Finished with Introductions

After finally having heard from all the women, the captain speaks up.
"Now that formalities are out of the way, it's time to return to our duties," Destiny announces.

The rest of the crew nods in agreement and begin to stand up, ready to leave.

Agreeing, the crew begins to rise from their seats, ready to resume their tasks. As they file out of the lounge, each casts a glance your way, each expression unique.

Maria, always blushing, steals a bashful glance before hurrying off. Aneni leaves with a playful smirk, while Isabella offers a warm smile and wave. Sammy exits with an awkward smile, and Kira departs with DOT in tow, wearing a scowl. The captain, Destiny, doesn't spare you a second glance as she leaves the room.

You notice Camille, the project overseer and therapist, remains seated. She moves closer to you, taking the vacant seat beside you.

"Hello, Roy," she begins. "As I mentioned earlier, I'll be assisting you throughout this project. First, let's delve into your duties, rules, and guidelines."

"First, I'll provide you with a comprehensive overview of your duties, along with the rules and guidelines outlining what you can and cannot do. After that, I'll delve into the specifics of how you should proceed with your responsibilities, both in the present and in the foreseeable future," she elaborates.

You nod attentively.

"You've heard this before, but let me reiterate: your primary role is the breeder. That means your main goal is to impregnate all the women here with your seed as many times as possible," Camille explains.

The word "breed" excites you whenever it's mentioned. You can feel yourself getting frisky.

"However, know that for the sake of the mission, none of the crew can be impregnated while we're onboard the ship," she clarifies.

Your spirits dampen and Camille notices, prompting her to provide further explanation.
"Notice I said 'can' and not 'may'. It means that even if you were to release your seed inside these women, they are physically incapable of pregnancy due to special medication we are all currently taking. This is to ensure these women can focus on their duties and ensure our safe arrival on HFH-X. Once we reach our destination, this restriction will be lifted."

You sit and continue to listen intently as Camille continues to speak.
"While you can not physically impregnate these women while on board, you are free to be intimate with them. Rather, it is encouraged. They're all virgins in their 20s and eager for intimacy, though some more than others."

You nod, noting that approaching women like Kira and the captain might be more challenging.

"It's not just your duty to breed these women, but also to provide them with physical and emotional pleasure when available," Camille adds. "And each woman has her own preferences for intimacy. It's up to you to discover what each of them desire and fulfill them."

All of a sudden, you feel Camille's foot against your crotch. Surprised, you meet her smirk.

"Even me. Although, I won't be telling you what that is. You'll have to find out yourself."

You gulp, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Your cock twitches in your pants as Camille teases you with her foot before withdrawing it.

Although a bit disappointed, you decide to voice a question that had been lingering in the back of your mind. "Regarding Kira... is she really straight?" you ask cautiously.

Camille chuckles. "Rest assured, everyone here is attracted to men, including Kira and the captain."

She elaborates, "While Kira may seem less open to intimacy due to her distrust of men, I suspect she's just as pent-up as the others. If not more."

"As for the captain," she pauses, considering. "She's harder to read, but I believe she's simply harder to impress. And yes, even she has her private desires."

"Your task is to win them all over," Camille concludes. "And I'm here to help make that experience enjoyable for everyone."

You nod, absorbing her guidance.

"Starting tomorrow, which by our accounts is Sunday, you will be spending private time with one different woman each day," she explains. "You can use that time to develop more personal relations with them. Of course, if you're able to get intimate, that is encouraged. Outside of these personal sessions, you'll still be interacting with the other crew members regularly."

"That being said, while your primary role is to breed and pleasure the crew, my second goal for you is to have you learn from these women while you're on board," she adds.

You stare blank-faced.

"While it may seem overwhelming at first, I assure you, you're more than capable of this. After all, it is why I chose you," she reveals.

"You chose me?" you blurt out in surprise. "I thought I was picked solely for my unique sperm!"

She rolls her eyes. "Yes, your genetic profile was a crucial factor. However, you're not the sole carrier of this unique gene. Across the planet, we identified 2,784 men with the same genetic anomaly. That translates to roughly one in every three million men."

"As I mentioned, my grandfather founded Project: Breed, so I had some privileges. Upon entering this unit, I was granted the authority to choose which of these 2,000 or so men would have the opportunity of joining this project," she explains.

"Why did you choose me?" you ask incredulously.

"After several rounds of extensive selection procedures, I ultimately chose you after conducting extensive background research. I delved into your habits, personality, behavior, ambitions, appearance, mentality—every aspect. And from my assessment, I believe you possess the capability to achieve remarkable feats and contribute to saving the human race," she answers.

"I feel like I'm just an ordinary guy," you respond hesitantly, suddenly overwhelmed by self-doubt.

Camille offers a reassuring smile, a glint of assurance in her eyes. "Roy, some people harbor hidden potential within them, potential they may not have fully realized. Trust me when I say that I chose you for a reason."

After a moment's contemplation, you decide to place your trust in her judgment. "Okay, I'll believe you," you respond, embracing a newfound sense of confidence.

"And regarding Captain Destiny, she agreed with my decision to select you, as did the rest of the crew."

"Even Kira?"

She chuckles. "Even her. Though I doubt she particularly cared who was chosen."

"But if I may ask, if there were about 3,000 men with this gene, why not create 3,000 ships? Or have every Project: Breed unit have one of these men?" you ask Camille.

She rolls her eyes. "Roy, no matter how rich my grandfather was, funding 3,000 ships would have been an insurmountable task. Plus, Unit X is at the end of the day, an experiment. While the gene theoretically should work, there's no guarantee. Hence, for the other units, it was considered safer to maintain a balance of men and women."

"I see," you respond, feeling a bit perplexed.

"Now, there's more to discuss, but I don't want to overwhelm you," she says. "So I'll stop here for today. Tomorrow morning, I'll visit your quarters to give you a rundown of your schedule."