Joon woke up with morning wood pressing insistently against his sheets.
That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was how fucking alive he felt. Muscles that used to ache from all-nighters at the office now buzzed with quiet energy. His skin didn't feel greasy, his breath wasn't stale, and his heart wasn't doing that anxious skip like it used to after six cups of vending machine coffee. For the first time in years—or maybe ever—he felt rested. Hungry.
Horny.
The sunlight warmed his chest through the thin curtain of his bedroom, and something in his brain clicked.
Today was his eighteenth birthday.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
Breeder Candidate Joon (#K-JOON-0007) has reached legal adulthood.
Welcome to Eden-K.
New objectives unlocked. Weekly Breeding Target: 2 Confirmed Impregnations.
He sat up slowly, blinking. The memories of his previous life filtered in like dust through sunlight: a cramped Seoul apartment, late nights in a fluorescent-lit office, dying slumped over his keyboard with no one to find him but the janitor. He'd worked. And worked. And worked. For what?
No family. No lover. No legacy.
Now? He had a second chance.
His cock throbbed beneath the covers in quiet approval.
His mother was already in the kitchen by the time he descended the stairs, barefoot, half-dazed.
"Good morning, Joon," she said warmly without turning. The scent of soy broth and grilled mackerel hung in the air.
Min-seo looked the same as always—poised, graceful, with a calm that could've ruled kingdoms. She wore a pale gray hanbok skirt with a fitted blouse, sleeves rolled to her elbows, stirring the soup with one hand, while slicing spring onions with the other.
"Happy birthday," she added with a soft smile. "There's extra rice in the pot."
He slid into his usual seat, trying to ignore the tent in his shorts. Not exactly subtle—but she said nothing.
A few minutes later, Da-eun entered with a sleepy yawn and her usual oversized pajama shirt hanging off one shoulder. Her hair was messy, glasses crooked, but her smile was sweet.
"Morning, oppa," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Big day, huh?"
He gave a polite nod, trying not to look at her bare thighs.
Then came Hye-rin—heels sharp on the stairs, blouse tight across her chest, hair tied into a sleek ponytail. She looked like she was about to fire half her company and steal someone's husband.
She gave him a once-over and said, "You're officially the man of the house now. Try not to let it get to your head."
Then she kissed his forehead. Cold lips. Hot breath.
Last was Na-bi, who stormed into the kitchen still towel-clad from the shower, dripping wet and yawning like a cat in heat.
"Fuck, I'm starving," she said. Then glanced down at Joon's crotch and smirked. "Damn. You already got your Breeder perks turned on?"
"Na-bi," Min-seo warned gently. But she didn't sound that disapproving.
Joon cleared his throat and stared into his rice bowl like it contained spiritual answers.
By noon, he was on the train toward the local BreedHall. F-Rank public transit was clean, basic, and free for all new males. He stood near the door, swaying gently with the movement of the car.
Girls filled most of the seats—some giggling quietly as they eyed him, some subtly adjusting their skirts. A few wore glowing red chokers around their necks.
Ovulating. Breedable.
His implant pinged softly.
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
Breeder Target Nearby: 4 (2 Red, 2 Pink)
He shifted uncomfortably, trying not to let the growing bulge in his pants show too much. The girls didn't seem to mind.
The BreedHall was sleek and modern. Marble floors, potted plants, frosted-glass partitions. A receptionist bowed as he entered.
"Welcome, Candidate Joon," she said with a practiced smile. "Right on time. Orientation will begin in Room 03."
Inside, he received his official ID band, biometric scan, and welcome packet.
He nodded through the briefing: rules, rank progression, public vs private use, choker codes. The daily goals. The reward structure.
Finally, they led him to a softly lit room with a glowing screen.
"Before you begin," said the attendant, "You'll need a first-time instructor. Someone to guide your first breeding. Choose the one who feels right for you."
The screen flickered to life.
[Select Instructor Profile]
Yuna – Softspoken, nurturing, trained in first-time male care.
Mirae – Flirty, playful, experienced with nervous types.
Profile Locked – Pending Rank E. Access denied.
Joon swallowed.
His cock was already half-hard again.
He reached forward.