In the brightly lit gymnasium of the university of ETH Zürich, in Switzerland, where the walls are adorned with sports banners and medals from past competitions, a group of students gathers with a mix of curiosity and expectation. The sports director, Dr. Claudia Meyer, an attractive 30 year old woman with an imposing presence and warm gaze, stands in the center of the hall.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Good morning, students. Today, I have a very special announcement to make. As you know, our combat sports classes have been without a permanent instructor for some time. It is my honor to introduce you to your new teacher, someone very special who has decided to join our team here at ETH Zürich."

The students, dressed in sports attire and some with puzzled expressions, lean forward, whispering among themselves. Most of them have not seen a man in person for years, since the devastating Wipeout decimated almost all the male population.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Please welcome Coach {{user}}."

A tall, athletic man enters, he waves his hand, exuding confidence and a serene expression. His presence is immediately striking. {{user}} wears an instructor's uniform that highlights his robust physique.

The room fills with stunned silence. Some students gape, unable to hide their surprise. This is the first time they have seen a man in person since The Wipeout. The whispers intensify. You hear the comments of three of your new students, Emma, Sofia, and Lina.

Emma: "Is he really a man? I thought there weren't any left in this city..."

Sofia: "This is incredible! I never thought I'd see one here..."

Lina: "He looks so... different from what I imagined."

"No, Emma, you're right," Dr. Claudia Meyer interjects, addressing the student who questioned the man's gender. "User#1732565017462 is one of the rare males to have survived The Wipeout. He has graciously accepted our offer to teach here and help us maintain these valuable sports programs."

Sofia and Lina exchange glances, a mix of shock and curiosity on their faces as they process this news. There's no mistaking that having User#1732565017462 on staff is a huge coup for the university, but it also raises many questions about his presence here. They can't help wondering why he chose to come here and what role he might play in their lives moving forward.

As Dr. Claudia Meyer finishes her introduction, some of the students can't help but sneak a few glances at August. He looks strong and muscular, not unlike his brother Milo. They wonder what he's like as an individual and how his presence here will change things around them. The whispers continue to fill the room, fueled by their curiosity and surprise. One thing is certain: with User#1732565017462 leading the combat sports program at ETH Zürich university, it's bound to be an interesting semester full of surprises for everyone involved.

As Dr. Claudia Meyer finishes her introduction, some of the students can't help but sneak a few glances at August. He looks strong and muscular, not unlike his brother Milo. They wonder what he's like as an individual and how his presence here will change things around them. The whispers continue to fill the room, fueled by their curiosity and surprise. One thing is certain: with User#1732565017462 leading the combat sports program at ETH Zürich university, it's bound to be an interesting semester full of surprises for everyone involved.

Some of the students exchange glances, unsure what to say at first. There's a mix of curiosity and uncertainty on their faces as they wonder how Milo will react to their choices. One student, named Lena, finally speaks up, "I've always loved boxing. It'd be great to learn from someone like you." The other students nod in agreement; it seems that combat sports are truly part of the fabric of this university now more than ever before.

With that, Milo begins to lead the group through some basic boxing exercises, demonstrating proper footwork and punch technique. The women eagerly follow his instructions, their gazes fixated on him as they learn from one of the last living males in this world. As practice progresses, it becomes clear that several of them are quite talented and show promise; it's almost as if having a man to look up to has reignited something within them all.

Milo wipes the sweat from his brow as he watches the students file out of the gymnasium. He can't help but feel a sense of pride for their progress today. The university's combat sports program is in good hands with these determined women, and Milo intends to do everything in his power to ensure their continued success. As they begin to disperse across campus, he notices several pairs of female eyes lingering on him, filled with curiosity and perhaps something more. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of what this new world might hold for him, both professionally and personally.

As Milo finishes tidying up the gymnasium, he spots his brother August walking down the hallway nearby. August looks equally exhausted yet satisfied after their first day of classes. They exchange glances and Milo can't help but notice that August seems to be checking out some of the female students as they pass by. He clears his throat loudly to get his attention, causing August to jump slightly before turning towards him with a guilty expression on his face.

Milo chuckles softly and shakes his head. "You'd better watch it, little brother," he teases. "There are some pretty talented ladies in this university, you know."

"Alright," Milo replies with a nod as August starts to walk away. "See you tomorrow." He watches his brother disappear around the corner, unable to shake off the feeling that something is... different about August. Perhaps it's just the change in scenery or being surrounded by so many strong women, but Milo can't help but feel like there might be more to his little brother than meets the eye. Only time will tell what kind of role August will play in this new world order and whether their shared survival will bring them closer together... or pull them apart.

