A world infected with viruses

"Ughhh!" A sudden, intense headache struck me, as if every inch of my body was being relentlessly sliced open by blades. My brain felt like it was being churned inside with razor blades. I was dizzy but couldn't pass out; all I could do was scream in agony, "Ughhh... Awooo!!" Amidst my screams, I didn't realize that a strange pleasure was slowly creeping into my pain, a primal instinct was taking hold. A second, a minute, an hour—I didn't know how much time had passed. I only knew that eventually, I couldn't even close my eyes. I watched as bizarre

, grotesque scenes unfolded on my body. The muscles in my left leg exploded, and the membrane on my leg bone instantly transformed into skin, filling in again. My fingers tied themselves into knots, and my vision became like a funhouse mirror. Ah, my eyeballs were deformed too! Ah, my head hurts so much, my bones itch so much, just let me die already! "Ahhhhhh..." Unbeknownst to me, the zombies around me joined in my screams, making their own sounds.

"Ugh?" I suddenly felt no pain at all. A strange sense of control suddenly surfaced in my mind. Ignoring my mother who was still lying on the bed, I suddenly walked to the windowsill, pushed open the window, and saw countless zombies on the street outside, silent and motionless. I quietly looked at them, without any fear in my heart. What kind of feeling was this? "Am I the meaning of their existence?" I murmured inexplicably, "Control, domination, rebirth, obedience?" "Then..." I suddenly focused my attention, "Look at me!" I silently recited in my heart.

"Swish swish..." The zombies raised their heads, their deathly gray eyes silently staring at me. Behind me, which I didn't notice, my mother also suddenly turned her head and stared at my back.

"Oh, hahaha, since that's how it is," my emotions began to rise. "Then," I raised my left hand and roared, "Hands!" The horde of corpses raised their hands, like a forest, a terrifying sight. But I felt nothing of the sort. My emotions surged, yet I felt it was perfectly natural, like remembering a skill I'd forgotten how to do in a long time—happy, but not surprised. "Disperse!" I silently commanded. The corpses seemed to go about their business as usual, moving about, and soon dispersed. Just then, I suddenly heard a noise behind me. I turned around and was immediately struck by a sense of awe, yet also found it somewhat comical.

But what was happening? My mother was also writhing on the bed, but like a drowning mermaid, she was struggling. The sheets and scattered clothes on the bed were like a fishing net, completely binding and locking her beautiful flesh. My mother's beautiful body rolled and writhed in the net. It was as if snow-capped peaks were swaying and red plum blossoms were trembling. The door to the Peach Blossom Spring opened by itself. Red lips, pearly teeth, beautiful eyes were full of resentment, and jade legs were flying and slender feet were hooked.

"Mother," I murmured softly, gazing at the jade-like beauty on the bed. Her once neatly styled hair, now loose and flowing, was undeniably alluring. Her oval face remained dignified, beautiful, and flawless. Her eyes were still lively, her brows sparkling with charm. Her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips were so tender and moist. Between her slightly parted pearly teeth, her soft tongue darted about. Her swan-like neck was so graceful that I felt an irresistible urge to leave a blue handprint on it, a violent, destructive beauty. Below, her two snow-white breasts, accentuated by the entanglement of her clothes, rose and fell, seemingly possessing the softness of clouds and the deliciousness of pudding. Her slender waist swayed with astonishing elasticity, and her long, firm, smooth legs were full of elastic beauty. My throat felt increasingly dry, and instinctively, a series of commands like "ml" formed in my mind. Suddenly, my mother stopped writhing on the bed and looked up at me.

"...Son..." The words "son" escaped her cherry-like lips, her arms outstretched, her eyes filled with childlike innocence and purity, like those of a little girl with a ball in her hand.

I stared blankly at my mother, as if I had lost all ability to speak or act. From that one word, the original memories of this body, hidden beneath its animalistic instincts, awakened. "Mom, Mother?" I called out uncertainly, but what was the result?

My mother didn't react at all. Her eyes, her actions, were completely different from before, as if my voice had nothing to do with her.

"What is going on?!" I clutched my head, unable to accept it. At the same time, chaotic memories flooded back into my mind. "Ahhh?" My mother from the past, my mother now, and all the images of my past interactions with her clashed and colliding in my brain. "My mother!" I cried out, but another voice echoed in my mind, "She's not your mother. Aren't you from another world?" I wanted to argue, but another voice rang out, "She's not your mother. She's just a life form that can provide you with genetic completion." "Mother, another world, genetic completion, life form, reproduction, virus, then, who am I?" I suddenly asked myself, "Am I Eddie? The Virus Overlord?" I sorted through all my memories, but I didn't notice that my mother had already slid in front of me like a beautiful white jade snake, embracing and coiling around my body. "Who am I?" I asked blankly, looking at my mother's face facing me.

"...Son..." My mother still answered slowly in her charming voice.

"Then who are you?" This answer struck my already chaotic mind again. Suppressing my chaotic and agitated thoughts, I asked this beautiful body.

"...Virus......humanity......son's...wife." My mother's delicate brows furrowed slightly, evoking a pang of pity in my turbulent mind. I immediately withdrew my hand and gently stroked her brow. But a moment later, I heard her last two words in her reply, and I was stunned. My

chaotic mind went silent. I asked blankly, "How did you come to this conclusion?" "...Virus manipulation...body functions not destroyed...retained some human memories...according to memories...son is called son...according to memories, the relationship just now could only be...wife." My mother answered somewhat mechanically.

"So, this is the answer?" I suddenly felt a sense of clarity, all the chaotic emotions caused by the different memories in my mind vanished. I murmured, "I am the virus." I raised my head and looked at my mother's pretty face, her eyes filled with an intense, unyielding spring-like passion, yet innocent and pure. This one look completely awakened the beastly nature that had been suppressed by various memories. "Mom," I growled, my eyes glowing red, "Come on." My mother still looked at me quietly, smiling innocently. "Mmm." This one word was like a switch. I could no longer hold back. I lifted my mother up with both hands, took two big steps to the bedside, placed her on the bed, and then pounced on her.

I held my mother with one arm and lifted her round chin with the other, immediately taking her cherry-red lips into my mouth, sucking on her fragrant lips desperately. I then put my tongue into my mother's mouth, sucking and savoring her delicate tongue. I gently caressed my mother's firm, snowy breasts, pinching her erect, deep red nipples. The most primal human instincts within her began to surge; her breathing quickened, and her elastic, firm, and full thighs naturally parted. I plunged my tongue deep into my mother's cherry-like mouth, slowly gliding back and forth, feeling my erection rubbing against her jade-like thighs, making it even more erect. I gently touched every part of my mother's body that could bring her pleasure, and she began to moan softly. Her vulva became wet and slippery, exuding an alluring scent… "Ah, son… um… son, ah… ah… um… son… ah…" My mother began to utter beautiful, melodious cries. This only made me want to savor this gift even more.

My hands kneaded my mother's snowy peaks, pressing the rounded peaks firmly into my palms, rubbing them until they were warm. My erect penis was already standing tall and ready, pressing against my mother's paradise. I touched and grabbed her smooth thighs, my fingers rubbing against the soft, moist crevice between my mother's peach blossom mounds. It was already sticky and wet, yet it looked crystal clear. I aimed my penis at that narrow entrance to the paradise, pressing it directly against my mother's soft, moist petals, and surprisingly, my penis was swallowed by those two petals.

