BREEDERS/ TAEKOOK/ 18+

Chapter-2

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Kim Taehyung

I did it. I succeeded. When I was in the last stage of the selection, a Ugween came to tell me and my mom that I had been selected. “One in 100,000 girls. Congratulations,” he told us. We were in the agency, the same one that we went to in the first day. It was packed with girls and their families, waiting for the news. The Ugween were all male, six foot five, at least, and extremely strong because fat didn’t store in their bodies. They had blue skin and golden eyes with golden hair. They never wore tops – it was considered a human thing. But they wore shorts or pants because that area was truly sensitive. They also liked to paint their bodies with black ink, doing black stripes and eyeliners around their golden eyes. When compared to humans, they looked like gods walking around with six packs and golden hair. We were sitting down in the corner. We had walked too much, and waited for too long. But when we saw that huge alien coming in our direction, we got up, immediately. After he told that to my mom, she screamed, started crying of joy, and hugged me so hard that I lost my breath. “Taehyung , I can’t believe it!” she told me. Some other girls had been selected too but most girls got the news they didn’t pass and they were crying or looking devastated. “We did this! All your sisters tried, all of them, and they never got so far. I knew you were the prettiest of all. And then most successful! I knew we would do it!” she told me. I had a large waist that was considered desirable because it was easier to have babies with it. My body stored enough fat for me to be strong and to have strong milk. I was tall, five foot eight, which wasn’t near as much as an Ugween, but it was taller than most other girls. I had golden hair, which they looked for because of their own golden hair. My skin was tanned and they also looked for dark skin. The darker the better, as it was closer to blue, and they wanted someone that could carry on their strong skin color. I had brown eyes that reminded them of their golden ones. Also, we had to go through an IQ test because they wanted someone intelligent. I really liked studying and I learned everything that I could about the Ugween civilization. There were also criteria that they didn’t tell us. Some girls that seemed perfect for being breeders weren’t chosen. And some other girls that didn’t seem nearly as qualified were. We could never know with them. It was a luck game. I tried to smile to my mom. She looked much older than she really was. She was only in her 40s but she had wrinkles of an old woman because of the way life treated her. She was always telling me: “If you don’t get this breeder position, you will end up like me, working textile industry 14, 15 hours a day every day. Having kids just to see them fail.” She never saw none of us succeeding. Except for now. My chest filled with joy for her. I’d finally be able to pay back all the sacrifices that she had made for me. She let me not work to focus on the studies, they bought the best food they could for me. I could never destroy her by saying I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a breeder. I looked around at all of those girls crying, having their dreams destroyed, while my mom talked to the huge Ugween and signed up some documents. I imagined one of them fucking me and shivered. It was one of the best career options. But I was extremely scared. My mom said that everybody got scared in these situations. But I was having trouble sleeping at night, thinking that I could pass. And then I did, and the night before the start of my new career was one of the worst nights of my life. All I could do was stay awake, looking at the ceiling. I could see my teddy bear on a shelf, looking at me. My books that I had read so many times. I tried to turn around, close my eyes, but, when I did, I saw a huge Ugween, so I immediately opened it up again to stare at the moon outside of my window. As a breeder, I knew I would have to obey everything that my partner told me to do. I would never be able to find a human guy to be my husband, I would never be able to have a human baby of my own. After you started, there was no giving up without huge sacrifices. The only way out without making your family suffer was if you eventually died, or if you finished your breeder career, when you got to 61 years old. The Ugween food made us fertile for much longer, and we could still have babies until we were 60. So, it would be 40 years from now. But I had no choice. The family of a breeder didn’t need to work anymore. It was one perk that the Ugween government gave us. We became almost like celebrities. They could move to amazing neighborhoods and they got all of the best food, comfort, clothes, and fun. I knew deep down they did that to pressure the breeder. If she eventually ran away or gave up, their family would go back to the suffering of heavy labor. My parents and even my sisters were treating me as their Savior. They threw me a party and my mom made me all my favorite food. As I ate a spoonful of spaghetti with my stomach hurting, they raised their glasses in glee. But those memories were feeling distant as the morning approached. I was feeling weak and nervous like I would faint. But I needed to face my fate. I was a breeder now.