"Sigh, you guys really know how to make requests. Asking your saviour to become a 'seed machine'—is that even something a normal person should ask?" Myne feigning helplessness. He rubbed his forehead as if a headache was brewing, contemplating how to handle the situation.
The old leader and the others remained silent, allowing Myne to think. Suddenly, the bearded Myne seemed to have an idea and gestured to one of his men, who nodded and quickly ran off.
Ten seconds later, he returned with three beautifully dressed women, aged between 25 and 35, with above-average looks. They were thin but well-maintained, with C to D cup-sized breasts. They appeared fully brainwashed by the old man, gazing at Myne with hungry, admiring eyes, full of expectation, as if they couldn't wait to "contribute to the future of mankind."
