An employee from the fuck-center

"Hello? Who's calling?", you say.

"Is this James?", an unknown voice replies.

"Yeah?", you say. And you think you hear some faint noises in the background that you could've sworn was fucking-noises. Your suspicion is confirmed when the voice then says:

"Congratulations James, the girl you fucked last week, Ginny, is pregnant, and DNA-results prove that you're the one who succeeded. As a reward you've been given the luxury room at the High-School fertility-center at your disposal. The room is yours this Saturday between 1 pm and 4 pm. Should you have any special requests, don't hesitate to contact one of the employees down here. Have a nice day."

When you put the phone down, you can't believe what you've just heard. Three weeks in, and you've already successfully impregnated a girl! Ginny will now receive the same reward as you, including the offer to legally stay away from the fuck-centers for a maximum of 2 years.

The same doesn't go for you. The girls that get pregnant are allowed to continue the appointments after giving birth, but are allowed to stay away for one and a half year afterwards. You wouldn't do that if you were a girl though. You'd wanna fuck as many as possible.