At night, as the silver lustre of the moon shone down on Earth, Ray resumed his duty.
"Last one girl," he muttered to himself as he released his genes inside her.
"Ohhh—" the girl's eyes widened as she tightly hugged Ray, panting heavily.
As the last of his essence sank in, a red panel appeared in the corner of his vision.
"Finally, I've done it," Ray muttered to himself, a satisfied expression on his face.
He sat down, and the girl lay weakly in his arms, her breath fiery and laboured.
"Should we go for another round, husband?" she asked, her voice laced with exhaustion yet desire.
"Should we?" Ray chuckled playfully as he looked at the girl's satisfied expression. "You're really good at it, but if I really do it…"
He lightly touched her crotch area, causing her to tremble.
"Can your body handle it?"
"No," the girl shook her head. "But—"
"No buts. What is your name?"
