Searching for chicks in the apocalypse

"Director! It's a success! The research on the OM virus has finally succeeded!"

"Look! This is the test subject who successfully overcame the rejection phenomenon!"

'Phallic member—Phallic member—'

"Yamane, the death row inmate originally number 7259, is now the first infected person with the OM virus!"

"No matter how cold-blooded a serial killer was before, being infected with OM will turn him into a horny sixth grader (♂)!"

"And he's the director's handpicked washboard plus Shibuya gyaru type!"

"In order to improve the compatibility between the virus and the host, this group has... huh?"

'Phallic member—' 'Phallic member!' 'Little penis—' 'Pee penis, ooh—'

"How come there are four more... Could it be! The virus has leaked!"

"The other three men are one thing, but even Mayumi... even women can be infected?"

'Phallic member, 'Phallic member!' 'Hmm! Chuck! Churp!' 'Chuck! Churp! Hiss!' "

Ishida! Don't let those guys suck you dry!"

"No, no... I can't take it anymore! Tell my family I love... big ejaculation—!"

"Pin!" "Pin!" "Companion!" "Little penis!" "Pee-pee!" "Pee-pee!"

"Look! Ishida is turning into an elementary school student at a visible speed! The changes in his bones and muscles are amazing...!"

"Director! If we don't escape now, we'll miss our chance!"

"Wait, let me write this down..."

"Director—!"

On April 30, 2018, a serious new virus leak occurred at a virus research institute in Japan.

By May 5, most government agencies, including the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare, ceased operations.

On May 15, two weeks after the outbreak—

"Little penis...?"

—Japan perished.

§2018

, a tragic era where zombie apocalypse movies couldn't come up with any new tricks. As if mocking humanity's bewildered paranoia, Japan experienced its first major incident in human history that could not be suppressed by the government.

The OM virus—while the United States, busy fighting aliens, publicly revealed the culprit of this disaster, Japan had become a nation of one hundred million elementary school students (♂).

These tiny infected individuals, who appear as frivolous sluts or innocent bitches, had their minds destroyed, leaving only lust. They could only utter cute voices calling out things like "little penis" and "meat stick," and attack humans with genitals. Although their physical characteristics were indistinguishable from ordinary people, they would not carry out commands other than satisfying their sexual urges. Essentially, they were no different from zombies.

Because the incompetent United Nations was unable to make a decision on the sudden anomaly, and the United States was preoccupied with sending democracy and freedom to a neighboring planet, Japan's problem was temporarily dealt with through air and sea blockades and humanitarian aid.

"That little chicken virus doesn't survive long in the air, and it won't drift to neighboring countries!"

Since the Space Fleet Commander and everyone's favorite President Trump said so on Twitter, it should be fine, right? Thinking this, Northeast Asian countries began reporting suspected cases of the OM virus a month after Japan's demise.

"Fuck! Those little bitches have evolved!"

If even Samuel Jackson, who was building a space villa on the moon, made a rare statement, it was probably time for panic—while Northeast Asia was in chaos, the mutated virus was spreading across the ocean at an alarming rate.

June 18th, the epidemic broke out on the Korean Peninsula.

June 19th, Madagascar announced a nationwide lockdown.

June 25th, severe disasters were reported in Northeast China and coastal cities.

Finally, June 30th—Taiwan fell.

Fast forward slightly, to the seventh day after the island's fall, the first critical point faced by the survivors.

Over the past seven days, the remaining troops in various counties and cities have attempted to reclaim lost territory from the millions of lustful elementary school students. Unfortunately, with veteran soldiers transformed into alluring and fiery young girls, and bases reduced to mere inexperienced soldiers with only four months of service remaining, the counter-offensive has stalled. Even if a localized battle is won, the entire army is wiped out due to the virus released by the killed students. In other words, this is a war that cannot be won no matter how hard it is fought.

Those who have survived across Taiwan can only watch helplessly as their loved ones and those around them are infected and transformed into lewd, lustful elementary school students.

"Haaah…! Haaah…!"

Once infected, both men and women transform into blushing, panting hot girls within ten minutes.

"Meat… stick! Meat… stick ahhh!"

Their sense of smell is so acute that they can easily detect male genitalia that haven't been washed for over a day, and once they lock onto a target, they stare intently.

"Meat…! Meat…! " "Uncle, your penis...!" This phrase

possesses the bare minimum of language skills needed to lure prey, along with the sweet, alluring scent of a primary school student's sweat.