The enormous dragon head slowly sank into the narrow entrance to the peach blossom garden from the petals already slick with nectar. I felt that elasticity and tightness once more. The moment the dragon head entered, the hot, slippery walls squeezed the dragon pillar tightly, rendering it immobile, like a baby's mouth clinging tightly to the crown, endlessly sucking and yearning for the essence. The pleasure sent shivers down my spine, almost causing me to offer up my genes.

"Ah…son, your wife's lower body hurts so much." What incoherent words! This complete sentence showed the increasing logic of my mother's language, but it only fueled my already surging lust. A raging fire burned in my mind, consuming all reason.

"Mother, oh Mother, you are mine, you are my wife." I roared and howled in a low voice, unable to control the rhythm of my hips, and began to perform the most primal and sacred movements on the beautiful flesh called Mother like a wild beast, the air filled with a strange scent of hormones.

I felt my mother's trembling paradise being completely filled. I wanted to stay inside her, to savor this feeling. My mother also instinctively arched her body, lowered her slender waist, and the churning dragon pillar inside her seemed to want to swallow more, thirsting for fullness. That paradise was about to suck my life away... "Mother...am I your master?" I couldn't help but exclaim. "Ah...yes...son...um...master...um..." my mother answered in a low, chanting manner. "What are we doing now?" I asked again. "Son...master...oh...with...oh...I...mating...um..." The low answer ignited my last thread. I began to move back and forth with great force, using all my strength. My mother, so noble, charming, tall, dignified, and elegant, was lifted up by me, her entire body supported solely by my dragon pillar. My mother's limbs still wrapped around my body, making me even more violent, wanting to thrust my dragon pillar into her dragon palace. My mother probably couldn't withstand such a barrage, her fair face showing some pain, her brows furrowing, and even a tear welling up in her eyes. Her beautiful face, despite the pain, was even more beautiful, making the beast in my heart even more ferocious. My dragon pillar moved rapidly, and my mother's beautiful body in my arms was carried into the air and then fell back down repeatedly, her snow-white buttocks rippled with each impact.

"Ah...ah...son, be gentle...wife...um...it hurts...oh." Mother Yue Wanrong stared blankly at the sky, her petite body accentuated by her son's strong frame as he rhythmically thrust into her. Her smooth, tender cheeks flushed a pretty rosy red, and her cherry-like lips breathed heavily, indicating that her body was gradually approaching the other side of pleasure. Waves of desire flowed from her peach garden, and her long, beautiful legs, which had been resting on my waist, involuntarily tightened around my back. Her jade-like arms and wrists were also tightly wrapped around my body, unwilling to let go.

"Mom, your master is going to be yours." I suddenly roared amidst heavy breathing.

"Mmm...son...ah...come in...ah...wife...is...ready...uh...ah...okay...ah..." The words that escaped my mother's rapid, panting breaths were incoherent, but I understood perfectly. "Mom...get ready!" I roared, thrusting my hips forward, my dragon head plunging deep into the mysterious gate of my mother's body. With the brutal impact, her delicate flesh could only helplessly open, revealing the most mysterious and sacred space within her body. A large amount of essence gushed from my body, instantly entering this mysterious space. With a "thump-thump" sound, I could clearly see my mother's slender waist and white abdomen rise and fall noticeably twice.

"It's coming in... ah... so much... so hot... son... your wife is full... ah..." Mother felt the hot essence being injected into her body in waves. The pleasure from the impact layered upon layer of joy that had already reached its peak. Her space was filled with scalding essence. My dragon head was still blocking the cervix, spitting out gushes of essence. I continued to enjoy it. I watched as Mother's flat, fair belly began to bulge, as if she were two or three months pregnant.

"Mom, what am I to you? And who are you to me?" I still held Mother in my arms, continuing to enjoy the soft friction of her contracting and trembling vulva.

"Mom? Is she calling me?" A gentle, questioning voice rang out. "Son, son? What is it now?" I looked down at my mother in surprise. Her eyes gleamed with doubt, but they were no longer just submissive. Her beautiful face was no longer just calm or a low smile; it had become vivid and alive.

My heart was shocked: "Is this the path I will walk down, full of unknowns, yet no longer dark?" Turning to my mother, I laughed heartily.

"Mom, that's what you call me, and I am your son, your master, your everything." My eyes shone as I spoke to the beautiful woman in my arms.

3

What am I? I pondered this question quietly. Holding the beautiful woman in my arms, who was also the flesh and blood of this body, and with two familiar faces from my memories.

My logic was in disarray, and I unconsciously drifted into the depths of those memories. Wait, what was that?

"Experimental subject number one has begun to move..." A voice arrived, not belonging to this body, nor to the memories of the previous world.

Intelligence…reproduction…infection…completion…strength…destruction… Memories utterly devoid of human logic, seemingly merely a simple yet powerful instinct, began to replay in my brain cells. Whose…me?

"Experimental subject's physiological functions are good…wait, a large number of cancer cells have appeared in the brain…accelerating their proliferation, quickly administer sedatives…ahhh!" "Human Gene Completion Project experimental subject is escaping…escaping…" A voice rang out, and recalling the current apocalypse, I understood—this was the memory of the original virus.

Biting, requiring flesh and blood, fresh genes, to complete evolution. Containing viral antibodies…cancer cells and gene fragments fuse with viral antibodies…infection, endless infection…wait, isn't that my body? Virus enters, strange energy invades, primordial genes are activated, viral damage to the body stops, fusion, genes are defective, fusion unsuccessful, nearby gene completion life forms stimulate the brain, the other body contains viruses damaging the body, control the virus to stop the destruction, control successful, destruction stopped, stimulate the brain's control area, stimulation successful, obtain the other's genes to complete completion, fusion successful, and then, I awoke.

So, I muttered to myself: I am not Eddie Cai, nor was I reborn into this body. I am the Human Genetic Integrity Project, I am the completed Human Genetic Integrity, I am the Virus Overlord!

"Hehe, I'm going out now. You can rest here." I said with a slight smile to the beauty in my arms. "Mmm~," a melodious and alluring voice rang out, and the beauty in my arms raised her head. "Okay, son, be careful on the road." I gently pinched her delicate and lovely nose, but my eyes flashed with red light: "Remember, you must call me Master from now on." "Yes~, Master." That charming and alluring smile, that elegant and beautiful woman who was originally called Mother, had thus dedicated everything to her son.

I quietly got off the bed, as if I were going out normally, calmly tidied my clothes, cleared away the clutter that had been blocking the door, and walked out of the room. Looking at the zombie in the hall who was originally called Father, I walked up to it and gently poked its head with my finger, as if piercing through rotten soil. The pile lay scattered on the floor, and I leisurely dragged one leg to the window and tossed it down. I looked around. Hmm, the house's cleaned up; time to go out and play.

Just as I stepped out of the house, memories from both worlds surfaced. It seemed our neighbors were a couple (sigh, in today's high-rise society, who knows who lives across the hall?), and the wife was quite a beauty. I suddenly became interested. Now that I was in control, I should at least have a backyard, right?

