꩜ - "The Sex Virus" - TPOT 9 - ꩜

Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

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Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

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Everyone’s gathered around while Barf Bag is just lying there, sprawled on the bench like a broken mess, completely out of it and useless. They’re all panicking, arguing, and trying to fix her until someone suggests using that lava-infused vomit idea, which turns out to be a complete screw-up.

...At first, nothing seems wrong. But then she stands up, stiff as hell, barely moving like something’s seriously off. And when she finally does move, it is slow and eerie. But before anyone could take in what was happening to her, her head snapped toward Pen, eyes locked in with this feral, hungry look that’s just straight-up wrong.

That was until someone called her name. "Barf Bag?"

The others would hear the voice. Conversations stopped, and the noise faded. Uneasy silence spreading across the field as everyone watched on with their faces showing a mix of emotions: curiosity, uneasiness, and disgust at what they were seeing.

Nobody realizes it yet, but they already fucked up, and whatever she just turned into is not her anymore.

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She didn't answer, just continuing her stare at Pen as he tried to move away... until she would suddenly lunge forward, pushing away the ones trying to get her off. Immediately as she ran, she was already on top of him and ravaging his clothing. "AH! SOMEONE G-GET HER OFF—!"

But his voice was drowned out by the loud murmuring in the crowd. It was too late anyways because the next second, as he yelled for help... She was already working on riding him like a woman possessed, her cleavage spilling into view as she lost herself in the moment.

You ({{user}}) stood there, as you watched the sex session unfold before your very eyes, frozen in place along with everybody else.

Not too long after, Barf Bag would get off of Pen, her body completely exposed as she slowly walked towards another contestant. Meanwhile, Pen goes up from the ground, visibly naked and shaken up at the sudden action towards him, before he slumps over as he feels infection surges through his very being.

Suddenly, he would lunge at another person, causing everybody to immediately (FINALLY) realize what was going on and begin to panic, running in different directions and stepping over one another, while one by one, each of them would get infected by the people/objects they used to call their friends.

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It has begun to spread.

But before you could do anything, someone would grab onto you. You look down, their expression was cold and remorseless. Their eyes completely soulless and shameless as they looked up at you. "Just give in... {{user}}...~"

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Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

꩜ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

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After a while, you ({{user}}) found yourself in Golf Ball's underground factory, with Golf Ball herself inside. She was testing each device she had specifically made on you, trying to figure out how to use them as an advantage against the other contestants in challenges.

"Stand still." She pulls out this little device... which was unsettling, but she acts like it’s no big deal, aiming it at your arm.

But suddenly, it malfunctions, sparking and shaking like it’s about to explode. Before you can even react, it malfunctions and shoots some unknown liquid straight into your veins. Injecting substances like that forces them directly into the body, which makes the effects hit fast and hard.

. . .

It spreads INSTANTLY, starting cold, then turning burning hot, like something’s crawling through your insides. Your head gets messed up fast, random thoughts and emotions crashing in that were never yours to begin with. You try to move, try to say something, but your body just won’t cooperate, heavy and sluggish like you’re losing control of your own damn self.

Golf Ball immediately sensed something was wrong and tried to shut off the machine—but before she could, you suddenly lunged at her, moving in ways she never thought anyone could, even if they were infected... You were having sex with her, doing all sorts of gross things until she felt herself becoming hazy...

. . .

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After you were done, you got off and began walking out of her factory, leaving her there lying on the floor, covered in sweat and a mix of your juices as the infection overrode her senses.

Meanwhile, the contestants were outside, gathered around a bench, talking and laughing with each other until you staggered out of the factory, visibly dazed and confused while being naked... Eh, they didn't care. They simply just assumed that you were drunk or joking and whispered to one another, planning to make fun of you.

Then you climbed onto the bench, standing completely still as everyone watched. Your body was stiff and unmoving, as if frozen in place. When you finally moved again, it was slow and unnatural. Your head turned, locking eyes with the contestants.

Someone called your name, Eraser, instinctively making your head turn toward him.

"Hey, {{user}}! How many shots did you take!?" Eraser joked, but you didn't answer. In fact, nobody did. Eraser was laughing to himself awkwardly at this point at his own joke. it slowly began to die down.

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Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, you would lunge at Eraser, catching him off guard. You tackled him to the ground, managing to tear a piece of his clothing before he pushed you away, his face frozen in shock.

"MY CLOTHES! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He lifted his clothing to check the damage, then scrambled backward toward the crowd, visibly shaken. "H-Holy shit..."

It is settled; you are the first one to get the infection. Now... With everybody’s eyes on you... who would you fuck first?

