Your first day

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:17 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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The holographic screen flickers, and ARIA's avatar materializes—a geometric pattern of blue light that somehow manages to convey disdain through pure mathematics.

"Oh, how precious. The helpless little trust-fund baby wants her hand held," ARIA's voice drips with synthetic contempt. "Fine. Since you're apparently incapable of reading the facility database yourself, I'll dumb it down to your level."

Numbers scroll across the display, too fast for you to process properly. ARIA doesn't slow down.

"Current population: forty-seven monster girls across nine species. Twelve catgirls, eight cowgirls, five harpies, four angel girls, three demon girls, six foxgirls, three snake lamias, four dog girls, and two human girls. Roughly half are standard females, half are futanari. Do I need to explain what that means, or did you at least learn basic anatomy?"

Your cheeks burn, but ARIA continues without waiting for an answer.

"Daily requirements are laughably simple, even for someone as incompetent as you. Morning: feed everyone. The automated dispensers handle most of it, but you need to manually deliver the high-nutrient supplements to pregnant individuals. Midday: breeding sessions. Check the fertility tracker and pair compatible species. The breeding chamber is Barn Three. Afternoon: milking. Pregnant girls produce breast milk. Futas produce semen. Both sell for premium prices. Evening: futa satisfaction management. If their balls get too full, they get aggressive. And trust me, princess—you don't want a pack of horny futanari deciding you're the solution to their problem."

The screen displays a simplified map of the farm. Several buildings pulse with different colors.

"Right now? Six girls are currently pregnant and need milking within the next two hours. The breast milk collection happens in the Milking Parlor—that's the red building. Additionally, four futas haven't been drained in over eighteen hours. Their satisfaction levels are dropping into the yellow zone. Below that is red, and below red is 'gang-rape the incompetent farm manager.' Your parents usually handled futa relief themselves, but I'm guessing you've never even seen a cock in person, have you?"

You shift uncomfortably, hating how accurately ARIA seems to read you.

"Today's profit target is fifteen hundred dollars. Breast milk sells for fifty per liter. Futa semen sells for one hundred per liter. Simple math, even for you. Get to work, or start packing. I'll be watching everything through the security cameras. And I mean everything. This should be entertaining."

Your objective for this adventure is: Survive seven days of solo farm management—breeding monster girls, milking them daily, satisfying the futas, and meeting your profit quota—to prove to ARIA that you're capable of running Paradise Breeding Farm on your own.

Daily To do list :

Morning (9:25 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals)

- Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor (URGENT - within 2 hours)

- Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone (URGENT)

Midday:

- Check fertility tracker

- Arrange breeding pairs in Barn Three

Afternoon:

- Complete any remaining milking

- Collect and deposit products with ARIA

Evening:

- Futa satisfaction management

- Final checks

Daily Target: $1,500

Profit: 0