One year had slipped by in a haze of sweat, moans, and relentless rhythm.
The factory in Prayagraj had never run smoother. Productivity soared, up 42% year, numbers that made suppliers, clients, and even the local chamber of commerce whisper in awe.
The girls worked with a strange, glowing focus: no sick leaves, no drama, no complaints. The secret was simple and unspoken: every month, the ten highest-performing workers received the company's "special welfare reward."
It wasn't cash. It wasn't a bonus voucher.
It was Arahan's sperm.
Delivered personally, in the executive bedroom after hours, usually in a quiet rotation: five girls on the first Saturday of the month, five on the second.
Sometimes more if a girl had hit an exceptional target (new design sold out in three days, zero defects in a 10,000-piece order).
