Apocalypse: All the Men Are Dead, and I’m the Last Man Standing at Eighty

[Post-apocalypse + sole surviving man + milking + the living dead + multiple women...] Also known as: After all men died out, I, an eighty-year-old man, took on the mission of rebuilding the human race Good news: Chen Shi transmigrated. Bad news: He was tied up! Of course, that wasn't even the worst part. What kind of joke was this, transmigrating into the body of an eighty-year-old geezer? And what was with this bed, these chains... Was this a distortion of human nature, or a collapse of morality? What kind of heartless bastard would even go after an eighty-year-old man with a brain clot and paralysis on one side? And yet, when he saw a group of beautiful women rush into the room, even the brain clots he'd had for years were no longer a problem... “What? This is the apocalypse? And men have gone extinct?” “What? I’m an old man whose only hard parts are his dentures, and I have to shoulder the mission of restoring humanity?” “Hey...” “Stop! I’m a person, not livestock! And definitely not a cow...” “Could you go a little easier on me, ladies?!”