"I want...I want Uncle's penis! Ahh...! Haaah...!"

If trapped in an iron cage and unable to mate with their desired prey, they will masturbate their small, phimotic penis protruding from their hot pants or miniskirt, gushing out a large amount of virus-laden, cloudy semen.

"Puss...! Penis penis penis penis penis...! Ah ha...!"

The semen ejaculated through the phimotic penises of young boys is highly infectious; each milliliter of semen can infect an adult human within a 100-meter radius within one minute. With proper caressing, their bodies can ejaculate up to three to four milligrams of semen, suppressing the infection rate to within twenty seconds.

However, for those who had barely survived the devastating storm of infection, the truly terrifying thing wasn't these young boys who would spend tens of seconds masturbating to ejaculate their fill of semen, but a variant known as the "premature ejaculation type"

—whose masturbation only took five to ten seconds.

These premature ejaculation variants were the most feared type by those hiding in hiding. By the time they were discovered, there was often no time to formulate a countermeasure, and in the chaos, they were all brought down by the virus.

They only began to appear after the people on the island had endured a week of hardship in isolation from the outside world.

It was as if they were there to eradicate the survivors of this place.

"Cock... ooh... ah... Ayan's... cock..."

Suddenly, among these brightly dressed young boys who were hunting for penises with moaning and groaning sounds, a premature ejaculation variant who retained pre-infection consciousness was born.

At first, she simply opened her eyes.

Then she remembered her beloved fiancé in a flamboyant suit standing in front of her.

Then came the screaming wedding scene.

When he—or she—realized the fact that she was already dead, her mind, as if suddenly switched to an IE browser, became heavy and abnormally slow.

Only one thought could roam freely in her decaying brain:

"His penis..."

That was her fiancé's large, delicious cock, whose whereabouts were unknown.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Just thinking about it made her mouth water.

"Ugh...heh..."

A phimotic penis, dozens of times larger than a clitoris yet still undeniably childlike, stood erect.

"Yan...Yan's...penis...penis..."

His unnaturally hot body moved, following the scent of phallus he had detected, swaying as he staggered toward a direction still visible in his vision.

"Ugh! Chug! Chug! Chug! Plop, plop! Plop! Plop!"

Coming back to his senses, he found himself with a large, satisfyingly thick penis in his mouth.

"Semen...ah...semen...!"

"Hoo...! Hoo...! Ugh plop! Ugh! Ugh ah ah ah...!"

After drinking a large amount of foul-smelling middle-aged man's semen, and enjoying the numbing sensation in his decaying head, he gently collapsed between the legs of an unfamiliar middle-aged man, the phimotic penis sensitively releasing a second, slightly sweet and viscous white fluid. After the pleasure from the semen subsided, the screams that had sounded like dripping water to him vanished without a trace, and the warm , fatty thighs now resembled his own, slender legs encased in striped knee-high socks . He staggered to his feet, shaking his head

along with the new infected lying in the pool of blood, and soon they reached a tacit understanding. " Cock

