Chapter 1: The secret organization
Click! Click! Click!
Inside a messy room, Chris, a plain looking, 22 years old man, currently unemployed and single was glued in front of a screen with a controller in his hand.
He had dark circles under his eyes and his long black hair was disheveled, but he still continued to play one of his favorite games as if his life depended on it.
At first glance, Chris looked like one of these people who struggled to integrate into society and ended up lagging inside their room without any sign of having a concrete goal in life.
"I need to beat this last boss..." It was clear that he put in an all-nighter to beat this particular game, and for some reason, he was in a hurry.
"I told them, but no one listened... They said I was crazy... I knew that this outcome was inevitable..." Chris was mumbling something under his breath while his fingers were moving extremely fast.
Bang! However, as soon as he finished aging these words, someone suddenly forced his door open.
"Hmm," Chris heard footsteps outside his room. "So, they are already here."
Several individuals barged inside the room, strange looking guns in their hands, pointing at him.
"Target located. Proceeding to neutralization."
Chris's fingers stopped, and he looked at the individuals that invaded his private space.
They were all women, wearing tight full-body suits that emphasized their curvy bodies, mostly their breasts and posteriors. They were probably some kind of secret agents, he thought.
The sight in front of him made his heart race. Their presence proved that he was right about everything. It was so satisfying...
'These foolish men,' Chris thought. 'Now, look at what's happening because of your stupidity. It's a shame that you will never see something like this.'
He knew that it would end up like this... But still, he had to make one thing clear.
"Wait! Wait! I know the reason why you are here, but you seem to have the wrong idea, ladies. I like to have sex, but I am the one who decides when, and with whom, I will be doing it." Chris made his thought about the matter clear.
He already had a certain idea about what these women were thinking, and he couldn't blame them for that. But he wasn't going to let them push him around.
"The target is capable of conversation and doesn't seem to be hostile but... Commander, are you sure that this creature is the target?" One of the women who surrounded Chris frowned, ignoring what he just said, conversing with someone at the other side of the transponder.
"It's hard to say. If this creature is with those invaders, then this is an extremely elaborate mimicry. And even if he is not, it's hard to believe that this creature is the only who survived. Either way, I am sure that this is a trap."
All of them were beautiful women, but this one seemed to be the leader of the team. A woman with short black hair and a nicely developed body.
She looked more mature than the other woman by her facial features alone. The bloody red lipstick on her plump lips, and the grain of beauty on her chin, caught Chris's eyes. It was very alluring. To put it simply, she was very sexy.
"Invaders? Trap?" Chris mumbled. It seemed like he needed to explain himself a little bit more, he thought. These women seemed to have the wrong idea about his intentions.
"Mmm... Do you know why men like to read stories that have a harem?" Chris continued, sitting nonchalantly on his beloved gaming chair. Everything was within his expectations. "It's because every man has dreamed about being surrounded by beautiful women at least once in their life."
Chris looked at his right hand with distant eyes, looking back at those times when he was still in high school with no sign of getting a girlfriend. The same when he was in university. These harem stories were some kind of mental support for him.
"However, they are also naive. What do you think would happen if a man had sex 20 times a day for a year? Men like to have sex with women because of their natural instinct. In other words, when it doesn't happen naturally anymore and they are forced to do it, they would begin to hate it. Like someone forced to eat peanuts every day for 20 years. It's not healthy! And I like sex, I like women, so I don't want that! I will die of depression if that happens!"
Chris said these words as if he was a priest preaching about the end of the world. He let out all of his bottled up emotions out, emphasizing the depth of his fear and concern, his chastity...
Of course, all of the women looked at him as if they were looking at a piece of garbage. They could believe what they were hearing.
After that, the short-haired woman took out a gun and shot Chris. Bang!
Chris didn't die but he was just enveloped by a blueish plasma that prevented him from moving.
"Seize him," the short-haired woman said in a stern tone, her breasts bouncing as she approached Chris, a collar in her hand.
Two women grabbed Chris and the short-haired woman our the collar on him.
"We are done," she reported to the commander who was monitoring what was happening from the other side of the transponder. "Let's go back."
After saying that, the woman operated the device that was fastened on her wrist and tossed a metallic orb on the ground. The orb glowed, and a portal appeared.
Chris couldn't say anything but he was quite surprised.
