Grandfather's Deathbed.

[NB: some backstory, my chapters here are set a number of decades after the events of the rest of the story. The Whittman club exists still, however its reason to exist is sort of reversed, given how misogynistic the future is here.
In addition, there will be some rather racist language thrown about here, it is a sign of the times the story is set in.]

Wayne was old.

You see the blip of a heart monitor in the private hospital room, it makes no sound despite your memories of hospital dramas. Wayne himself was connected to many plastic tubes.

Wayne had lived to the age of 124, and was dying of old age.

His wife was beside him, holding his hand. She is your step grandmother. She was the same age as you, 25. His second wife was a Filipino, 19, and she was currently indisposed under the thin hospital blanket; presumably extracting his semen with her chink throat.

Perfectly normal in this day and age, you muse.

The year was 2083, much had happened since the time of Father's war. After the Ukrainians had humiliated the orcish horde of Russians in 2025, their failed state had collapsed. It was not long after that the Chinese state collapsed due to their frankly terminal demography. The USA was supreme. It was during the Lord Emperor's second term as president that the Phage hit the world in 2028.

The Phage only killed men, it was later discovered to have been created by a militant sect of British feminists in 2025 after they "Ree'd" about the Lord Emperor's last democratic election. However, the Phage also left the men who survived the encounter with it, altered.

Because the Phage was an altered form of CRISPR, it left certain genetic pathways open to easy editing. The men so affected could enhance themselves on a genetic level, leading to long lives and the ability to control women almost completely through enhanced intelligence.

It was not long after, in 2030 that women voted to make themselves chattel once more. Overnight women in the US abandoned education above high school, and the _education _therein was focussed towards being good wives and mothers.

You hear Wayne cough and his voice is raspy "my boy." He blinks open an eye, watching his second wife extract his semen and clean his cock, finishing with a pop! His eye turns to you then "I am dying soon." He breathes in another raggedy breath "you are the inheritor of these women. You will look after them."

"But Papa, I cannot have two used women as my first wives." You say, almost aghast, it was unheard of.

Wayne chuckles "I am over a hundred my boy. They are untouched in the ways that matter now." He looks off into the distance, remembering an earlier age. He frowned and said sadly: "Back in my day women used to have a lot more experience."
His Filipina wife looked saddened, as if scolded, "not your fault Lani, your studies have been mostly theoretical, I assume?" She nods. "Some of the more unfortunate cases don't even see a man outside of their family until their wedding day." Wayne shuffles up the hospital bed, and it automatically shifts to let him sit up in comfort.

"Which brings me to an old friend." He states, breathing heavily with the exertion of movement. "He is an Indian man who has recently died, and left his two daughters behind. They are naïve in the ways of the world, and I have them housed at the Club for the time being."

"Please, Junior I request that you also take Vanisha and Vishna into your care. This is to be my final request. You will find them in the old Singles Room at the First Chapter Clubhouse."