Why Humanity Became the Inferior Race
A banner hung at the school gate: [We Welcome the Visit of the Superior Race!]
As I entered the school grounds, a stunning black bob-cut beauty of a teacher stood before me and bowed deeply.
"We sincerely thank you for visiting this Advanced School to breed our Inferior Race. We will serve you with utmost devotion."
The school floor looked spotlessly clean. Well, if you had to prostrate yourself on it, you wouldn't want any dust getting on you either.
"Alright. Let's head inside."
"Yes. After a brief history lesson, we'll ensure that breeding with the Superior Race member, Lord Rishian, proceeds smoothly."
The teacher wore a black suit, but her inner white blouse was unbuttoned wide open, fully exposing the center of her chest. Lewd, sure—but hardly a flaw in this place.
The Advanced School I'd come to was an educational facility designed to train members of human society—the Inferior Race—to provide top-tier service and absolute obedience to the Superior Race.
Most human women who completed normal elementary, middle, and high school curricula entered Advanced Schools. Korea's once-numerous universities had mostly vanished or been consolidated. Now, universities were reserved for those truly dedicated to serious scholarship.
There was no need to graduate from one just to prove you'd attended high school diligently or to gain a slight edge in the job market anymore. Advanced Schools had taken over that role.
Still, the campus felt oddly familiar—not because of who was inside, but because the facilities themselves had been repurposed directly from high schools. Korea's ongoing low birth rate problem meant there was no reason to abandon perfectly good buildings.
"Please, come inside."
I entered the classroom. Inside, Advanced School students in uniforms sat in their chairs, gazing at me. Young and beautiful. But their uniforms weren't prim and proper—they were downright slutty.
For starters, the skirts were short. Not shortened for fashion, but regulated by school rules to not exceed a certain length. That mandated length was just long enough that when seated, their legs would naturally part to reveal panties—or pussy.
A rule designed to seduce the Superior Race males and signal they were ready to breed at a moment's notice.
The uniform blouses had diamond-shaped cutouts at the chest center. Nipples weren't directly exposed, but a slight lift of the fabric or vigorous activity from the girls would reveal them in an instant. Cleavage from their ample breasts was, of course, on full display.
The teacher spoke up.
"I know you're all excited, but first, we must show respect to the Superior Race. Everyone, rise and greet Lord Rishian standing before us with reverence and gratitude."
"Yes, Teacher!"
The students stood from their seats, straightened their backs, then bowed sharply in unison on cue. Their breasts jiggled and swayed wildly. Nipples that had been precariously hidden moments ago now peeked out naturally, and their uncharacteristically voluptuous chests heaved endlessly.
"To commemorate Lord Rishian's visit, we'll review how the Superior Race—the Arken Race—first made contact with we humans, the Inferior Race, and the course of that exchange."
The teacher tapped the digital screen at the front of the classroom.
"First question: Who knows how the two races made contact?"
A long-haired student who looked feisty raised her hand.
"The Arken Race's survey ship visited Earth!"
"Correct. The noble and exalted Arken Race, already masters of the vast cosmos, extended their reach to our planet."
An image of an Arken survey ship appeared on the screen.
"The next part is a bit sad... and shameful. I doubt anyone here doesn't know it."
A long silence fell. Some students hung their heads low; others glanced nervously at me. A few with sensitive dispositions even sobbed softly.
"Our Inferior Race of humans... foolishly and stupidly declared war on the Superior Race, the Arken."
"Yes, exactly right."
It was utterly irrational. Humanity hadn't even finished building a base on the Moon yet. When an alien race crossed the stars to visit, choosing exchange over war made far more sense.
But unfortunately, human society at the time was consumed by rage and madness. Without the aliens' arrival, World War III might have erupted anyway.
"Of course, wise scholars back then warned that fighting the aliens was folly. Some activists protested violence against them too. But now... they're all gone."
The screen played footage of a white-bearded scientist saying, "Their technological might is centuries ahead of ours..."
"Foolishly, our foolish Inferior Race failed to grasp the mercy of the Superior Race. We thought their weakness meant we could win."
The war wasn't entirely without cause. Humanity had just discovered a new material called Maeltnium and was rushing to mine it—a highly dangerous substance. The Arken made the sensible, humanitarian call to stop us.
It was like seeing a medieval peasant wearing asbestos gloves and yelling, "Don't use that!" But humanity was too twisted to understand the Arken's goodwill.
"And so the fools destroyed Arken survey and research ships, then tried to study the materials found inside."
For a brief moment, it looked like humanity was winning against the aliens. Everyone knows now those were survey and research vessels, but at first contact, we lacked the ability to comprehend or distinguish them.
Outwardly, it seemed like "Humanity's mighty weapons downed the aliens' evil giant ship!" To the Arken, they were unmanned drones—worth a few ten-thousand-won equivalents, no major loss.
Thus, the scientists' cries of "We can never win a war against the aliens!" grew quieter. No matter how much theory and logic they marshaled to prove it impossible, Earth's missiles were visibly smashing alien ships.
"Foolishly, humans thought our Inferior Race could comprehend the Arken Race's superior technology. That was the beginning of the tragedy."
The mood grew somber. It had to.
Video footage played on the screen.
"Humanity has defeated the aliens and seized their technology. Today, we take a great step forward!" A speech from a "male president"—unseen in these times.
"Humanity believed it had stolen Arken tech for bodily enhancement and anti-aging, then tried using it on themselves. The result..."
The Arken's aerosol nutrient supplement. Humanity processed it, deemed it safe, and dispersed it into the air. The plan half-succeeded. All human women gained beautiful features, lewd bodies, and freedom from aging.
If that were all, it might've been a victory. But...
"In the past, our Inferior Race had 'males' too. They're all gone now. What happened was the event now called the Great Purification."
All males died. Some ape species' males went extinct too. Some survivors spread rumors of "alien trap! Biochemical attack to wipe us out!" But evidence of humanity attacking aliens to steal their tech was overwhelming.
With half the world's population gone, war was impossible. Humanity surrendered to the Arken Race, kneeling and signing a humiliating treaty to unconditionally accept all their demands for life.
Even then, the Arken wondered, "Is this a war?" They'd never taken it seriously. Humanity couldn't even defend its moons from planet-killers.
Had the Arken wanted humanity extinct, they'd have sent cruisers for orbital bombardment, scorching the surface—not little UFOs. To them, our resistance was a five-year-old smashing drones while playing with dangerous toys.
So the Arken reacted sensitively to humanity's near-extinction.
"Even a foolish race can't be left to die out like this!"
"With all males gone, let's teach them cloning tech for now. Manage it strictly via AI..."
They bestowed alien tech to save us. New children were born on an Earth of only women. But the tech had limits.
"It works for now, but cloning-only births will spread incurable genetic diseases even we can't fix after 100 generations. This just delays humanity's doom!"
The teacher spoke again.
"Thus, the great and merciful Arken Race recognized that humanity could no longer preserve its purity. They decided to elevate us slightly less inferior through the bloodline of the superior Arken Race."
Their tech was magnificent, but this called for a primitive solution.
"With massive, majestic cocks like Lord Rishian's here—the benevolent Arken Race will impregnate us inferior human bitches gathered here."
The teacher knelt before me.
"Never forget gratitude and reverence to the Superior Race. Vow lifelong sincere love and devotion in service."
After the war, surviving humanity submitted to the Arken Race. We declared ourselves their slaves, investing all societal resources to breed better ones.
"May I begin fellatio?"
"Of course."
I nodded. She carefully removed my pants.