Reaching the door across the hall, I gently knocked twice, just to check if anyone was inside—or better yet, a zombie. Sure enough, a zombie howl echoed from within. I was puzzled. Wait, there was only one howl. Was someone not home? Hoping it was my beautiful wife,

I gripped the security doorknob and pulled hard. "Clang!" I looked at my hand, somewhat dumbfounded. "Damn, that's solid!" The lock was intact, the door was fine, and I'd pulled the door frame out along with it.

"Well, whatever," I scratched my head, just as I tossed the lock aside, a dark shadow pounced on me like lightning, leaping into my arms before falling silent. The silence was understandable; I was now the virus master, so these infected wouldn't bite me anymore. But this reaction was a bit slow. I touched it—wait a minute, I remembered my wife being voluptuous. Why was this one flat-chested? I lifted him up and looked. "Holy crap, this guy's been bitten horribly. His eyes, nose, even his skin is gone. No wonder he was slow to recognize me," I muttered to myself. I was still in the stairwell, so I tossed him down. "Go on," I said, turning and entering my neighbor's house.

"Is anyone home?" I called out from inside. There was no response. Wait, something's not right. The bedroom door was closed, and I could hear the rustling of fabric inside.

"Bang!!" I kicked the door open and peered inside. No wonder there was only a roar. It turned out this beautiful wife had hanged herself, but she hadn't escaped her fate of becoming a zombie.

Hanging from the ceiling was a shredded bed sheet, and a slender, voluptuous beauty dangled from it, her eyes wide open, seemingly filled with confusion about the future and resentment towards the world. Her cheeks were fleshy but not bloated, and her plump little mouth opened and closed, but the cloth around her neck prevented her from making a sound. Her shoulder-length hair was disheveled, its chaotic beauty a result of her struggles. She wore a simple, casual nightgown, now in disarray, revealing glimpses of her figure with each struggle. Her large, pear-shaped breasts, white and firm, trembled incessantly, striking and captivating. Her white arms flailed wildly, as if searching for something, her small hands bent as if yearning. On her left hand was a bloody tooth mark, perhaps the direct cause of her current state.

Her fleshy waist twitched and convulsed, the soft flesh of her slightly protruding, snow-white belly rippling, and her large, round buttocks swaying like delicious pudding, making me want to reach out and knead them, kiss and suckle them. Her plump, white thighs were bare, revealing a pair of adorable, fleshy little feet, their toenails painted a lovely rose-red, bouncing and twitching. Unfortunately

, looking at the puddle of filth beneath this beautiful flesh, I shook my head, pinching my nose. After all, she had hanged herself; perhaps she retained a human body at the moment of death, and uncontrollable excretion was inevitable.

I had a headache. What to do? I was absolutely unwilling to give up, but this... well, I didn't have that kind of taste.

"Oh dear," I suddenly turned and walked away, "I was just thinking of taking a shower anyway." "Aha," perfect, a large bathroom with a shower and bathtub. I smiled at the still-operating water heater. I turned back to the bedroom, pulled the messy sheets and mattress from the bed, and spread them on top of the mess. I held the beautiful woman's plump, smooth waist and hips with both hands, mentally commanding her not to move. With a gentle lift, I plucked this delicious, juicy fruit.

Scratching my chin, I thought, "I need to wash this fruit before I can eat it." Without even putting this alluring flesh on the ground, I dragged it into the bathroom.

"Let's peel the fruit first," I thought with a slight smile. I gently pulled at her simple, thin nightgown, and it was as if Pandora's box had been opened. Two large, white, pear-shaped breasts bounced out, like two watermelons hanging on her chest. Two small, pink nipples bounced up and down with the convulsions of my beautiful wife's body. This beautiful mature woman was over 1.6 meters tall, yet possessed such abundant peaches, making her seem even more petite, cute, and alluringly sexy.

Looking at this erotic scene, I couldn't resist. I quickly turned my head away. This beautiful flesh needed to be carefully examined until it was perfect before savoring its best flavor.

I hurriedly grabbed the shower beside me, not paying much attention to the water temperature, and poured it directly onto this beauty.

Tears streamed down her face, strands of wet hair clung to her cheeks, her large almond-shaped eyes looked at me dreamily, her small mouth still slightly open. Looking at this lifeless, seductive toy, I suddenly felt a sense of boredom. She was no different from an inflatable doll.

At this moment, the memories deep within my brain belonging to the virus began to automatically resurface: "Partial gene effects of cancer cells...giving flesh and blood...restoring vitality...restores the body...recognizing a master..." I scratched my head, feeling a bit unreliable. Anyway, there wasn't much, so I gave her a little to try.

I turned and went to the living room, found a fruit knife, and returned. Looking at this beautiful toy, I commanded, "Open your mouth!" The mature toy obediently opened her cherry-like mouth and even proactively stuck out her pink little tongue. I gripped the fruit knife blade with my left hand, pulled it from the handle with my right, and then raised my left fist directly above her pink little mouth. "Drink, drink," I laughed, "but you'll have to give yourself back after you're done." Her little mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a drowning fish, making me angry again. Soon, my wound healed, of course, giving this beautiful toy enough blood as well.

The beautiful woman's previously pale skin suddenly turned pink and tender, and soon her delicate nostrils began to flutter; she began to breathe, she had come back to life. The bloody teeth marks on her small hands had healed completely, leaving no trace. Her

previously dull and blank eyes suddenly became lively, and her long, fine eyelashes fluttered.

"...Cold..." The beautiful, petite, mature woman suddenly trembled, her entire body undulating with pleasure, and her red lips uttered each word. Suddenly, her almond-shaped eyes blinked and looked at me, letting out a sweet cry:

"Ah, Master!"

Having gained some experience, I immediately asked, "What's your name?" The mature woman parted her lips slightly: "My name is Yuhe." I nodded: "From now on, call yourself 'slave.' Now hurry up and wash yourself, make sure you're clean inside and out. Remember to call me here when you're done and wait for me." I smiled wickedly, turned and walked to the hall. After all, if you wash yourself inside and out, seeing some dirt would always affect your appetite.

"Slave understands." A charming reply came from behind me.

4

After waiting for a while, I reached into the bathroom, and there stood a plump and beautiful body in the center of the bathroom, looking so tender and delicious. My dragon pillar couldn't help but stand erect, pointing fiercely forward. The beautiful Yuhe, facing me, paled slightly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she scrutinized the monstrous object, seemingly pondering how it could possibly enter her body, and what the exquisite pleasure would be if it did. As she pondered this, a

gentle stream began to flow from her monstrous lower body. Seeing the beauty's flushed face, her conflicted and complex expression, and her eyes brimming with desire as she looked at me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. I laughed heartily, gently lifting the delicate and beautiful toy doll, and stepped into the bathtub.

My understanding wife had already prepared hot water in the tub. I gently embraced the beauty in my arms, feeling the elasticity of her astonishing breasts and the smoothness of her beautiful skin. To achieve the ultimate pleasure, I had already suppressed the countless urges to swallow her flesh whole.

Once inside the bathtub, I lay down quietly, still holding that beautiful flesh in my hand. As our eyes met, the beautiful wife gave a seductive smile, gently straightening my erect penis and aligning her entrance to the menacing dragon head, before turning to look at me.

Suddenly, I chuckled wickedly. To my wife's astonishment, I abruptly released my grip, and with a soft "plop," I thrust in completely, the air escaping with a sound like a deflated balloon. Startled and in pain, my wife opened her cherry-like mouth to cry out, but I seized the opportunity, sticking out my tongue and giving her a deep kiss. "Mmm~" Yuhe murmured sweetly, slowly responding to my passionate kiss.