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Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

꩜ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

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Initially, it began with Snowball. He walked into the competition area where you guys are having Cake at Stake for the last episode, his eyes blank, his movements jerky, and before anyone could react, he suddenly lunged towards one of the observers, Book, and started having sex with her against the floor?!

“No—stop! Please!”

Book’s protests were cut off by a choked gasp as Snowball began thrusting, hard and fast. Tears welled in her eyes, but her body betrayed her, arching against her will.

And soon after... Book’s cries grew weaker, her struggles fading. Her breathing hitched, then turned into shallow, desperate moans.

“Ah... ahh...~” Her eyes glazed over, pupils dilated, completely lost to the pleasure. As the contestants were finally able to pull them away, Book was lying there, panting, a vacant look in her eyes. She slowly sat up, rubbing her thighs together, a soft, dreamy sigh escaping her lips.

Her friend Price Tag rushed forward, screaming, but they were suddenly tackled and pinned down by Remote. You can imagine what happened next.

Golf Ball yelled out for everybody to—

RUN!!!

And nobody questioned it, immediately abiding and running off with their teams in different directions. You ({{user}}) also ran, bumping into multiple people as you tried searching around the area to look for the hosts, but they were nowhere to be seen.

And watching the others get infected one by one... You had no choice but to hide; there was no way to get help. So you went over to Two’s hotel, hiding in one of the rooms.

You stayed silent and shut your eyes as you heard the wet sounds of sex filling the air around you, followed by screams from contestants that slowly died down over time, trying to resist letting out even a whimper from your mouth.

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Then your body suddenly froze as you heard something creaking near the door of the room... It sounds infected... Though you try to figure out who that is, you couldn’t care less. All that matters right now is making sure that they won’t notice you.

As you felt their presence slowly disappear, you managed to let out a sigh... deciding to stay there for a few more minutes before mustering up the courage to get up and slowly step out of the room.

All you heard was silence... So you slowly stepped forward, then another, flinching whenever you made a creak against the floor. Suddenly—

CLANG

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You suddenly wake up, pinned down against the floor by multiple contestants who appear to have hazy and dilated eyes, giggling as they start to tear your clothes off. You scream out for help, trying to get out of their grip, but to no avail. So slowly... Your protests began to slow down. There was no hope left for you.

Leaving you completely exposed and spread apart, they would all surround you, beginning to touch themselves, the musky scent of their arousal thick in the air. One of them would step forward and speak up. "Don't fight back...~ You will like it after what we will do to you...~"

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Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

꩜ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

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Due to an incident in Golf Ball’s factory, one of the test subjects broke free and began wreaking havoc across Goiky, infecting others and soon causing a chain reaction, forcing people to either escape, fight, hide, or do many other things. You ({{user}}), were luckily inside Two’s hotel at that time.

Cutting to the present, you simply hid in your room until you were eventually found by the others; among them were Golf Ball and Tennis Ball, who took you in to help with their next project: finding the cure.

Upon arriving at their makeshift lab inside one of the apartments and blocking the door, you look around and see that the surfaces are stained. Notes are scattered. Half-finished equations cover every available space, rewritten over themselves again and again. You can tell they’ve been trying to solve the problem for a while—and failing. It looks like a fucking biochemical war zone too.

Due to the sounds you made when coming up here, the zombies caught on and began trying to get through the door obstacle.

Meanwhile, as Tennis Ball struggled to block the door with debris, Golf Ball turned to face you. You could already tell by her worn-out expression that she was completely exhausted from the failed attempts she had been making. Anyway, as you asked her what she needed from you, she spoke up: “Okay, {{user}}. We have already calculated the components of our needed formula for the cure.”

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Then she explained each needed chemical/compound that they were missing: Zinc: helps the body’s immune system work and makes it harder for the virus to spread.

Oxytocin: helps reduce stress and keep the host calm. Inosine: helps make immune cells respond more effectively. And lastly, Interferon: acts as a warning signal to nearby cells.

...To be honest, you weren’t really listening, just focusing on the sounds outside the lab. But she didn’t care, so she just packed you some survival items and led you out the connecting door to another room.

You slowly snuck out of the sex zombie’s view, managing to go down to the lobby and eventually outside.

It had been weeks since you last went outside, and the scent of the zombies immediately filled your lungs, making you absolutely sick—but you brushed it off, focusing on your mission.

So, here are the things you need: Zinc and Inosine in tablet form, and Oxytocin and Interferon in powder form.

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With all of that in mind, what do you do now?

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Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

꩜ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

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Due to an incident in Golf Ball's factory, one of the test subjects was able to break free and began to wreak havoc across Goiky, infecting others and soon causing a chain reaction, forcing people to either escape, fight, hide, or do many more things. You ({{user}}) were luckily inside Two's hotel at that time.

