Cold. Wet. Electric.
Shin's mind snapped awake before his body even caught up. His eyes opened to bright overhead lights, the sterile scent of antiseptic stinging his nostrils. The glass lid of his cryo-pod hissed open like a beast exhaling its final breath.
His body surged with heat. His muscles twitched, his breath was sharp, his heart pounded like a war drum. It wasn't fear. It was a sign that he was alive. That he was brought back from years of being in a coma.
"Subject Code Number Six… is awake."
The voice was female. Soft, unsure, cute.
Shin slowly sat up, his chiseled chest exposed to the air with skin that hadn't aged a day in five years. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he surveyed the room. Three women stood near the console, dressed in clean lab coats and short skirts. All of them were young. All of them were beautiful. For some reason, they all looked at him with such hunger, like he was the last steak in the world.
He knew most women, five years ago, looked at him with interest. However, not to this extent.
One of them stepped forward. She clutched a clipboard like a shield, like she was trying to shield her breasts from something. Her voice trembled as she spoke to Shin.
"Y-You are Shin Kratos… Code Number 6. You've been in cryogenic stasis since the MK Virus outbreak. The world has changed. You are one of the last remaining immune men—"
"Spare me the speech." Shin's voice cut through the air, smooth as velvet, sharp as a scalpel. He knew the world was going to hell the moment he got into the cryo-pod. He knew that the MK Virus targeted men from what the woman said. Shin wasn't stupid. He wanted to have some fun before he had to get into the complicated gist of the hell they live in.
"I already know the world went to hell. Question is—"
He fully sat up from his pod, exposing everything.
"—what are you going to do with me?"
All three women blushed, eyes darting down to the hardening length between his legs. The lead scientist, a petite thing with long black hair and wireframe glasses, swallowed nervously.
"M-My name is Dr. Yuna Saotome. I'm assigned to monitor your health and oversee your—"
Shin stepped down from the pod, each step confident, commanding. He reached her in two strides and took her chin gently between his fingers, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity.
"Oversee me?" he murmured. "You sure that's how this is going to work?"
Her breath hitched. Her knees wobbled. Her eyes screamed no, but her thighs pressed together like her body wanted nothing more than to be bent over the cold steel console and fucked into next Friday.
The two assistants, one a silver-haired girl with a stoic expression, the other a nervous brunette, watched in frozen silence. It had been so long since they had seen a man, especially one as handsome as this one. Being able to be bred by such a man would guarantee a safe life in this cruel world.
"Y-You should lay down on the recovery bed for physical evaluations," Yuna tried to say, but her voice cracked, betraying her.
Shin chuckled. "I've got a better idea. You want to make sure I'm physically capable, right? Then let me show you."
He didn't wait. He gripped her waist and hoisted her onto the observation table in one swift motion. Her clipboard clattered to the ground. She gasped, trembling in his grasp. It had been so long since Shin had been able to feel such warmth from a woman. Yuna was very attractive as well. It was hard to resist her beautiful hourglass figure, her black soft hair, and her soft big boobs.
He leaned in close, nose brushing her ear. "You woke me up to breed you all. Isn't that right?"
Yuna's face went crimson. "Yes, but-"
He kissed her. Hard. Her muffled protest melted into a needy moan as he claimed her lips. The cold scientist's composure shattered in seconds under Shin's overwhelming presence. They made out, their lips crashing against each other with such needy passion.
"You'll be the first," he whispered against her lips. "Remember that."
His hands were rough but precise as he undid her coat buttons one by one. She whimpered when he yanked it open, revealing lacy black lingerie beneath. A clear sign she'd prepared for this. Perhaps she wanted to be first in line, Shin thought to himself.
He grinned. "Professional, huh?"
"P-Protocol…" she gasped, even as he pulled her bra down and took one hardened nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, breath hitching as his tongue swirled and teeth grazed. One hand slid between her legs, pressing against her very soaked panties.
"You're soaked already. So much for protocol."
He slid the fabric aside and slipped two fingers in. She cried out, covering her mouth with both hands as he pumped slowly, curling just right. Her pussy gripped him like it never wanted to let go. The attendants gasped as they were frozen in shock. They too seemed like they wanted some of the attention from Shin.
"You're mine now, doctor."
He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, while the other slid off his own sheet. He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed in without pause. Yuna's scream echoed in the chamber.
"So big!"
He didn't stop. Her pussy stretched around him, fluttering with resistance and arousal. She was already trembling, begging more with her eyes that she wanted him more and more. She knew she might get in trouble for this, but in the moment, none of it mattered.
"You wanted this the second you saw me," Shin growled. "All of you do."
The assistants watched, breathless, cheeks flushed. One rubbed her thighs together. The other couldn't look away. He drove into Yuna harder now, her moans growing higher, her resistance fading. Her boobs bounced up and down as the wet slap of flesh-on-flesh filled the sterile lab. Her orgasm hit her fast, body writhing as she clenched tight around him.
"F-Fuck! Shin—I'm—!"
"Cum for your messiah," he commanded. Doctor Yuna obeyed.
Moments later, Shin orgasmed into her, his cum spilling into her.
He pulled out, his cock still hard and throbbing. Cum dripped out of Yuna's pussy.
He turned to the other two girls.
"Well? You want a turn, or are you both just going to stand there dripping?"
The brunette bit her lip. The silver-haired girl hesitated, then nodded silently and unzipped her coat. Shin smiled, cracking his neck.
"Good girls. Let's see what this new world has to offer."
As Yuna lay panting, legs spread and eyes glassy, Shin turned to the intercom and pressed the override button.
"This is Code Number 6," he said coldly. "I'm not some breeding pet. From now on, I choose who, when, and how. Tell your handlers that. I know I am valuable to this world, so prove it to me."
He cut the mic, then looked at the two assistants as they approached.
"Now, let's evaluate each other. Shall we?"