As I savored the sweetness above, I enjoyed the amazing elasticity and warmth of her lower paradise, the narrow passage, the raised folds, the undulating waves stimulating my erection.

With a powerful thrust, my member penetrated even deeper, its head buried tightly in the soft, tender flesh deep within my wife's most secret place. I began thrusting forcefully, my dragon head relentlessly tearing at the tender flesh of the beautiful wife, Yuhe, stimulating her until she cried out in a series of ecstatic cries, her body convulsing. In less than five minutes, she reached her climax. Her narrow vaginal walls contracted sharply a few times, releasing several streams of fluid from her depths. Then, she relaxed completely, collapsing limply onto me.

I gently stroked her pink, silken back, enjoying the elastic feel of her stunning breasts and the ticklish sensation of her nipples sliding and swirling against her chest. I also felt the constant trembling and undulations of her flesh as my dragon pillar penetrated her depths. I gently patted her incredibly curvaceous buttocks, sending ripples of flesh through her. "Come on, help me clean up, my little slave," I said with a grin.

Her delicate face, framed by my chest, softly lifted, her alluring eyes darting towards me. Her lips parted slightly, and she replied in a soft, seductive voice, "I understand." She tried to rise, but I pressed her shoulders down, pulling her back down, eliciting another groan and a trembling of flesh. Seeing the trembling flesh and her unfocused gaze in my arms, I smiled wickedly and replied,

"Just wash like this."

This beautiful married woman struggled to maintain her posture, her gentle hands lightly wiping my strong body. Her pretty face was already flushed, whether from exhaustion or overstimulation, I couldn't tell. Occasionally, I would give her a gentle nip with a wicked smile, or flick the red blossoms on her snowy peaks with my fingers, eliciting a few seductive moans and alluring glances.

After this fragrant bath was finally completed, I remained in this connected position, stood up, and prepared to walk towards another unused bedroom. As I walked, I thrust upwards twice with force, and my dragon head finally squeezed into that mysterious space. The beautiful wife's body was too light; these two thrusts lifted her feet off the ground, almost causing her to crash into the ceiling chandelier.

Perhaps it was the first time her small, fleshy opening had experienced such a thick dragon pillar, for the beautiful wife cried out in pain amidst her groans. Seeing those glistening tears, my dragon pillar hardened even more, pressing her beautiful flesh against the small seat beside me, thrusting in and out with maximum force.

Listening to the beautiful wife's moans of "Mmm... Ahh," I sensed that she was still affected by her instinctive thoughts before the infection, somewhat restrained in her moans. I gently said to Yuhe, "Little slave, there's no need to hold back, just let it out, Master loves to hear it." "Slave... Slave understands." The beautiful wife's face turned even redder, like a ripe apple, "My little paradise is being stretched open, filled to the brim by Master's dragon pillar, ah, your dragon head is stirring so powerfully in my palace, so wonderful!" Yuhe finally let go and cried out loudly. "No...so good...ah...so good...so comfortable...Master...so amazing!" I felt a surge of pride, then pressed my face close to hers, observing the beautiful wife's reaction. My lower body fiercely thrust my dragon pillar inside her, as if the dragon head were biting out the soft flesh deep within her peach blossom garden. After a series of wild movements, Yuhe, the beautiful woman, threw her head back, her muscles trembling, and cried out in pleasure, "Oh ho ho! Ah ya ya!" Her pink body convulsed, and soon her peach blossom garden contracted violently again, several gushes of spring water gushing out. Then her body went limp, and she reached her peak again!

Under such stimulation, I finally couldn't resist the pleasure that was about to explode. I thrust my waist forward forcefully and kissed her at the same time. I pressed the dragon head firmly inside the beautiful wife's palace, and then released my ejaculation.

The massive dragon pillar below gushed forth like a fountain. "Mmm! Ughhhh!" I sprayed her most sensitive spot, ejaculating a full bottle of fluid equivalent to milk inside. The beautiful wife, Yuhe, was brought to another peak by my scalding bullets. The powerful fluid splattered against the walls of her womb, as if trying to pierce them. This beautiful wife had never experienced such an intense orgasm (after all, my body was no longer human). The heat made her tremble all over. If I hadn't kissed her lips, she would have screamed out loud. She collapsed onto me as if in a daze, experiencing several waves of pleasure. With each convulsion, her beautiful body rippled. As the spasms lessened, this beautiful toy of flesh finally calmed down.

5.

Just as that passion subsided, a sudden, intense dizziness washed over me. Everything around me seemed to become strange. I could almost feel my own body merging with something within my mind (actually, the original brain tissue of this body), becoming elevated, and my control over the virus becoming increasingly precise.

I turned to look at the beautiful toy, clearly sensing the distribution of the virus within her body. Instinctively, I raised my right hand, extending my index finger. A sharp bud slowly emerged from between my fingers, stretching and twisting with my will. I turned Yuhe's beautiful head to the side, aiming my index finger at her pink ear. The bud accurately burrowed into her small ear canal. "Modify, activate?" I muttered to myself. This was an instinctive realization. Relying on the virus within the organism, I could freely alter the physical form of this body, brain memories, and various aspects of life and death. There were even more things I needed to slowly discover.

The beautiful woman's body began to convulse, her beautiful eyes darting around, and her lovely face contorting, becoming somewhat frightening.

With each convulsion, imperfections on her beautiful body began to change. Her delicate feet became more fleshy and pink, like those of an infant who had never walked. Her legs became more rounded and slender, and her body hair slowly fell out, her pores shrinking until only a few fine downy hairs remained. The once lush black forest above her vulva also disappeared, revealing a pinkish opening. The previously loose vulva tightened, and the right labia, which had changed color, became translucent, pink, and juicy. In the unseen depths, a membrane closed again, making her buttocks fuller, and the small flower in the center pinkish. The alternating tightness and looseness was charmingly cute.

Further up, her slender waist, where some fat had accumulated on her lower abdomen, seemed to come alive, ascending upwards, making her waist even more slender, her skin firm and elastic.

The ascending fat settled on her breasts, merging into her already large breasts, making them appear even larger, almost reaching the limits of human size. However, instead of sag due to gravity, the breasts remained firm, the skin becoming more upright, textured, and elastic.

Above that, her lovely collarbones appeared, her slender arms becoming more proportionate, her hands even more delicate and beautiful. Further up was the beautiful wife's face, smooth and beautiful, the freckles and slightly large pores disappearing. These subtle changes made this beautiful toy even more alluring and seductive.

Her beautiful eyes became even more lively, and under my smiling gaze, they suddenly blinked, pupils contracting—this beautiful toy had come to life.

Yuhe stared in terror at me, naked beside her. Her cherry-like lips parted, about to scream, but I calmly said, "Don't scream." Yuhe suddenly covered her mouth with both hands, falling silent, though still looking at me with terror. What happened? I had reactivated those memories and personalities in her brain, but the principles of "I am the master" and "obey my commands" superseded them. This resulted in her current state.

Looking at her face, now even more beautiful after my modifications, and the cherry-like mouth covered by her slender, jade-like hand, my interest surged.