-cock ... Or offer up his pink asshole, softer and juicier than fresh brains. "Ugh...! Gaga...!" Enjoying the fullness of being dominated by a strong penis. "Ugh... Ugh...?" Until the men, knowing they couldn't escape death, could no longer move their waists and collapsed with the cracking sound of bones breaking. Drip drip, drip drip. Following the sound of dripping water, he didn't need sleep or food. When his clothes got dirty or his shoes wore out, he would steal his companions'. Gradually, he became the best among the infected on this island, hunting the most humans and swallowing the most semen. When the land began to become pitted and uneven, it became difficult for them to find living survivors. The hunting targets also expanded from humans to different kinds of infected. "Meat... penis... penis..." Normal species. "Cock... Ugh... Hey..." Premature ejaculation mutant. "Big cock... big cock..." Megapenis-specialized species. "Butt... itchy... delicious..." Anal sex specialist. The four types of infected began attacking and stealing each other's semen. Since they didn't need to use language to seduce humans, they only uttered simple words, rushing to pounce on any species different from themselves. As the only conscious mutant on the island, he understood the meaning behind their attacks, because "other people's semen" was essential, just like his need for food and water when he was still human. Recognizing this as a necessity for survival, he abandoned his conscious control and joined the uncontrollable hybrid party, living a life of attacking his companions whenever he was conscious, and being attacked by them when he was tipsy. However, mutants and specialists were ultimately a minority among the infected. With the semen absorbed disproportionate to the physical strength deprived, many subspecies collapsed after a month. Even he himself almost died. "Cock...cock...woo..." His once sweet and alluring phimotic penis had been tortured by the common species to the point of a torn foreskin and a shrunken scrotum. In any case, premature ejaculation mutants were never suited for prolonged battles. So, he and some companions who no longer wanted to be tortured and drained of their semen by the common species left the hybrid territory. Among these companions were those he had attacked before, and those who, though unaware of the meaning of longing, harbored longing for him, their hunter; they were all subspecies whose brains seemed to still have a tiny bit of function. They quenched their thirst by attacking the common species lingering along their attack routes. If he regained his rationality before the attacks ended, he would capture a few common species that hadn't gone far, thus securing their meals. Common species captivity—this was the first time since becoming an infected that he had displayed a side of intelligence in his behavior. "Penis...! Penis...! Ah-ga...ga...!" Through continuously captivity of his companions, he successfully collected relevant data on the infected. For example, most common species will die if they don't ingest semen from another person for ten days, and continuous semen extraction during this period will accelerate their death. "Pee-pee! Ugh! Mmm! Pee-pee!" If semen is extracted and fed at the appropriate frequency, even the seemingly weakest individuals can live for more than sixty days, and the mental stress they experience is not as great. It works. Constructing a food chain exclusively for infected individuals through captivity—he was certain of this, and began establishing captive breeding models in various hybrid breeding circles. He reclassified the four species into common and subspecies, with each providing livestock to the other, thereby separating the infected individuals' sexual desire and will to survive. In this way, even if everyone wants to play with or be played with in their penises, it will remain at the stage of sexual desire, preventing each group mating from continuing until a large number of deaths and injuries occur. Furthermore, he selected outstanding livestock from various regions and opened canteens to commend circles with good captive breeding practices and low livestock mortality rates. To the infected who relied on instinct instead of thought, he was like a kind older sister who rewarded merit and forgave wrongdoing (♂), improving everyone's quality of life. Aimless wandering wasn't painful for the infected; they didn't have the mental capacity to process such negative emotions. But he felt it wasn't enough. Since opening the canteen, he'd found everyone quite receptive to the simple and convenient system, and conversations had shifted from mostly meaningless syllables to clear emotional fluctuations, creating a vibrant atmosphere everywhere. However, those adorable faces, beaming with smiles sweeter than flowers, seemed so incongruous with their filthy appearance. To dispel this awkwardness, he led everyone to the beach, riverbank, or swimming pool, teaching them how to wash themselves, and for the more quick-witted ones, he also taught them how to wash clothes. He also searched for usable buildings in each stronghold, cleaned them up, and then led the wandering infected to their accommodations. Introducing the concepts of cleanliness and comfortable living to those who have no fixed abode is incredibly difficult, but he didn't give up easily, and finally got his little sisters (♂) to accept this lifestyle. From now on, they won't have to get dirty and messy while hunting for food. As long as they shower regularly and stay in designated places, they can enjoy delicious semen. If they can also wash their clothes until they're sparkling clean, they can even enjoy a top-notch meal in the cafeteria. Most importantly—a clean body with a faint, fishy smell always seems to lift their spirits! "Cock! Cock! Ugh—!" "Cock, ah, ugh!" "Meatball! Hehehe!"

The atmosphere of everyone's conversation (?) changed from meaningless to cheerfully meaningless, with everyone nodding and swaying their heads happily!

Just as everyone was content with their new life of plenty and delicious food, he, who had been silently observing all this, had already begun to push forward the next phase of the transformation plan. Some infected who seemed particularly lively or well-behaved were gathered together and personally taught by him, the popular older sister (♂).

"Cute."

"Aww..."

"Cute.

"

"Cute."

"Cute...cute?"

Although the students did not have enough comprehension ability, they could still intuitively remember the sentences "will make everyone happy!" and "I think I will be happy too!" through simple repetition and sentence connection. Although the result was not very satisfactory to her, it at least greatly expanded the vocabulary circulating in each circle.

"Sister...sister's, penis, beautiful...!" "

Oh, oh ho ho! Penis oh ho ho!"

"Good...good morning? Penis, penis!"

"Cute!" "Cute! Chirp, chirp!"

Everyone's language learning is incredibly slow; even reaching the sophistication of sentences they once used to seduce humans is quite difficult. Why were they able to speak such complex sentences so easily back then, but now they can't even manage a simple conversation? He couldn't figure it out and was almost giving up.