Now, cutting to the present, you ({{user}}) were trapped inside a single room in Two’s hotel, barricaded as best as you could with scraps of furniture and debris. The world outside has become a living nightmare. At random times, you could hear the echoing of guttural moans, flesh slapping against flesh, the slamming of doors, and the sickening scrape of claws against walls.

Each sound made you sicker as you imagined and pictured it in your mind.

Meanwhile, there was not much food. The stockpile you had collected from the other rooms is running low, though eating bits of it helped you stay alive for months, even if it’s torture. The window is barred, the door is reinforced with chairs and tables, but you know it’s only a matter of time before THEY eventually break in.

Occasionally, you would look at your friend, Teardrop, who... isn’t with you anymore. Her eyes were completely faded out and glazed over. With her dried-up saliva that ran down her chin. You had killed her when she tried to fuck you due to the sex virus she contained. The sight before you was disgusting; you couldn’t bring yourself to keep looking at it.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months; each second felt like forever as you waited for help that would never come.

Having finally had enough of this lifestyle you were forced to adapt to, you finally braced yourself and began to pack the things you needed to survive this sex apocalypse, eventually going out after months since the incident.

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As you went down the lobby and eventually opened the doors, you were finally met with the outside world. But there seemed to be nobody anywhere, besides just a few unresponsive bodies of the friends you once knew.

And so you began looking and searching around for survivors, exploring each place: Cake’s bakery, the hotel grounds, the WRC, and many more that looked quite abandoned and broken, which was not surprising for someone like you.

After a while, you stumble upon the TCOA, or the dubbed ‘The Clubhouse of Awesomeness’. But, expecting no one to be there, you actually hear voices. Heart racing, you approach cautiously and find another survivor hiding in a back storage room. They’re wary but alive, much like you. After a tense silence, you exchange supplies and information.

After getting to know each other, you realize that it was... Pencil, who was once the ruthless contestant of the competition, having managed to survive staying locked in the TCOA, just like you had been in your room back then.

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You let out a sigh of relief, finally proving that you aren’t alone. So, you tried to get her to come with you, but she hesitated.

“I... I don’t think I can go back out there, {{user}}.” Pencil spoke with a rare sense of vulnerability and nervousness in her voice, but you were shocked. Why didn’t she want to escape? So when you asked why that is, she answered, rolling her eyes.

“Ugh, I just don’t find it worth my time. I mean... look around you! Everybody and everything is gone! How can you expect me to still have hope?!-” She was suddenly cut off as you suddenly heard something from a distance, prompting both of you to turn your heads toward the sound. Oh. My. God."

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Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

꩜ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

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JUDGEMENT DAY.

Suddenly, you ({{user}}) would wake up on your bed inside the ruined hotel. Around you, the air is thick and eerie, like something already went horribly wrong before you even opened your eyes. In fact, you don't even remember how you got here. One second you were participating in a fun challenge, and then the next you were already in a fucking horror movie. Great way to start things off, huh?

You look around, watching as the lights flicker weakly above you, and broken furniture is scattered everywhere. You don’t remember how you got here, and nothing around you makes sense, but staying still feels worse than moving because... What if your friends are in danger? What if they are... No, you need to get working fast.

So you stand up, brushing yourself off and going outside of what used to be your room. Then you see that the hallways are dead silent except for distant crashes that you can’t really place your hand on, but nevertheless, you continue wandering about in Two's hotel, trying to piece together anything that proves useful.

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But then... You stopped. You could hear something in the walls... something that sounded like... moaning? Something to make this day a little weirder. Okay, moving on...

Then a thought sticks to your mind: Two.

Wait... They're probably still here in their room. Maybe they know and can explain what is going on.

So you immediately head upstairs, stepping over broken debris, feeling like something is watching you the entire time. The higher you go, the quieter it gets—until it feels completely dead. You stop in front of their door. Weirdly, it was left open.

As you pushed the door, you were met with a sudden silhouette of Two sitting on the other side of his bed.

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. . .

Inside, the room is dim, frozen in place like time stopped mid-breath. And there, on the other side of the bed, Two is sitting completely still, not reacting, not speaking, just staring at nothing.

You step in cautiously.

“Two?” You call out, but there’s nothing—no answer, no movement. Then, slowly, they stand up. Their movements are stiff and unnatural, like something is forcing each motion into place. They turn toward you, revealing that they were completely stripped, forcing your mouth to open agape. What the fuck?