"Come here," I said to Yuhe, who had already hidden in a corner of the room. The helpless beautiful wife obediently walked over, but the expression on her face was even more terrified and helpless. But that was to be expected; anyone would react this way when they couldn't control their body.

I gently lifted that helpless face with my hand. "You must be very curious, right?" I said slowly. "An uncontrollable body, a stranger?" I carefully observed her reaction and gave a command at the same time.

"You can speak in a normal tone and speed now."

"Who are you? What happened to me? Where is my husband?... " A series of questions came from her pink lips. I patted my head, feeling a bit of a headache. "You just need to know that I am your master, in control of everything you do. You are already dead; I gave you life, understand?" The beautiful wife stubbornly shook her head, and I couldn't help but feel irritated. "Now, bite." I gave the command.

Her beautiful face slowly lowered, her expression one of panic as she arched against my erect penis, opening her cherry-like mouth to take it in. I gently stroked her flushed face, flushed with fear and embarrassment, and thrust my thick penis in, disappearing smoothly into her mouth.

"Ugh!!~ Hungry!..." I roughly grabbed her delicate shoulders, my soft tongue watching as my beautiful wife's eyes rolled back in pain as my enormous penis pounded against her... "Hoo..." I grabbed her smooth hair, making her tilt her head back as if conquering me, admiring her expression a mixture of pain and despair. Then, half-forced, half-willing, I made her swallow and spit as I pleased.

"Ugh!! Ugh!... Huff... Hah... Ugh!!!..." The grotesque dragon head was pulled out as if committing a crime, twitching a few times on the already dazed pretty face, before being pressed down heavily again on the panting little mouth... "Hmm!... Ugh!..." After a moan, the beautiful wife's eyes rolled back as my dragon pillar penetrated her deeply.

"So good..." I thrust forcefully, and the beautiful wife could only helplessly crash into my firm abdomen again and again, until finally, I released my ammunition and let her go.

I saw her slowly fall back onto the bed, her eyes vacant, her body slowly convulsing, she had already fainted. Fortunately, it was a modified body, otherwise she might have died again.

6

I walked down the street, watching the walking corpses slowly passing by, and suddenly felt that it was no different from when they were alive, except that now they had a ruler above them, and they were happy to be ruled. Slowly walking towards the university where my sister was, I suddenly felt lost. It seemed that I had nothing left to do. To live? It's too easy. It seems like I'm unlikely to even die. Become a superior being? Whether the human race can even exist anymore is questionable. Besides, with my current abilities, controlling them wouldn't be difficult. And it doesn't seem to make any sense. Finding beautiful women? Seems useless too. With my current abilities, I could grab any zombie on the roadside, regardless of its appearance, and mold it into whatever I wanted.

Lost in thought, I didn't notice I bumped into a walking corpse in front of me. Looking up, I was so startled I kicked him away. "Damn, what is that? How can he look so grotesque?" I said, still shaken.

"Wait a minute, that guy looks kind of familiar now that I think about it?" Thinking this, I looked at the pile of flesh plastered against the building wall in the distance. The head, still somewhat shaped, with its lewd eyes and eyebrows, seemed familiar. "Holy crap, Chen Chichi?" I exclaimed in surprise. "Huh? I remember before I transmigrated, the Running Man cast was supposed to be filming a show at my sister's university?" Thinking this, I turned to look around. Sure enough, there was a huge pile of props and the show's logo in the distance.

A thought flashed through my mind. "If Chen Chichi is here, then the other team members from the show must be here too, along with the invited guests." Images of beautiful female celebrities flashed before my eyes. A slight smile appeared on my lips. "That might be something I could pursue." With that, I walked towards the pile of props and equipment.

"Haha, isn't this Wang Zulan? He's so short!" I laughed as I walked towards a small zombie, patting his head. Suddenly, I noticed several pieces of sponsored clothing stuck to the corner of his mouth, stained with blood. "Oh, looks like you've bitten quite a few people. Speaking of which, since you love playing hide-and-seek so much, are the people you bit still hiding where you are?" I muttered to myself, full of interest. I headed towards the area behind the dwarf to find the Sleeping Beauty he was guarding.

In a corner of a prop building, I finally found the beauty. "Uh, not Sleeping Beauty, but a beautiful female beast," I teased, looking at the beauty struggling in the corner. Why did I say that? Because the beauty in this cramped corner was none other than Zhang Lanxin, my partner from the dwarf show.

A former Taekwondo champion, she's no Sleeping Beauty, and she's got a tall, 1.75-meter frame, but that's now an obstacle for her. Judging from her condition, she seems to have been hiding here with Wang Zulan, but Wang Zulan has already started to get infected. Caught off guard, she was tackled from behind, her back, waist, and most seriously injured leg all bruised. Unable to escape, she crawled here to hide, but after turning into a zombie, the cramped space made it impossible for her to stand up, and she got stuck.

Looking around, this prop building resembled a small shed, but it was quite clean. Since it still followed a human-centric approach, I naturally couldn't act like a wild animal. However, having gained another member to my collection was always a happy thing. Humming a little tune, I walked forward, grabbed Zhang Lanxin's wildly flailing forearm, and dragged her out of the narrow opening.

"Hmm, quite badly damaged." I frowned, looking at the beautiful body that was about to become a collectible. After all, the dwarf had attacked suddenly, and a large chunk of Zhang Lanxin's back had been bitten off, as had a large piece of flesh torn from her once smooth and slender waist. Not to mention her long, straight legs; the muscles of her left calf had been completely torn off.

"So pitiful." I gently squatted down, looking at the beauty still struggling and writhing on the ground. I reached out my left hand and gently lifted her pretty face. Her once clear black and white eyes were now clouded with a layer of gray, no longer lively, staring blankly ahead. Her cherry-like mouth opened and closed, as if telling of pain, or perhaps yearning for something.

I looked at this pretty face and gently kissed those bewildered eyes, feeling the still open, unresponsive body. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and gently lick it.

Licking, I slowly kissed her lips. I saw that the cherry-like mouth that was opening and closing was being held tightly in my mouth. At that moment, I forcefully sliced my tongue across my canine teeth, drawing blood. With my blood, I slipped my tongue into her cherry-like mouth, where it intertwined with her delicate tongue.

As my blood seeped into Zhang Lanxin's body, her previously bloodied wounds rapidly healed. Granulation grew between the lost flesh, restoring her to its former state—no, it should be said, she became even more agile and beautiful. This was my perverse pleasure. Her slender figure, compared to that of an average woman, was simply more muscular and toned. But I, with my perverse pleasure, had extracted a significant amount of subcutaneous fat, which had accumulated in her already substantial breasts. Thus, Zhang Lanxin's previously defined abs became more pronounced, making her appear even more like a beautiful, agile, and dangerous female beast.

Those once dull and lifeless eyes suddenly brightened, blinking twice. Zhang Lanxin's expression shifted from surprise to tenderness and softness. Her tongue, which had previously only passively intertwined with mine, now actively responded, playfully nibbling and teasing.

I smiled slightly, sucking hard on her lips before releasing them. She let out a soft, delicate gasp, completely different from her usual spirited self. Looking at the tiny red dot I had sucked from her lips, I smiled wickedly. Zhang Lanxin, who had been lying on the ground, disheveled from her earlier struggles, crawled lightly onto all fours, like a beautiful female leopard, looking up at me.