Maybe grabbing another human to teach with would solve the problem.

Thinking of humans, a strong urge surged in his chest. These children around him were certainly adorable, but he hadn't been able to speak properly for a very long time. To satisfy his desire to speak, instead of looking to the children's future, it would be more practical to find the surviving humans.

Driven by a mixture of educational and personal motives, he launched his first large-scale search operation outside his territory. He could no longer measure the passage of time in human terms, only hoping that some humans who refused to give up and couldn't escape the island were still surviving in the shadows.

When his nose caught the long-lost pungent smell, the thrill of attacking humans surged through him, and he lost control—and satisfiedly gained several more companions. After repeating this process several times, he was finally able to coexist peacefully with the enticing scent of humans. He separated the three humans he had finally managed to capture, confiscating some gadgets he couldn't immediately recall; only when the group of children surrounding his spoils gasped in surprise did he remember that it seemed to be some kind of handheld game console. Judging from how everyone was scrambling to chew on the machine, it would probably break down quickly.

The first room held a man nearing forty, who hadn't bathed in at least several months; his mere odor was enough to arouse everyone in the building. This would probably be a good teaching material. Unfortunately, the man's mental state wasn't good; even with his limbs bound, he kept writhing on the floor and spitting at anyone who approached him.

He briefly described the scenery he had seen before his death, hoping to establish a human connection with the man, but sadly, these words went unheard by the frantically struggling man. So, before the ticking sound began, he left the room, letting his group of thirsty, almost insane companions rush in.

The second room held a man in his twenties, dressed in dirty camouflage, the stench beneath his clothes as strong as the previous man's. Blood trickled from his mouth, as if he had tried to bite his tongue but couldn't. He tried to sit down quietly beside him, but the man begged for mercy in fear.

He recounted his experiences as an infected, hoping for symbolic affirmation from the human before him, but his words were completely ignored by the hysterical soldier. The soldier, too, quickly disappeared into the throng of infected drawn by the scent.

The last room held a girl of similar age to the infected, emaciated, wearing a ripped pink dress, her palms and soles severely burned. He approached her without hope, but before he could speak, she suddenly bit his hand hard until blood seeped from the broken skin, then quietly licked her wounds like a puppy.

Even a child this age could be so desperate as to seek death… But it doesn't matter, once you become infected, the wounds on your hands and feet will disappear! Unpleasant memories will be forgotten! Most importantly, he'd never have to wear dirty, smelly, tattered clothes again. After his rebirth, he'd get cute and stylish tank tops and over-the-knee socks!

"Dick, dick, wooo—"

Even if the price was a brain rotting to the point of being practically an idiot—it was still better than his previous life, right?

The more he hunted down humans, the more despair like this arose. Although he occasionally encountered the refuge groups of his ideal, those humans weren't much better off than other severely distorted groups. Finally, he realized.

He could no longer find anyone to talk to.

And…

the human era was over.

The last thing he, as an infected person, could do for the survivors on this island was to completely eliminate them.

"Catch…caught…nothing."

"Sister…report."

"Ugh…penis, nothing…"

3 years and 225 days after the fall, humanity had completely disappeared from the island.

"Go report to Sister, Fetus…Fetus North? Fetus North Tower is complete." "

From today onwards, the sisters of Fetus North will also join the worship!"

"Little penis!" "Little penis!" "Little penis!" "Little penis!" "Little penis!"

5 years and 89 days after the fall, penis towers, symbols of faith, were erected all over the island.

"Type A and general species, please register at the local education tower before the day after tomorrow. Repeat, Type A and general species..." "

There are still 4,000 vacancies in the Urban Reconstruction Project. Sisters who don't want to study, please come to the construction tower first!" "

The latest flavor of semen juice is on sale! During the promotion period, you can exchange it for only two food vouchers!"

10 years and 300 days after the fall, following humanity, a new civilization finally blossomed.

Even though penis towers were built all over the world, a very small number of human survivors still vowed to defend the last pure land called Madagascar, believing that their companions in outer space would one day come to welcome them. However, neither President Trump of Mars (who is currently at war with the Venusians) nor Marshal Jackson of the Moon (busy filming the first movie on the moon) wanted to set foot on Earth again, which was teeming with the OM virus. Thus, humanity officially withdrew from the stage of Earth.

The OM calendar year 0, the history of six billion little cross-dressers, is now only beginning—The End

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