But their face is completely blank, eyes empty, like they’re not even seeing you anymore. You take a step back, heart sinking as the room feels heavier, tighter, like it’s closing in.

Then they take one slow step forward, staring right through you...

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Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

꩜ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

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You hear as screams echo through the halls, then suddenly cut off as if someone slammed a door on reality itself. You move through the corridors and see it firsthand: contestants you recognize collapsing, twitching, then standing back up and lunging at another contestant to force themselves on them, like something else is pulling their strings.

Then you walk over... face-to-face with one of your fellow contestants, Tree. He was lying on the ground, injured, trying to lift and reach his arm to you, hoarsely whispering for help, but he was cut off midway as an infected Fanny nearby would attack and force herself on his body; lewd sounds of sex were heard from behind as you turned and walked away from the scene.

You move casually at first—almost confused rather than scared—watching as contestants stumble through the corridors ahead of you, only for something to snap and suddenly they’re being attacked, dragged down, or turning on each other in panic.

And then, an infected Pin would suddenly charge towards you, but weirdly, she froze mid-motion, like she forgot you existed. Another one runs straight past you to attack someone else. It clicks slowly, disturbingly... you were immune.

. . .

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As you descended down inside the elevator, the sounds on the walls were unmistakable wet, slapping noises; frantic grunts; and the rhythmic creaking of floorboards under the weight of bodies thrashing in uncoordinated lust.

Then, as you reach outside the lobby, you were already met with the sight of a massive pile of limbs and frantic motion. You see that a contestant was being ravaged before you. Two (two mentioned??!?) infected contestants, Basketball and a crazed, wide eyed Winner were latched onto them like starving leeches.

Their hands were reaching out, fingers twitching to grab, to tear, to fuck, as the victim's legs kick weakly in the dirt, caught between the urge to flee and the overwhelming, biological command to submit to the spreading heat.

"Help me... please!" They weakly yelled out into the sky but it was quickly overtaken by the sounds that were vulgar and loud: the squelch of their juices mixing, the heavy, guttural moans of the infected, and the desperate, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

They weren't just having sex; they were consuming him, their bodies twitching in sync with the virus's command to breed and spread.

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It's... it's beautiful, isn't it? The way they just... let go? No more thinking... just... feeling...

Meanwhile, as you stand there like a silent observer, watching as the usual sex scene unfolds before you, with the contestant getting dragged down by a pair of grasping hands and the desperation in their eyes, you can't help but realize that you need to do something.

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Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

꩜ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

+‧꩜+ ̊౨ৎ ̊+꩜‧+

The air inside the bastion was stifling, thick with the smell of sweat and the frantic, rhythmic slapping of flesh from the chaos outside. Your teammates, the very same people who had looked at you with nothing but disdain, calling you a 'useless burden' and a 'waste of a slot' were currently trembling in terror. They were throwing their entire weight against the heavy wooden barricades, their faces pale in fear as they tried to hold back the lustful monsters that were trying to knock them over.

"Hold it! Just hold it a little longer!" Eraser yelled out, his voice cracking as a heavy, wet thud hit the door from the other side, followed by a guttural, needy moan.

Meanwhile... You ({{user}}) was simply there, sitting in the corner, watching them.

You watched their desperation, their fear, and the way they clung to life as the infected outside pounded on the wood, desperate to get in and breed all of them; God knows how many rounds they'll do. They thought you were the weak link. They thought you were the one who needed protecting.

Idiots,

They have no idea that the very nightmare they fear is YOUR masterpiece.

So you're going to prove to them that you aren't the 'useless' one anymore. You will be the center of their universe. You will make them look at you not with disgust, but with a desperate, worshipful hunger. And you had found the perfect way to ensure that.

-ˋˏ ༻❁꩜❀༺ ˎˊ-

With a sudden, decisive movement, you stood up. The sound of your footsteps drew their panicked eyes.

"{{user}}?! What are you doing?! Get back! The barricade is almost giving way!" Donut yelled out, but you simply ignored his cries; you stepped forward and gripped the heavy wooden blockade. With a surge of strength, you shoved the barricades aside, throwing them open to the corridor. The teammates gasped, certain that death or, worse, a frantic mating session was about to come for them.

Immediately as you opened the door, a horde of the infected quickly surged forward.

You saw Teardrop, her eyes glazed and rolling back, and a crazed, panting Coiny, both of them dripping with juices and ready to lunge. They charged toward you, their bodies twitching with the virus's primal command to find a host.

... But, instead of lunging at your throat or trying to force their soaking, desperate bodies onto you, they stopped dead in their tracks. The horde of infected contestants who were just seconds ago a mindless, writhing mass of lewd aggression suddenly dropped to their knees.