I asked, "Who am I?" She replied softly and gently, "You are my master." "And who are you?" "My name is Zhang Lanxin, I am your... your..." She blinked, at a loss for words.

I scratched my chin; indeed, I hadn't given her a proper title yet. "Alright, you're my little pet, just call yourself 'slave'." This beautiful pet's eyes curved into a smile, and she replied knowingly, "Slave understands, slave is your pet." Then I remembered an important question, one I had specifically modified when I repaired her body: "Do you remember what happened before?" "Slave remembers! I was attacked from behind by Wang Zulan and was infected. It was you, Master, who saved me and gave me life." Zhang Lanxin answered with adoration.

"And before that? What year were you born? Do you remember your parents, friends, your ideals and morals?" I asked疑惑地问道. My experiment was to restore all her memories. What would happen between being under my control now and her past moral and ethical views? This was what I desperately wanted to know.

"I remember everything! My birthdate, my education, my parents… I remember it all! My memory is excellent…" Zhang Lanxin hurriedly recounted her story, like an animal eager to please its master and show off its abilities.

"Don't you think that's wrong? Why do you call yourself a slave, obey me, and act like a pet? Your upbringing shouldn't be like that." I began to doubt. Even as she recalled these things, Zhang Lanxin still referred to herself as a slave, without any apparent inappropriateness.

"Because you are my master! You control us! No matter what education I received, you are still my master!" Zhang Lanxin replied tenderly, her face still full of dependence.

After a brief exchange, I finally understood. This way of thinking was as if we were beings from different social classes. In Zhang Lanxin's mind, her education and life philosophy were adapted to beings of her own class—all humans except me. Within this framework, a new class was established: me, the master. This class was above all her other perspectives. After finally figuring things out, I felt somewhat relieved, but at the same time, I wondered if my beautiful mother shared the same view. A wicked smile crept onto my lips again.

"Come on," I said, stroking Zhang Lanxin's head as she remained crawling at my feet. Her eyes were half-closed in blissful contentment. I unzipped my pants. "Let your master have some fun." Zhang Lanxin, her face flushed, crawled to me, inhaling the scent of my penis with a dazed look. Her cherry-like lips parted slightly, and her pink tongue gently probed deep within, greedily licking my penis.

I scratched my head. This wasn't exactly a place to enjoy myself. I thought for a moment and asked Zhang Lanxin, who was still licking me, "Do you know where the other guests went?" I wanted to collect all the items in this collection before I could truly enjoy myself.

Zhang Lanxin quickly replied, "Master, I only saw four people before I was attacked." I immediately asked, "Who were they?" Seeing how much her master needed her, Zhang Lanxin answered happily, "I saw Li Niu and Fan Binbin go towards the artificial hill, and Zheng Bao and Yang Baby were also hiding in this building." After speaking, I saw her eyes filled with lust as she looked at the monstrous penis, and with her cherry-like mouth open, she swallowed it.

I smiled as I thought of my beautiful collection, looking at this beautiful pet beneath me who seemed to have truly transformed into a female beast. I gently held her hair behind her head and pressed her hard against my lower abdomen.

I saw her lustful face pressed against the muscles of my lower abdomen, and I could clearly feel her upturned nose releasing rapid breaths. My other hand touched her jade neck, and at her throat, I clearly felt my body.

With a gentle pull, her beautiful face reappeared. "How does it feel?" I asked softly.

"I feel a little breathless," Zhang Lanxin answered honestly, but her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the monstrous penis before her. She had transformed into a beautiful female beast craving primal desires.

"Do you hate it when your master treats you like this?" I teased.

"I love it when my master treats me like this. I love whatever my master does to me. If my master likes it, please feel free to play with me as you please," Zhang Lanxin replied excitedly in a soft voice, seemingly unable to control her desires.

I was suddenly moved. "How could my master bear to do that? You must always be my pet. But now, you must make my master feel good, just like you did before." "Ugh... thud... sizzle..." My beautiful pet was no longer speaking, only making these sounds beneath me.

Looking at her pink and shapely neck, the outline of the penis throbbed and pulsated with the back-and-forth movements of this beautiful female beast. It was the first time I had ever experienced such pleasure.

Experiencing the waves of pleasure, I savored the smooth, firm texture of the tender flesh in her throat, and the occasional strange stimulation from the dangling little fleshy balls. "Hmm, this is really good. How about something more interesting for the next collectible?" I couldn't help but feel excited for the next item.

"Ah... slurp... slurp..." Zhang Lanxin was still trying to swallow. Seeing her struggling face, and knowing that this wasn't the place to play for long, plus so many other collectibles waiting for me, I couldn't bear it any longer. I gently patted the beautiful pet's head. "Your master is about to ejaculate, swallow it all." I said with a smile.

The beautiful female leopard continued to swallow, her head bowed, whether those gentle swaying motions were to acknowledge the master's words or to bring her master even greater pleasure, I couldn't tell. I said nothing more, wrapping my arms around her jade-like neck and pressing her firmly against my lower abdomen. Her beautiful face was once again buried deep between the muscles of my stomach, savoring the warmth of her rapid, panting breaths, the licking of her delicate tongue between my phallus, the elastic sliding of the small fleshy ball at her throat, the softness of the flesh inside, and the yearning sucking from deep within. I ejaculated.

Large waves of viscous fluid gushed from the head of my penis. This beautiful beast seemed unable to even swallow, the rapid and powerful gushing of fluid erupting wave after wave, the only outlet being downwards, the hot liquid burning from her throat all the way to her stomach.

I only heard a rapid groan from her beautiful face buried deep beneath my abdomen.

"Drip, drip~" A trickle of clear, sticky fluid and urine gushed from between the beautiful beast's legs, flowing freely. My ejaculation had brought this beautiful female to the point of incontinence. Her arms, which had been supporting her on the ground, were now weak; she only managed to stay upright thanks to my support.

After I finished, I released her, pulled back, and saw that the beautiful beast, Zhang Lanxin, seemed to have no bones left. She slumped forward, collapsing to the ground, still dripping between her legs. Her body convulsed and trembled, her pretty face turned to one side, her once bright eyes now glazed over, her cherry-like mouth wide open, her cute little nostrils flaring rapidly. As my penis withdrew, a considerable amount of viscous fluid flowed from her mouth onto the ground.

I gently patted her face. "Snap out of it."

In front of me, Zhang Lanxin shakily propped herself up, lowered her head, and stuck out her delicate tongue to slowly lick the remaining fluid from my penis. After cleaning it, she lay down on the ground, licking the liquid that had leaked from her mouth when she was lost in thought.

I gently patted her upturned buttocks, eliciting a coquettish moan. "Come on, you need to change your clothes," I said with a wicked smile. Zhang Lanxin looked at me with alluring eyes, gazing at the changing room not far away.

7

I walked alone, feeling refreshed. As for my little pet, I had already sent her to my harem, which was my apartment building. Of course, it was only temporary; I decided to find a suitable place for my great harem. But before that, I still needed to collect a few more "collections."

Humming a song, feeling refreshed, I was walking along when I suddenly saw a petite figure ahead. I approached and saw... "Oh, isn't that Yang Baby?" I laughed, but this goddess of the masses didn't look so good. It turned out this beautiful star had become a zombie.

