Yandere Levelling in Her World Chapter 5: First Milking

Downstairs, the sound of merrymaking and the clinking of glasses enveloped the house, marking Ren’s eighteenth birthday with a lively celebration. Balloons floated lazily in the room's corners, and the sweet aroma of cake permeated the air. However, away from the boisterous festivities, in the hushed stillness of the upstairs hallway, Misa and Kyouka were found in a private huddle.

Misa’s fingers tightly gripped a government-issued letter, her gaze fixed upon its contents for the third time, her lips compressed into a firm line. Kyouka, her older sister, peered over her shoulder, a deep furrow etched between her brows.

"What troubles you so deeply, Mother?" Kyouka inquired, her voice modulated to a low pitch, ensuring their conversation remained unheard amidst the downstairs revelry.

Misa’s grip on the paper intensified, causing its edges to crinkle. "It concerns Ren," she stated, her voice laced with palpable irritation. "The government dispatched this notification today. They are requesting his participation in the milking process."

Kyouka’s eyes widened in disbelief. "The milking process? Already?" she exclaimed, swiftly taking the letter from Misa’s grasp and scanning the official decree. Her expression darkened as she absorbed the stark, bureaucratic language: Pursuant to Regulation 47-B, all males attaining the age of eighteen are mandated to engage in the National Reproductive Program to ensure the perpetuation of the populace.

"This is utterly preposterous," Kyouka scoffed, thrusting the document back towards Misa. "He’s barely an adult, and they're already pursuing him?"

Misa let out a weary sigh, carefully folding the letter before tucking it into her pocket. "Such are the prevailing circumstances, Kyouka. You are aware of this. Merely twenty percent of our population comprises males. The majority of births are now facilitated through artificial insemination, a consequence of single women being unable to secure partners. A mere ten percent of women ultimately find romantic partners or spouses."

Kyouka folded her arms resolutely, her countenance a mask of indignation and disbelief. "Ten percent? That’s the extent of it?"

Misa nodded solemnly. "Indeed. And even for those who do marry, the situation affords little reprieve. Married men are still obligated to contribute sperm to the program. It is compulsory. The government shows no regard for marital status—their sole concern is population equilibrium."

Kyouka’s jaw clenched tightly. "So, what? They intend to have some unknown individual connect Ren to a machine and... extract his sperm? He is my little brother, Mother! We cannot permit such a thing!"

Misa’s stern expression softened slightly, yet her eyes conveyed unwavering resolve. "I understand, Kyouka. I truly do. Remember, I am employed at the hospital? I have witnessed the procedures firsthand. It is not... it is not a human facilitator. It is automated now. Clinical, devoid of emotion, and efficient. Nevertheless..." Her voice trailed off, descending into a hushed whisper. "The mere thought of Ren enduring such an ordeal fills me with dread as well."

Misa glanced at the letter again, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. "Do you comprehend how they induce arousal for this procedure? Given that most men find spontaneous erection challenging, they administer medication to achieve it."

Kyouka began to pace, her hands restlessly running through her hair. "I will not allow my brother to undergo such an ordeal. What course of action can we take? Should he refuse compliance, he'll face criminal charges. You are aware of their stringent policies regarding this matter. They do not tolerate disobedience."

Leaning against the wall, Misa’s mind raced. This inevitable moment had loomed large as Ren’s birthday approached. The arrival of the letter had only served to validate her deepest anxieties. Yet, she had diligently pursued research, seeking any potential loophole, any avenue to safeguard her son. Her voice regained its steadiness as she spoke. "There exists an alternative. It is a method utilized by married couples."

Kyouka abruptly ceased her pacing and turned towards her mother, her eyes narrowing inquisitively. "What alternative are you referring to?"

A moment of hesitation passed as Misa carefully selected her words. "Within the context of married couples, the wife holds the option to collect the... sample... herself and subsequently deliver it to the hospital. This practice is entirely lawful. They do not scrutinize the method of sample collection, provided it meets their stipulated standards and is duly submitted."

