2. Betty.

I emptied my prostate into Betty's womb with gusto. She has a satisfied expression on her face, which she likely never made before. It's a blissful and primal union. My seeds start to swim toward her eggs I pull myself out of her.

The moment she snaps out of her daze, she curls herself up into a ball to increase the chance of conception. Her eyes are full of joy as she pushes my spilling seed back into her. If she succeeds in conceiving, she will have an extra child that exceeds her breeding limit. A breeding limit is 1 child for low star individuals, 2 children for middling star individuals, 10 children for high star individuals, and unlimited children for the creme of the crop. I am the cream of the crop so any child she makes with me doesn't count for her breeding limit. By making a child with me, she becomes genetically successful.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on her soft lips. She's proud of herself. She had seduced a great man. Her child would have a high chance of having a high star rating and its nurture would likely be subsidized by the government. sure, it will most likely grow up without a father but that's the child's problem. It's up to the child to turn that angst into success. Betty is probably fatherless. I grew up fatherless too. I don't know where would I be without my teachers. There are some things women or AI couldn't teach you.

I caressed the nurse's bare ass. The nurse and Betty both smell nice. Mates must smell nice. When a woman smells nice, that means she is genetically compatible with me. Our pheromones match. I learned it in fertility class.

I crouched down to suckle on her beef curtains to make her wetter.

"How old are you lady?"

She moaned and gasped at the invasion of my tongue. Her beef curtains stretched and snapped back into place. Each time I do that, she moans with joy.

"I'm 32, his exalted gene saint. Ready to be bred by your exalted seed."

She is a member of the gene cult. It's an AI-generated religion to help people swallow the eugenics-based AI rule better.

Steve tries to get Betty out of there. She keeps slapping his hand away. He is emotionally devastated.

"I forgive you Betty please come back to me. I can't do without you!"

Betty's face went from smiling to rage.

"Fuck off, I can't be with you! You are inferior. I can do better than you. I can do WAY better than you."

Betty kissed my lips as I was inserting myself into the pious nurse. She smirked as Steve started to cry even harder. I bared her breasts and gave each of them a kiss.

"Are you going to nurse my babies with these?"

She felt a bit shy in response to the question. She tilted her neck and swayed a bit while answering.

"Yes, your healthy babies will nourish themselves on these ample breasts. My entire body is ready to serve your bloodline."

She is hoping for a permanent place by my side. If she keeps birthing my progeny she would gain social status that her middling amount of stars would barely afford.

I'll live a different life from now on. It will be a life of genetic invasion. My genes will spread among the populace. I can't respond to any feelings she might have. I can't stay loyal to her. That's one thing I'm not allowed to do as a genetically superior individual. However, I can have her stick around if she understands she is not allowed to monopolize me. Therefore, balls deep in the nurse, I've decided to talk business.

"Betty, I require a maid. Are you willing to work for me?"

Betty's face beamed with a hopeful smile. She just escaped the fate of becoming a corporate drone. As long as she obeyed me and received my seed, her life would be guaranteed. Not only that, she would be free to leave me when she is already pregnant with my child. What the government gives her for carrying a genetically superior man's progeny is enough to get by. She wouldn't be a slave to circumstance if she accepted my proposal.

I discussed my living situation and what I could offer to her while slamming into the nurse lady. I could multitask.

"I have an empty room. You can move into there, alternatively, you could sleep in the bed with me unless I say otherwise."

Miss Nurse's moans reverberated throughout the halls of the genetics ministry. She is devoid of any shame. Or rather, there could be no shame in mating. It's the most human act. It's the act of defying death by continuing the species. She is in a state of extreme pleasure. I guess I'm hitting all her spots. She is salivating as her breasts sway back and forth. She squeezes on me as she trembles into a sweaty mess. I'm not done yet so I keep at it until I'm satisfied.

Soon after I poured my seed into the nurse.

"Thank you, sir."

Miss Nurse is swimming in bliss. she is having a religious and a sexual experience at the same time. She Lays on her back and massages her womb to increase her chances of a successful insemination. She carefully pours the remaining seed into a vial to try again later if this attempt is unsuccessful.

She kowtows and kisses my leg. Her warm lips tickle my skin. She couldn't contain herself and sneaks in a lick now and then. She feels ecstatic submitting to what she perceives as a holy being. A 10-star genetic rating means sainthood in the genetics cult. It represents the godhood that could be achieved by honing the human genome. A 10-star individual is a person who is closest to being a god among the people.

"I thank sir for seeding me. It was an honor to dedicate my womb to a man of your caliber."

I smiled at her display of devotion. However, it was a bit funny since her butt is bare.

"Get up. I don't have the psychological flaw of wanting to be praised all the time. You can just thank me face to face like I'm a regular person."

Her eyes went wide like she heard the gospel. She understood the depths of the concept of "superiority." The gene cult always ponders about concepts of "greatness", "Superiority." and "advancement" She understood that having fewer psychological flaws that could be exploited counted as a form of superiority.

I can see that her worship towards me turning into respect. It's in her subtle facial expressions. I'm not an object for her anymore. I'm a person who embodies the greatness she chases with every fiber of her being.

"Could you do me a favor, sir?"

She looked at me with begging eyes. This was important to her.

"Do ask."

She hugged my neck and took in a big whiff. Was this the favor she yearned for? What a weird person.

"Sir, please leave me a way to communicate you with."

I will impregnate a lot of people from now on. I don't want to deal with random people calling me up all the time.

"This is a forummaker account I own. I will give everyone I mate with an account. Please show me your ID card."

I made a sub-account using her ID and returned her ID card to her. I added Betty too.

This thirty-something nurse smiled and repeatedly thanked me like a high school girl. she was beyond happy to see her request accepted.

As of now, the internet forum is barren. I made Betty an admin. The nurse is just a user. I don't plan on interacting with her too often. I lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips as a goodbye of sorts. she thoroughly enjoyed being pampered by her dominator and inseminator.

Betty scrubbed my face with her wet tissues.

"You have lipstick on your face, sir."

I pinched Betty's cheek.

"Thanks, Betty I appreciate it."

We went back to our house. She called her family to let them know that she was now employed by me. She tidied up the place a bit. The house wasn't that dirty. She didn't have to do much. She washed two plates and sat down, fiddling with her phone.

"Here is your dinner sir."

There was a piece of steak with tomato sauce on top. There was a glass of grape juice next to it.

"Come sit next to me, Betty."

I stabbed my fork on the steak and cut it with my knife.

"Open your mouth." I pushed the piece of meat into her mouth and smiled.

"It's great to eat a homemade meal once in a while that is not specifically created for building muscle."

Betty appreciated the sentiment. She was a bit apprehensive to spend time with me. At the end of the day, I could've been a nightmare to work for.