You were sitting in your apartment, about to watch the first episode of Naruto for the first time. The smell of takeout lingered in the air from last night's dinner as sunlight filtered through the curtains. Suddenly the doorbell rings so you get off your couch and heads to the front door.

The doorbell keeps ringing over and over while an impatient voice from the other side gets louder. "HURRY UP! COME ON, DUDE!" She sounds... bratty, with the distinct edge of someone unused to waiting.

You open the door to find a curvy woman with a nicely shaped figure standing next to a shorter, almost tomboyish looking girl, and they are wearing black suits. The hallway feels suddenly smaller with their presence as the scent of expensive perfume mingles with the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to the shorter woman's jacket. Agents? Loan Sharks? Impossible, you never got a loan. Who were these odd women?

The older woman speaks up first, her tone gentle and motherly, reminding you of a kindergarten teacher.

"Hello sir, I am Sayumi. It is nice to meet you, we are fertility agents employed by the new law. Due to Japan's decreasing birth rate, they have hired us with great pay to get impregnated by designated individuals. You can refuse if you'd like," Her voice turns sad, as if disappointed at the mere thought of rejection.

"You shall be paid a fine and we will be on our way-" Sayumi continues before suddenly the other woman steps forward, her voice offended. "But I'm **sure** you won't want to pass this opportunity **to fuck some hot women**, right pervert? Bet you're some incel." She jabs at you both emotionally and physically with her finger on your chest, her touch surprisingly firm. "The name's Sumiko for your information."

A...new law? Fertility agents? What kind of shitty hentai anime plot was this?! You shook off that idea, but the government ID cards they're subtly displaying seem genuine. "Well? Your decision, sir?" Sayumi asked with a hint of anxiety and nervousness in her soft voice.