Endzone: Simulated Apocalypse - Chapter 100

[Skip this chapter and the next if you’re uncomfortable with smut. You have been warned. Those of you who are especially horny, please continue.]

Dianna stumbled into the female shower room in the basement, clutching her rapidly-beating heart.

“Ngh… what’s… wrong with me…”

Ever since last night’s exchange with Cyanide on the rooftop, she has been feeling like this. Glancing in the mirror, she found her cheeks flushed pink, and sweat on her body like an animal in heat. She had tried to hide it during breakfast by not speaking to anyone, but she had to speak up after hearing Luna being called as Cyanide’s girlfriend. In doing so, she needed to communicate with Cyanide, and that only made her symptoms worsen.

“Hah… hah… hah…” She panted heavily, trying her best to control her urges, but she could not. Her hands moved on their own, sliding down her alluring figure and arriving down at where her crotch was.

A tingling feeling electrocuted her entire body as she began moving her fingers, and sliding it across her jumpsuit. She wore no underwear underneath the suit since it was uncomfortable for her, meaning the only thing separating her finger and her soaking wet pussy was the thin layer of latex that made her one-piece suit.

“Ahn~” Subsconsciously, she let out a few soft moans, covering her mouth and trying to keep it down, but outside the door, Cyanide already heard them.

Folding his arms and leaning against the wall, he had his eyes closed, listening.

“… What is going on here?” He asked Luna, who was beside him.

“Hm… as a Stage Four Mutant, her source of food is supposed to be human fluids. However, all mutants can also sustain themselves simply through solar power, so ‘food’ is really more like a delicacy than anything. Since we have unlocked one of the eight Sentinels, the Gamemaster’s restrictions on me have been loosened a little, and I can see knowledge a little deeper than the surface. And according to what I can access in the database here…”

She fell into silence momentarily, and continued after several seconds.

“Yes—as expected. Here, it tells me that any Stage Four that are Imprinted on will develop urges for their respective desired fluid from the human who Imprinted on them, turning it into more of a ‘need’ than a ‘want’. Before being Imprinted on by anyone, though, most Stage Fours simply rely on the solar power, since consuming human fluids is… somewhat disgusting. Stage Fours are intelligent, after all.”

“And Dianna’s ‘desired food’ is…”

Luna turned away awkwardly, scratching her cheek, as the sound of Dianna’s soft moans continued to come from the bathroom. “… I’m afraid so, yes.”

“… What will happen if she doesn’t get her need fulfilled?” Cyanide asked, just in case.

“Well… that much is not written here, but it can be safely assumed that the consequences will not be good. Either she dies… or she goes berserk.”

At this, Cyanide sighed. Looks like if he wanted to fulfill his promise to his teacher, who taught him for ten years and whom he owed a great favor to, he had no other choice but to satisfy Dianna’s urges.

“It’s not completely just satisfying her need, and that’s it, though,” Luna suddenly said, flashing Cyanide a thumbs-up. “You see, according to the database, the more desired ‘food’ you give to an Imprinted Stage Four Mutant, the stronger they will become. Just like players, mutants too have EXP gains and levels. You can give a lot of EXP to an Imprinted Stage Four Mutant through this method, depending on how much you satisfy them, allowing them to level-up and power-up quickly.”

So, there was that benefit as well…

Taking a deep breath, Cyanide made his decision, and pushed himself off the wall.

“… You’re doing it?” Luna asked, and Cyanide gave a nod.

“It’s not like I have a choice, do I?”

Luna smiled. “I suppose that’s true.”

As she watched Cyanide enter the female shower room, she gave a sigh. She wasn’t particularly jealous—this wasn’t the first time Cyanide was going to do this with another girl. In past missions back on Earth, there have been instances where he had to charm a woman, so part of his training was how to pleasure girls sexually. He was no virgin, that was for sure.

“But…” Luna folded her arms. “It would be a lie if I said I didn’t want to try it too, sometime…”

*****

Inside the shower room, as Dianna was still busy fingering herself, eyes closed and other hand covering her mouth, she didn’t even notice when Cyanide approached, until he was right up in front of her. She blinked in surprise, sexual urges momentarily disappearing, but that surprise quickly turned to something else as she licked her lips seductively, and smiled at Cyanide.

“So… you’ve been listening in all along… and came in right when I was the most defenseless? Fufu… how naughty…”

Without saying a word, Cyanide stepped forward, pressing his body against hers on the sink, and kissed her deeply.

Always start with a kiss—that’s what Anthrax taught him. It was the best way to initiate, and could stimulate sexual urges without diving right into the action.

Cyanide’s tongue skillfully entered Dianna’s mouth and began exploring it, and though she was surprised a bit by the forwardness of Cyanide for a moment, she quickly embraced it, wrapping her arms and legs around his body and kissing him back.

Cyanide’s member hardened, signaling that it was ready for what’s to come, and Cyanide himself was as well. Breaking the kiss momentarily, he took off his upper clothes, revealing beautiful ripped muscles underneath on his chest, abs, and arms. As Dianna admired them in awe, Cyanide went to work on her, unzipping her tightly zipped one-piece latex jumpsuit, and sucking on the tip of her breasts tenderly.

“Ahn~! Wait… that’s… mmn~!”

Dianna couldn’t stand the insane pleasure and wanted to tell Cyanide to stop, but she just couldn’t. He was so skillful at this, and by contrast, this was her first time despite having seen many pornos.

Then came the final straw, when Cyanide raised her legs up to pull off the jumpsuit completely along with her shoes. This revealed Dianna’s pure, gorgeous naked body, enough to make any man faint from a nosebleed. Cyanide, however, was immune to that sort of damage, and instead began teasing her pussy instead, licking it with his tongue to make sure she was fully prepared for what’s to come.

“Engh~! Stop, Cyanide… I’m going to…!” Dianna cried, nearing orgasm, and-

… Cyanide paused, rising back up. A moment of awkward silence ensued as the two stared at each other, and Dianna at last broke it with a question.

“E-Eh? Why did you stop?”

Cyanide’s answer was simple, blunt:

“You told me to.”

At this, Dianna gave a soft giggle, followed by a smile.

“Fufu… idiot. For someone so skilled at sexually pleasuring girls… you’re not very bright at guessing the hidden truth behind their lies.”

Hooking Cyanide closer and locking him in place with her legs, Dianna shut one eye as if winking, and licked her lips.

“Now… satisfy me more, Cyanide~”