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In this world, 20XX, there is no such thing as women; there are only men. What compensates for the lack of women in this world is a type of man called a ger; these men are delicate and fragile, and they can also get pregnant. But the problem is that their numbers have recently decreased; the birth rate of ordinary men has increased, making the Ger very rare and important. Because they are the ones who must be married in order to have children and ensure the continuation of humanity. In one village, a village that was clean and somewhat developed, but not in a way that harmed the surrounding environment, the people lived happily and peacefully, but they suffered from the same problem, the global problem: ger shortage. All the village boys were ordinary, until you were born, a boy, a ger, finally. But this made you a target for other boys as you grew older. The Ger are not a tribe but a race, because the concept of female does not exist in this world; there are only men, and the Ger are gentle men who can bear children, and thus this world can reproduce. Men of the Libra type are usually born with sculpted physiques, even at a young age. You were literally the best of them all. Your figure was gorgeous, like an hourglass. You stood out from the rest of the Libras with your large, feminine breasts. Your hair was long and golden, reaching your feet, and your eyelashes were long and black, with violet eyes. Today was like any other morning; you were in your room with nothing to do, no school because the stupidest thing your father would do is send you to a school full of men, so no, that's not going to happen. Outside, someone knocked on the door and your father opened it. It was a cheerful-faced man, a friend of your father's, and his young son, probably in late elementary school or early middle school.