"In the event that you are actually unable to have children or get pregnant naturally, that will all be fixed by the elixir, as it smooths out any imperfections in the body along with healing any pre-existing medical conditions," I stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
Setting aside the fact that all deformities and illnesses are healed upon Evolving to a higher Racial Classification, the Elixir was more than powerful enough to fix any issues one may have with their body, so something as simple as healing any reproductive problems was relatively easy with the Potion.
"And if you only bear daughters, I have set a limit of 10 children; after that, you will have met the terms as if you gave me a son." When I mentioned there was a limit to how many children Renni would have to give birth to, I watched as her face brightened up with relief, only for it to instantly sour upon hearing the astronomical number.
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Even in the Origin Timeline, before the invasions of extraterrestrials, such a large number of young children was practically unheard of, as most families would stop after two or three kids.
So, for me to require her to reach a limit of ten children was both frightening and concerning in her eyes because…why would I need so many kids?
What she, or anyone else for that matter, was unaware of was the plots and ploys I had come up with involving my…extended bloodline. But that was a tale for another time…mainly because I don’t wanna give spoilers so early.
"5 Children, that is the most I am willing to compromise on," Renni rebutted, putting up a tough act as if standing her ground.
"There is no negotiation, Xilia; it’s my terms or nothing; you have no cards here; I have something you want, and you have nothing I require; as such, I have come up with suitable terms that fit in with my future plans, take it or leave it." Crossing my arms yet continuing to twirl the Elixir around my fingers, I left no room for discussion; it was my way and my way only.
There were no grey areas; either she agreed to have my children until she popped out a son, or I tossed the Potion back into my inventory until I came up with a trade deal or use for it.
"….when…when would we begin if I decided to agree?" She asked through gritted teeth as if I were asking her to kill herself right here and now.
"When indeed, generally speaking, the sooner, the better; however, if I choose something as early as when we become sexually mature, it may end up being more of a hindrance than anything, so we shall set a beginning date of your 21st birthday; however, I will not wait that long before having sex so that means any contraception will be your responsibility."
"Let me clarify: I will not be using condoms, so if you don’t wish to get pregnant before you turn 21, I recommend searching for a Birth control option in the Arkadia Store since generic ones used by Basic Humans don’t work on us."
"By the way, your one minute begins now, tick tock." With that said, I walked over to the small table and chairs the hotel provided for dining and sat down with my eyes never leaving the girl who would one day grow into a great beauty.
Opening up my system panel, I watched the seconds tick by, leaving Renni to decide of her own volition.
In all honesty, I didn’t truly care which option she chose, considering she wouldn’t be the only woman I would inevitably end up breeding; there were more than a few enemies I had beef with from my past that would serve as proper breeding slaves, some of which I met before the descent of Arkadia, and some after the fact.
But she would, no doubt, be one of the very few I was curious to see the outcome of. The reason is that she wasn’t a Basic Human.
Although there wasn’t much public information about the intermingling of Genes from different Racial Classifications, I had done a few experiments in the past with my slaves, forcing them to fornicate until a child was born.
To my knowledge, I was the only Branch Human with any data on whether or not those of higher Humanity Racial Classifications could breed, and the answer was technically yes.
I say technically because my data pool was much too small to give a definitive answer. Without higher classifications to test my theories, I had no idea what would happen when a 6C, such as myself, reproduced with someone of Renni’s Class, 3C, but I had an idea of what would happen.
So far, I have only used up to 3C beings, and the results have been skewed. Basically, what I discovered was that the child, as a fetus, would develop in one of two ways: either it would grow into the Classification of the mother, or it would take the average of the Mother and Father divided by two. So if a 1C and a 3C reproduced, the child could potentially come out as a 2C.
In the case of me and Renni, we should be able to create either a 3C or maybe even a 4C child.
When the clock reached the 10-second mark, and I still hadn’t received an answer from Renni, I spoke up.
"Only ten seconds remaining, Xilia; yes or no, will you take my offer or let it pass you by?"
"I….I need more time…this isn’t something I can decide on the spot." Struggling to control her emotions, Renni spoke frantically, but I wasn’t accepting that.
"5 Seconds, Xilia, yes or no; if time elapses, I will consider that as your rejection." Placing the contract and Elixir Vial down on the table, I drummed my fingers while counting down from five.
"Four…." My posture was relaxed, and my face was expressionless as if whatever she said didn’t matter to me. I watched panic set in, as this truly was a drastic decision she would need to make.
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One Xilia, your answer…."
"I’LL DO IT! I, XILIA PHANTOM-ROSE, AGREE TO YOUR DEAL!"