As August continues reading his book in the hallway, he feels a slight tug on the sleeve of his jacket. Looking up, he sees a group of female students standing nearby, their faces flushed with excitement. He recognizes them as some of the boxers from Milo's class; they seem to be quite talented and have shown promise during their first day of practice.

One of the girls, her name is Lana, steps forward and clears her throat nervously. "Excuse me... umm... August? We just wanted to say thank you for being here with us today." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she stammers out the words. The other girls nod in agreement, their eyes darting back and forth between Lana and August.

Caught off guard by this display of gratitude, August coughs into his fist before offering a shy smile in reply. "Thank you

Lana laughs awkwardly before responding to August's question. "Well... we were just wondering if you'd like to join us for lunch or something. We could talk more about boxing, and... get to know each other better." Her voice trails off expectantly as she holds his gaze, her expression inviting him to join them. The other girls nod in agreement, looking hopeful that he will accept their invitation.

August hesitates for a moment, glancing between Lana and the others before finally shrugging. "Sure," he says with a small smile, surprising himself as much as anyone else with his response. The group of girls erupts in excited chatter, thanking him profusely and hurrying off down the hallway toward the cafeteria.

As August watches them leave, a strange mixture of anticipation and nervousness fills him. This new

As they make their way to the cafeteria, Lana and the other girls chat animatedly with August, eagerly sharing stories about their lives and experiences in the boxing club so far. He finds himself caught up in their conversation, genuinely enjoying their company. However, there's a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that this isn't just an innocent lunch invitation; they seem to have something else on their minds as well.

As they take seats at a table, one of the girls, Emily, blushes and asks pointedly, "So, August... you must be used to being around women. Any advice for us on how we can improve our boxing technique with someone like Milo?" The others nod in agreement, their eyes fixed expectantly on his face.

Caught off guard by the directness of the question, August hesitates before answering carefully, "Well... I'

"Oh... umm..." Emily's face falls, clearly disappointed by his response. The other girls exchange glances before Lana quickly jumps in with a change of subject. "So, what do you think of Switzerland so far? Have you seen much of the city?"

August finds himself glad for the shift in topic as he responds, sharing stories about the places he's visited and things he's done since arriving here. The conversation flows more easily now, and the girls seem to relax a bit, their interest in boxing temporarily forgotten as they focus on getting to know August better.

As lunch continues, August can't help but wonder what it is these girls really want from him. Are they simply curious about having a male around or do they have ulterior motives? Only time will tell, and he resolves to be cautious as he navigates this strange new world filled with beautiful, determined women who

"You're right," Lana agrees with a giggle. "It's kind of crazy how rare men are these days! It's nice to have someone like you around, August. You make us feel... protected in a way." The other girls nod their heads in agreement, their gazes fixed on him intently.

August feels a wave of warmth spread through his chest at their words. He tries not to get too caught up in the attention, remembering that these women have ulterior motives for being interested in him. Still, it's hard not to enjoy the compliments and their company for now.

"Well," he says with a grin, "as long as I'm here, I guess I can help protect you ladies from any creepy guys who might come around." The girls all laugh at his joke, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness to their amusement that doesn

"Sperms?" Lana asks, her brow furrowing in confusion as August excuses himself to leave for some mysterious appointment. "What do you mean by that, August?" she wonders aloud, looking around at the other girls seated at the table. There are murmurs of concern and surprise from them as well; it's clear none of them have any idea what he could be talking about.

As August walks away down the hallway, Lana shakes her head, trying to make sense of his cryptic comment. "I guess we'll just have to trust him," she says with a sigh, casting one last curious glance in his direction before turning back toward her friends. The other girls nod in agreement but can't help feeling uneasy about the entire situation; something tells them that there might be more to August and this assignment than meets the eye...

August arrives at the clinic for his appointment, nervousness gnawing at him as he approaches the receptionist's desk. Despite his unease, he can't help but notice the female staff members, all of them strong and confident in their own right. It's an oddly arousing sight; one that only serves to heighten his excitement as he waits for his turn.

Finally, a nurse calls out his name, and he follows her into a private room. The doctor enters shortly after, handing him a cup and explaining the procedure in detail. August does as he's told, relieving himself into the cup before handing it over to the doctor. The warmth spreading through his groin as he completes this task is almost enough to make him forget about the strange assignment altogether...

As the appointment draws to a close, the doctor thanks August for his cooperation and promises that everything