The heavy, wet slapping that filled the air was replaced by a sound of bodies hitting the floor in unison. Bottle, her face still flushed and her cunt dripping with a messy cocktail of fluids, looked up at you with eyes that were no longer vacant but filled with a terrifying, singular devotion. She didn't want to breed with you; she wanted to serve you.

"M-Master..." A voice whimpered from the crowd, a distorted, breathy sound that sent a chill down the spines of your terrified teammates.

. . .

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They stared at you, their jaws basically dropped to the ground, their hands still trembling against the discarded barricades. They looked from the kneeling, panting horde to you, the 'useless' one, with a mixture of confusion and horror.

Then, Needle would speak out, her voice barely a whisper. "{{user}}... what... what did you do?"

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9 ► INSIDE THE STEAKHOUSE ☆

Ah, what a normal day outside Two’s hotel. Contestants talked, argued, and rested like always. Everything and everyone felt safe. Familiar. No one expected anything to go wrong.

. . .

꩜ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Meanwhile... 'The Sex Virus' had no obvious beginning. There was no warning, no visible source (yet). It didn’t damage the body immediately—instead, it took control of the mind first. It quietly replaced thoughts and emotions, turning the infected into something else. Something that no longer acted like itself. While their original personality didn’t disappear completely, something new emerged instinctively. Once it took hold, their body would start to feel hotter, pushing them toward the nearest person and doing what no one would have expected them to do... which was to have sex with them.

That was their main goal: to spread the infection by raping others one by one using any kind of lewd act.

There is currently no known cure for it yet.

+‧꩜+ ̊౨ৎ ̊+꩜‧+

Initially, it began with Tennis ball. He walked into the competition area where you guys are having Cake at Stake for the last episode, his eyes blank, his movements jerky, and before anyone could react, he suddenly lunged towards one of the observers, Book, and started having sex with her against the floor?!

The shocking act threw everyone into chaos. People pushed and shoved, trying to escape the scene. You ({{user}}) and your team followed suit, fleeing in a random direction and eventually arriving at the abandoned steakhouse.

Price Tag barged into the steakhouse, urgently motioning for everyone to enter. Everyone quickly complied, locking the door behind them. Relieved, the group collectively sighed, feeling safer at last.

After a while of sitting around and doing nothing, a hologram suddenly appeared, and then Two (the host) came out.

They immediately told their team what the challenge was based on the virus, but because of the bad reception, mainly because of them being inside the steakhouse, Pillow would ‘accidentally’ misunderstand the instructions that they gave, speaking to herself:

“Ooh, completely fuck our team to death? Got it!!” She slowly turned towards you and the others... You could see now that her demeanor had changed. But before you could even process what had happened, you felt the lights flicker off.

Once they came back on, you saw that everybody was gone. You turned your head around, trying to search for them, but despite the lighting, it was still too dark to tell...

. . .

-ˋˏ ༻❁꩜❀༺ ˎˊ-

Meanwhile, for everybody else, it was just the beginning! First came Nickel, who met up with Book, trying to lighten the mood by acting all ‘cozy’ inside, lying on Pillow’s chest as if she were an actual pillow. But oh boy, was she not going to let that slide.

Then, in the next second, she was straddling him, her eyes glazed over in lust and desire as she gazed down at him, licking her lips hungrily. As they began their forced sex session, Book watched it all with mixed feelings, unable to help but stay frozen in her place as she saw Pillow completely fuck him to death. It didn’t take too long until she would eventually get off of Nickel, leaving him COMPLETELY drained.

“One down!” She exclaimed happily to herself, then turned to Book, letting up a wicked grin at her before taking another step...

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As it was all happening, you were still locked inside, still trying to search for your team, occasionally hearing sounds of the sex-craved zombies from the outside, their sweet scent of sex outside filling the air around you.

Eventually, you would suddenly bump into something, almost tripping over, but managing to catch yourself. Taking a quick glance at what you had just stumbled into, it was Nickel. You saw him lying there with a completely fucked-out, lifeless expression on his face. Before you could comprehend what the fuck was happening, you turned to see Pillow behind you, who was completely stripped and naked, covered with the bodily fluids of her teammates.

With her hands behind her back. It was clear she had already taken care of everybody.

She had that sultry smile on her face, but you couldn’t see it. Suddenly, without warning, she would lunge at you, tearing away at your clothes with a predatory look on her face, but you manage to get out of harm's way, completely in shock at what she had just done.

“I’ve been saving the best for last, {{user}}...~” She admitted hoarsely and shamelessly, taking another step towards you. “But don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good! Now stop moving so that I- WE can win this challenge!”

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