Kyouka’s mouth fell open, a faint pink flush spreading across her cheeks. "Wait. Are you suggesting that one of us would have to—?" She stopped midsentence, her voice resonating with incredulity. "That is utterly preposterous, Mother! He is your son and my brother!"

Misa raised her hands in a placating gesture, attempting to calm her daughter's rising agitation. "I understand, I understand! I am not suggesting this is an ideal solution. However, it is infinitely preferable to him being subjected to a sterile facility where he is reduced to a mere statistic. At the very least, this way, it possesses a degree of... personal control. We can ensure his protection."

Kyouka’s cheeks deepened to a vibrant crimson, her eyes wide with shock. "Protect him? By engaging in such an act? Mother, I am his sister! That is... that is fundamentally inappropriate!"

Misa's expression grew firm, though her tone remained gentle. "I comprehend your feelings, Kyouka. I truly do. That is precisely why I am not requesting this of you." She took a fortifying breath, steeling her resolve. "I will undertake the task."

Kyouka stood frozen, her mouth opening and closing in rapid succession as she struggled to articulate her astonishment. "You... you are serious? You intend to actually—?"

"Yes," Misa stated with conviction, cutting her daughter short. "My profession is in medicine, so I know how to approach this with professionalism. There’s no need for it to be strange. I'll ensure Ren doesn't feel awkward. He's my precious son, too, and I won't permit any machine or stranger to subject him to that."

Kyouka gazed at her mother, her eyes still wide with a mixture of shock and grudging respect. "You're unbelievable," she whispered, though without any malice. She massaged her temples, attempting to make sense of it all. "Alright, fine. But... you must keep this from Hiyori as well, and handle it with complete professionalism. If Ren catches any strange notions..."

"I understand," Misa replied, her voice unwavering. "I will manage it correctly. I'll prevent any awkwardness and ensure Ren remains comfortable. You simply need to place your trust in me."

Kyouka released a shaky exhale, her shoulders slumping in resignation. "I do trust you. I just... this entire situation is so deeply flawed. I despise that we even have to consider such things."

Misa reached out, her hand gently resting on her daughter’s arm. "I know. I despise it as well. But our actions are for Ren. To safeguard him. To keep him with us."

Kyouka gave a slow nod, her features softening. "Yes. Alright. Just... be cautious, Mother."

Misa offered a small, reassuring smile. "Do not fret. I have it under control."

The mother and daughter pair stood in quiet contemplation for a moment, the gravity of their decision weighing upon them. Faint sounds of the party echoed from downstairs—Ren's cheerful laughter, Hiyori's animated chatter, the clinking of soda cans. It seemed worlds away, a reality where they weren't compelled to make impossible choices for their brother's protection.

Kyouka eventually broke the silence, her tone subdued. "Do you believe he will be alright? I mean... with all of this?"

Misa's gaze grew tender as she pictured Ren—his radiant smile, his carefree spirit. "He will be fine," she declared, more to herself than to Kyouka. "We will ensure it."

Kyouka nodded, yet her expression remained etched with concern. "What is our explanation to him? Regarding the letter, I mean."

Misa thoughtfully chewed her lip. "For the present, nothing. Let him revel in his birthday. I will speak with him later, explaining it in a manner that won't alarm him. I'll convey that it's merely a formality, something we will navigate as a family."

Kyouka lifted an eyebrow slightly. "Do you truly believe he will accept that?"

"He is Ren," Misa responded with a soft laugh. "He trusts us completely. As long as we do not make an undue fuss, neither will he."

Kyouka sighed, running a hand through her hair once more. "I dearly hope you are correct. I just... I wish circumstances were different. I wish he wasn't burdened with this at all."

Misa's smile faltered, and she inclined her head. "As do I. But this is the reality we inhabit. We cannot alter the world, but we can shield him from its harshest aspects."

Kyouka looked at her mother, her face a canvas of gratitude tinged with worry. "You possess more strength than I, Mother? I doubt my ability to execute your plan."

Misa shook her head gently. "You are remarkably strong, Kyouka. You are present, are you not? Slipping away from a celebration to confront this with me. This is the essence of family."