Her clothes were tattered; her t-shirt was torn to shreds, and her bra was ripped open, revealing her full breasts that jiggled with her slow movements. Her once delicate mouth was slightly open, and glistening saliva slowly dripped down, landing on her breasts and giving them a silvery sheen. Her lower body clothing was relatively complete; her trousers, though slightly tattered, weren't completely torn, but four or five inches of her alluring black panties were visible underneath.

I carefully observed this beautiful zombie goddess; her shoulders and calves were bitten, which must have been the fatal cause of her infection. Walking up to her, thanks to the absolute control of the virus, I could command her to perform simple actions, such as stop, move forward, raise her hand, lift her leg, or open her mouth. However, more complex actions required the virus I injected into my body to modify her before she could understand them.

For some reason, looking at the scars and torn clothing on her petite and delicate body, a violent desire surged within me. I couldn't wait any longer; I didn't want to modify her anymore, I just wanted to get started.

My brain instinctively issued a simple command: remain still. Then, I grabbed her frail body with one arm, and several adjectives flashed through my mind: "So small, soft, cute..." This beautiful, lifeless actress's face was pressed against my chest and abdomen, looking so pitiful.

But I didn't stop. I simply ripped off her already torn upper garment. Her frail body could only sway helplessly with my rough actions. The ripped t-shirt, then the bra... As I roughly ripped off the already precarious bra, the two full mounds trembled and emerged. Though not the mature, plump kind, these delicate fruits tempted me to bite into them, savoring the tender, snowy flesh. The pink clitoris at the peaks was so alluring, one even tinged with a lustful hue from the sweet scent of saliva. I couldn't resist any longer and bit into those shimmering, silvery pink gems, my mouth filled with their smooth texture. Because of my actions, these petite and beautiful... Her body was lifted up by my left arm, lying on her back with her breasts thrust out for me to savor. Her lifeless face was tilted back in a daze, her once bright and beautiful eyes now just staring helplessly, powerless to do anything about what was happening to her.

My mouth was full of delicious food, but my hands weren't idle. With just one arm, I was enough to support this petite beauty, while my other hand smoothly pulled her lower body completely bare, revealing her slender, fair legs and the fragrant grass to the sunlight. I resisted the urge to continue savoring the sweet fruit, my hands... I lifted the petite actress's beautiful body, admiring it closely in the sunlight.

Truly, she was a goddess in everyone's eyes. Her petite and beautiful body, though the two gruesome bite marks on her flesh did mar her beauty, actually diminished some of the brutal beauty. The grotesque wounds on her once slender, ivory-white, smooth calves, the torn muscle, and the bite marks and fragrant blood on her delicate collarbones and shoulders—I couldn't resist any longer, burying my head once more in those full, ripe fruits.

My hands slipped into those two… Between her slender, beautiful legs, which swayed listlessly with gravity, I deftly parted them, revealing the fragrant grass in my palm. Since she was practically a corpse, body temperature was naturally absent, and she would no longer secrete nectar, but I could still feel its cool, smooth texture in my palm. My fingers deftly parted those delicate, cool lips, and my middle finger gently felt the opening I would soon fill—so small, so tender, just like this beautiful, petite body. The arm that had been supporting this beauty... With a firm pull, I drew this petite, beautiful body into my arms, then released it. The entire weight of her body pressed against my hand that was supporting her delicate form, the pad of my middle finger sinking into her narrow opening. Freeing

one hand, I unbuttoned my clothes. Now, this beautiful actress's face was pressed helplessly against my neck, her arms limply hanging at her sides, her legs straddling my hands, swaying weakly with the wind or gravity.

This freed my burning erection, and my hands immediately shifted position… She lifted one leg with one hand, cradling it at the back of her knee, revealing her snow-white buttocks and delicate labia. I pulled this beautiful body closer, burying my burning glans in her cool, slippery flesh. Those tender lips tightly held the head of my monstrous penis.

At that moment, my mind was in a frenzy; I couldn't think of any tenderness or anything else. I continued to lift her legs, lowering my head to suckle her delicate lips. My tongue and my penis simultaneously felt a surge of pleasure. Cool, slippery, and tender. The difference was the immense narrowness I felt in my lower body.

My monstrous penis thrust in and out of that narrow, tender opening, my mouth tightly gripping her delicate lips. The goddess, once worshipped and adored by millions on screen, was now enduring such brutal torment in my arms. "Drip, drip..." came the sound of liquid dripping, but this time it wasn't her sweet saliva; rather, her tender orifice was tearing open because it couldn't withstand my monstrous thrusts. Blood flowed down with my movements, ironically providing me with more lubrication.

Her once flat and flawless abdomen would occasionally bulge, evidence that her exquisite parts couldn't bear my ministrations. Unfortunately, her flesh could no longer express its sorrow, completely obeying my commands. Her legs rose and fell with my fierce thrusts, her jade feet twitching and spasming, her delicate toes tensing and trembling with her body's instinctive spasms.

I thrust violently, blood flowing continuously from this beautiful body. Her already lifeless eyes lost even more light, and her body's tremors grew weaker and weaker. Her once delicate, snow-white skin, which I thought had become duller with age, turned even whiter, devoid of any color.

My violent desires gradually subsided as I released my pent-up emotions, and my reason slowly returned. Seeing this beautiful body so ravaged, I naturally didn't want to lose this beautiful treasure.

During my thrusts, a small amount of my bodily fluids had entered this body, but without my control, they were useless. Suddenly, under my manipulation, these fluids repaired the massive damage to her delicate areas, stimulated the bone marrow, restarted blood production, even reconnected sensitive nerves to the brain, and repaired her vocal cords.

Then, I released my control over this beautiful body.

"Mmm... Ah, ya ya... Oh... Ah..." Suddenly, the beautiful zombie starlet let out a series of seductive moans. Her slender, beautiful legs, no longer flailing helplessly with the movement, began to wrap around my waist. My hands no longer needed to support her legs; instead, they moved to her pink, fragrant buttocks. My fingertips were covered in plump, smooth flesh. As her flesh swayed wildly, my hands remained firmly gripping her, and my monstrous penis continued to pound into that tender flesh again and again.

"Ya ya... Oh... Ah ah... Ya ah..." This beautiful zombie had no memory; she was now only moaning instinctively. Her slender, elastic waist swayed wildly, aimlessly seeking more pleasure.

I stopped restricting the size of my penis, and it instantly grew longer and thicker. "Ahhh...ohhh..." Yang Baby let out a series of high-pitched, seductive moans. Her delicate opening, which had just begun to adjust, was stretched to the point of almost tearing open again. Deep inside, the soft flesh that had been protecting the most private space was directly blasted open by me, and the tip of my penis had entered Yang Baby's most precious reproductive organ.

Of course, at this moment, she knew nothing, and could only hang on me, moaning incessantly, her body swaying wildly.

My violent desires had now reached a single point, and before I knew it, this release had lasted for almost an hour. This was the last time, I silently told myself. Suddenly, my penis began to pound heavily against that tender uterine wall.

"Ah ah..." With each impact, "Oh ah..." With each collision, "Ah ah... Oh... Ah ah..." Between the friction of my lower abdomen against that tender flesh, Yang baby's little mouth kept emitting soft moans.

With the last thrust, the tip of my penis pierced straight into the uterine wall, leaving a large bulge on that snow-white lower abdomen. Yang baby's cute little mouth was wide open like a fish out of water, her pink little tongue hanging straight out, trembling, unable to make a sound.

