[Writer's note; I refer to age and statistics with actual numbers, when using expressions and speaking I use the written number.]
Shepard has a problem, a rather big one. You see, for the entirety of his life, even from his birth till now, he has had what he could only describe as a "Magic penis".
Any woman who lay their eyes on his length becomes completely entranced by it, relentlessly seeking to pleasure him in whatever way they physically can for anywhere between 30 minutes and 2 hours.
Extensive (and pleasurable) testing determined these estimated times, alongside a "Cool-down" period of about 5 minutes.
There seems to be an addictive component to his ability as well, as repeat partners tend to find their way into Shepard's bed much more often than his one night stands; even if they don't remember the experience, much to his disappointment.
Although they always seem to assume the sex was so good they blacked out, to his amusement.
Growing up on the streets wasn't his choice, nor his parent's, as they died in the crash that left him with a thin white scar down his lips and chin to mar his, eventually handsome, face as a reminder of how lucky he was; Joining a gang, however, was his choice.
Growing up in an orphanage from the tender age of 3 until he was 12, at which point he was sick of having the surprisingly pretty young matron attempt to bring his prepubescent body to climax and so ran away, ending up creating his own gang; The Tenth Street Reds.
Shepard, just now beginning to come into that terrifyingly hormonal phase called puberty, decided to make his gang entirely out of pretty young girls, ranging from as young as himself to full grown 21 year old women.
How did he recruit adults into a pubescent almost-teenager's gang? Why, with his magic penis of course!
Shepard, with an unusual ability that most living things would happily kill for, decided to use it in the only way a 12 year old could; he subtly flashed his "recruits" on the street, had them follow him to the small warehouse he was based in, then had his way with them, chaining them to his only bed when they fell asleep to reset his timer, repeating as necessary until the addictive properties of his rather well endowed member accumulated to the point he could take the chains off and have them do whatever he wanted regardless of whether he had his cock out or not.
He repeated this process for years until he was 19, at which point, despite thoroughly enjoying his little empire of sex, he decided he was bored, and upon researching, discovered that the Systems Alliance Navy was searching for recruits.
Shepard was contemplative; on one hand, it wouldn't be easy, he'd heard about how exhausting the training was from some Alliance marines he'd eavesdropped on.
On the other, this could be the end of his boredom, and as much as he loved his girls, he had his own life to live.
He nodded to himself resolutely, "I'm going to be a marine." He said quietly, determination clear on his face.
Unfortunately, he wasn't quite quiet enough, as every girl he had collected over the years heard his proclamation from the ones in the warehouse, now a properly furnished home for them all.
The Systems Alliance Navy received a grand total of 27 men and exactly 147 women as applicants that day, with 3 being slightly too young to join.
Shepard was completely unaware of the effects this would have on his future, with 147 women completely loyal to him within the Systems Alliance Navy.
Shepard never did get to check if the addictive effect of his penis wears off.
He later learned, it doesn't, ever.
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