A few days earlier, hee divulged his location intentionally, but he didn't expect that women like them would be the ones to come to him. Still, it was quite exciting.
Chris was brought beyond the portal, and although he couldn't move, he was beyond surprised to see what awaited him.
"Agent Laila reporting. Target secured," the short-haired woman said, standing in front of Chris who was still immobile on the ground.
However, before her was standing another woman. Chris could only see her back as she was looking at something beyond the transparent wall in front of her. She was the commander of the unit to which Leila's group belonged.
"Good work," the commander said. "The report can wait for later."
Leila stepped aside along with the other women of her group, leaving Chris in front of the commander.
"Kuh..." Chris could finally move and he tried to stand up.
From the look of it, he was inside an extremely tall building, considering the landscape that he could see from the transparent wall.
Moreover, the entire room looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. The headquarters of a secret organization that possessed more advanced technology than the rest of humanity.
"What do we have here," the Commander turned and looked at Chris. She was a tall woman wearing an elegant white costume. Her crimson red hair stood out and attracted Chris's eyes, but also her breasts that were emphasized by her outfit which was quite revealing and risque in many ways, exposing a lot of her white milky skin.
"Chris Brennan. You are now holding the title of the last man. How are you feeling?" The commander added, her voice containing a hint of sarcasm after she looked at Chris' appearance.
That was quite a strange way to begin the conversation, Chris thought.
"I am quite proud of myself," Chris said, touching the collar on his neck. "I am only alive because I wasn't stupid. On that note, I must ask, what is this organization?"
"We are the UM, which stands for Unknown Matters. We are a secret organization that deals with unnatural phenomena that threaten to change the course of history," the commander said, taking a seat, and crossing her legs in a very provocative way.
"We received your message and your location, but we aren't still sure of your true motives or identity. It's quite unnatural that someone survived when all of the others disappeared. That's why we need to make sure you aren't a threat."
The table in front of her was transparent so Chris's eyes were wandering between her breasts and her sexy legs.
"A collar, huh? Are you sure that you want to play this kind of game with me? Do you think that the fact that I am the only man that has survived was a coincidence?" Chris's tone of voice and expression suddenly changed as he stood up, but his eyes were still fixated on the commander's breasts. "I am the strongest and smartest man alive. And I don't like when people order me around."
After he said these words, all of the women had blank expressions on their faces, and looked at Chris and looked at Chris with disgust. What a pitiful delusional, self-centered narcissist, they all thought.
"Don't interrupt me." The commander clicked on a button and the collar that was attached to Chris's neck produced electricity.
"BRRR!" Chris's whole body shook violently and he slumped to the ground.
"Huff, Huff..." Chris breathed heavily as he tried to stand up.
"Our job is to deal with supernatural and extraterrestrial phenomenon of all kinds. We don't meddle with humans. Whatever technology we develop, we don't use them for the sake of humans and we also don't use them to cause harm to humans," the commander added. "But now, let's get down to the real question, how did you survive?"
Chris smiled and said, "I know who they are. I know what their goals are. But as long as I have this thing, I won't say anything. Put yourself in my place. What if you are surrounded by men and you have a collar around your neck? What kind of emotions would you feel?"
"Are you trying to negotiate?" The commander asked, putting her finger on her cheek in a very seductive way, and tilted her head.
"You may not be aware of it, but it's only men that were deleted. The part of the DNA in which the characteristics were inscribed of male creatures was also erased, or to be precise, something destroys the moment they appear. In other words, more males will be born in this world. Do you know what that means?" Chris was talking with an intimidating voice, and his face was dead serious. This was to show these women the severity of this dilemma.
"You may use the spermatozoid left in those sperm banks to get pregnant, but no male will be born. But I guess you have already tried, that's why you are desperate. But I know how to solve this mess," he added.
"And I should make one thing clear. I am not negotiating," Chris said, reaching out his hand toward the commander as if he was attracting something toward him.
"Hmm!" But nothing happened. "Hmm!"
The women looked at Chris with pity.
"It's not coming. It must be stuck inside the room," Chris said in a quite concerned manner, while the commander let out a very sweet smile, expressing a linger of her true feelings. Scary.
"Bring this creature to Frederica. I am sure, It must be some kind of extraterrestrial being. Let her dissect it," she ordered.
"Roger that," Lelia answered.
"What? We aren't finish—" Bang!
Still immobile, Chris was dragged somewhere.
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