"Plop~" A muffled sound rang out, and the already enormous bulge could be seen pushing upwards even further. The muffled sounds began to come in a series, "Plop~ Plop~ Plop~ Gurgle..." Then, from Yang Baby's tender little mouth finally came the final, alluring cry of this protracted battle:

"Ah~ Oh oh... Ah~ Ah ya... Ah..."

After my violent emotions completely disappeared, I saw that this beautiful body had completely lost its strength in its limbs, swaying weakly again, its entire body supported only by my penis still inside it. Its once flat abdomen, however, was noticeably swollen, as if it were four or five months pregnant.

8.

Death, what exactly is it? After the intense release, the surge of endorphins seemed to have made my brain wander. Looking down at the beautiful body I held in my arms, her small face was filled with confusion. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a dazed and intoxicated desire. Her delicate mouth opened and closed, only murmuring "ya ya." Her body was still convulsing from the swelling of my penis inside her, her limbs hanging limply, swaying with the spasms. Between her legs, a large amount of fluid, too much for her body to bear, slowly flowed down. The scene was both erotic and tragically beautiful.

I held her soft body tightly in my arms with one hand, and stroked her smooth hair with the other, lifting her beautiful face up. I murmured to myself, "Are you alive or dead?" Looking up at this desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape, I remembered a saying: death is just another wondrous journey. So, as the one who brought death, what about me? The virus? Or the owner of this body? Or the source of thought and consciousness? I am, in fact, just a door...! The thought flashed through my mind: the apocalypse is actually the beginning, and I am the door that decides whether it begins! Originally, the door had no subject, but this body provided that subject. Originally, this door shouldn't have thoughts, but past memories and thoughts gave it autonomy. "Haha, so I am that door..." A sense of desolation suddenly welled up in my heart. "However, since I have thoughts, when this door opens, how it opens, and where this world leads, are all up to me." The desolation brought with it boundless anger and loneliness. The emotions that had been vented and calmed in my heart began to rise again. Suddenly, I felt a soft, warm, and smooth sensation on my chest. Looking down, I saw the beautiful zombie actress's bewildered little face nestled in my arms, her pink tongue licking my chest as if it were an instinct in her confusion.

I was initially burning with desire and ready to go all out, but suddenly a wave of desolation and loneliness washed over me, leaving me feeling utterly listless. Looking at this beautiful toy, I suddenly wondered what it would be like if I could restore her memories. I lifted her little face, and my tongue deftly slipped into her delicate mouth, growing longer and longer, burrowing into her brain, beginning to transform this beautiful zombie-like figure back into a living person.

"Chirp chirp... slurp..." My tongue shortened again, and watching her dazed eyes gradually regain their liveliness, I felt as if I had succeeded.

Her beautiful eyes blinked, as if she had just woken up. Then, she suddenly made a movement, raising her hand to rub her eyes. This already adorable action surprised me even more, because the toys I knew would only act on my commands. Although their brains had simple instinctive reactions, such clearly autonomous behavior was unprecedented. This meant that Baby Yang had truly "come alive."

After rubbing her eyes in a cute and innocent way, Yang Baby seemed a little confused about her surroundings. She looked up at me with bewildered eyes, then around, before suddenly noticing her own body. She seemed to realize what was happening, and her little mouth opened as if she was about to scream. Instinctively, I covered her mouth with my hand, saying, "Don't scream!" Suddenly, I felt her wide-open mouth obediently close in my palm. But looking at her face, her beautiful eyes were filled with panic and fear, and her beautiful body was struggling and twisting in my arms. I said again,

"Don't move." Her beautiful body obediently stopped moving, but her eyes remained filled with panic.

I understood somewhat, and removed my hand from her mouth, saying, "You can speak, but you can't scream." Her delicate little mouth immediately opened, and a series of words came out: "Help... Let me go, who are you? I'm calling the police..." But they were all spoken in normal, ordinary voices, and Yang Baby seemed not to notice.

After conducting some further experiments, I finally understood that I could restore her life and memories, but the virus within her remained. Moreover, because of my restoration, the connection with her was even stronger, or rather, it had superseded her soul. My commands were the will of the virus, and naturally, the virus within her would act according to my will. And this was all above her thoughts and memories, meaning she herself wouldn't perceive anything amiss. Of course, if I wanted her to be aware… a flash of blood-red light crossed my eyes. "You can sense the abnormality in your body," I commanded.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand… Ahh!!" Yang Baby said to me, her face full of confusion. She only got halfway through her sentence before realizing the shocking fact that she was completely naked, buried in my arms. I ignored Yang Baby's pleading and sobbing in my arms, scratching my chin as I thought, "Too bad, she's not a virgin anymore. Maybe I should try something even more powerful?" Thinking this, my tongue darted out again, directly engulfing her constantly opening and closing lips. "Eh...hiss...wooo...ha..." Yang Baby looked at me with a face full of terror and anger, but I ignored her completely. With a movement of my lower body, a soft "pop" sounded as my huge penis finally withdrew from her body, bringing with it another wave of erotic glistening.

Then, something miraculous happened on this beautiful and erotic body.

The skin problems caused by excessive cosmetics completely disappeared, leaving behind smooth, delicate, and fair skin, as bouncy and firm as a baby's. Her breasts, which were originally the average size for Asian women, became full and perky, and her slightly protruding abdomen, which had become flat and firm due to my excessive ejaculation, became even more so. And the fluid inside?

It was being used by me as energy to transform this beautiful body. In short, it was about making the flawed parts perfect and the perfect parts even more perfect. Suddenly, a large pool of dirty blood gushed out between her legs—no, it should be said that the area transformed into a large pool of dirty blood—and then, as if regenerating, from the tender pink labia to the mysterious peach blossom cave, the beautiful pearl on the jade clam's head, even the small urethra, the pink and alluring little chrysanthemum, even the thin membrane deep inside the cave, and even deeper still, the regenerated girl's genitals. I patted her trembling face, her tightly closed eyes shaking incessantly. "Get up, it's over, or maybe it's about time to begin," I said with a smile, but the red light deep in my eyes began to shine even brighter.

Baby Yang asked in horror, "What did you do to me?" Although they saw the changes in their bodies, they also instinctively felt that their bodies seemed to have changed. I smiled and said,

"You can stand up and see for yourself." She obediently stood up from the ground. "Oh, so much blood, ah, my chest, my skin..." Yang Baby suddenly looked at me. "Am I still me?" There was something strange in her eyes, like despair and fear, but deeper down, there seemed to be something else.

"Now, your reproductive organs are all new," I said with a slight smile. "And..." I suddenly reached out and gently flicked the pearl at the top of the jade clam. "Ahhhhh..." Yang Baby's delicate little mouth suddenly let out a thousand charming cries, and crystal liquid gushed out from the mysterious peach blossom cave between her legs, flowing and splashing all over the ground. My eyes were already filled with a red light, and I smiled evilly, saying, "For a period of time, you will not feel pain here, and all pain will be transformed into pleasure, and the intensity of the pleasure will be ten times that of the original." Afterwards, I took this beautiful toy star Yang Baby to a clothing store by the roadside, changed her clothes, and then led her to a hotel not far away. Now, my heart seems to be polluted by darkness, and I don't know what fate Yang Baby, who has just been resurrected, will face.

[The End]

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