paul. See, if you don’t match with Haru, no amount of trying will make it work. That’s why the government encourages the guideline of having diverse mating partners, to increase the chances of success.”

Mom nodded in agreement, placing a comforting hand on my arm. “We’ll need to find you more partners, Paul. But maybe it’s also time you learn to find some girls and women on your own. I know your social skills are basically zero right now, but it’s never too late to learn.”

I felt defeated, the weight of their expectations pressing down on me. “I understand,” I murmured. “I’ll ... I’ll try to find more partners, and I’ll appreciate it if you guys find some suitable candidates for me too.”

A few days after dinner, Dad told me someone would be stopping by that evening. He didn’t say much more, just that I should be polite and talk to her.

When the doorbell rang, I opened it and saw a girl standing there. About my age, maybe a little younger. She had warm, olive-toned skin that glowed softly under the porch light. Her thick, dark brown hair fell in loose waves just past her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes looked steady and thoughtful. She wore a neat school uniform jacket, with simple short pants and black shoes. They looked clean, and proper, but not serious.

Mom and Sandy were nearby when the girl came in. I caught them exchanging quick looks. They smiled quietly but made sure not to interrupt us. I guess they’d known about this arrangement.

The girl gave me a short nod. “Hello. I’m Reina Velasquez.” Her voice was calm and confident, and she walked inside like she already knew the layout of our house.

We sat at the dining table. She wasn’t shy, but she wasn’t trying to impress me either. The way she looked at me made me sit straighter without even thinking about it.

She asked about my studies, my Helldiver prep, and how far I was in tactical theory. When I mentioned some of the scenarios we practiced, she jumped right in and offered her own views. She moved around our salt and pepper bottles as she explained tactics. I found myself listening more carefully than usual, even trying to sound smarter than I was. Moments later, we were trading thoughts on military history from the Napoleonic era all the way to the Galactic campaigns. I was impressed already.

Only near the end of our talk did I find out she had been one of Dad’s students last year.

She looked at me and asked, “We both know why I’m here. So, to avoid beating around the bush, what do you think of me?”

It caught me off guard. I hesitated, then answered honestly, “You’re ... sharp as an arrow. And very smart...”

“Just smart? Not attractive? Guys don’t usually like smart girls,” she asked.

“To be honest, your smartness is pretty sexy,” I admitted. “And how do you feel about me?”

She gave a small nod, then looked at me again. “I think you’re determined. You have an obsession with the war, tactics, and strategy ... yeah. Honestly? I think that kind of war nerd passion is kind of sexy.”