Searching for Chicks at the End of the World

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Senior, 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!"
『Meat stick--meat stick--』
"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?"
『Meat stick--』『Meat stick!』『Little penis--』『Pee--』
"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?"
『Meat stick, meat stick!』『Mmm! Chuchu! Chulu!』『Chuchu! Chululu! Slurp lurp! "
Ishida! Don't let those guys suck you until you ejaculate!"
"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 brains 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.
Due to the incompetent United Nations' inability to make a decision on the sudden anomaly, and the United States' eagerness to send democracy and freedom to a neighboring planet, Japan's problem was temporarily dealt with through naval and air 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 at an alarming rate across the ocean.
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, because the seasoned veterans have all transformed into alluring and fiery students, the bases are left with only a handful of inexperienced soldiers with four-month service terms, driving tanks like trucks. The counter-offensive has stalled. Even if a local battle is won, the entire army is wiped out due to the massive 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 survived across Taiwan can only watch helplessly as their relatives and those around them are infected by the virus, turning into lewd and 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 and isolation from the outside world.
It was as if they were there to eradicate the survivors of this place.
"Cock... ooh... ah... Ah Yan'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 that he or she was already dead, their mind was like a browser suddenly switched to IE, working heavily and unusually slowly.
Only one thought could roam freely in her decaying brain.
"His penis..."
That was her fiancé's huge, delicious cock, which she didn't know where it was.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Her mouth watered at the thought.
"Ugh...heh..."
His phimotic penis, dozens of times larger than a clitoris, yet still so childlike, stood erect adorably.
"Yan...Yan's...penis...penis..."
Her unbearably hot body moved, following the scent of phallus she had caught, swaying and staggering towards a direction still visible in her vision.
"Mmm! Chug! Chug! Chug! Plop, plop! Plop! Plop!"
Coming to her senses, she found herself with a huge, satisfying cock in her mouth.
"Semen...ahh...semen...!" "
Hoo...! Hoo...! Ugh! Ugh! Ughhhhh...!"
Having swallowed 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 a stranger, his phimotic penis sensitively releasing a second, slightly sweet, viscous white fluid. After the pleasure from the semen subsided, the screams that had sounded like dripping water to him disappeared, and the warm , fatty thighs became slender, striped knee-high socks, just like his own.
He staggered to his feet, shaking his head along with the newly infected creature lying in the pool of blood. Soon, they reached a consensus as companions.
"Cock-cock-cock-cock-
cock-cock-cock-cock-cock-cock-cock-cock-ooh-ooh-
cock ...
Drip, drip.
Simply because the sound was so pleasant, he swayed his body more actively, arriving at the prey's hiding place before any of his companions.
"Cock...found!"
Then he surrendered everything to the sudden burst of oral sex desire.
"Cock...want...want...to merge...?"
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.
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' to wear. Gradually, he became the best among the infected on this island, hunting the most humans and swallowing the most semen.
As the land became increasingly cratered, finding living survivors became increasingly difficult, and their prey expanded from humans to different types of infected individuals.
"Meat...meat stick...meat stick..."
(Common type).
"Cock...woo-heh...heh-heh..."
(Premature ejaculation mutant).
"Big cock...big cock..."
(Mega penis specialized type).
"Butt...itchy...tasty..." (
Anal sex specialized type).
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 attack 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 as he needed food and water when he was 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 in a daze.
However, whether mutants or specialized species, they were ultimately a minority among the infected. With the amount of semen absorbed disproportionate to the amount of physical strength deprived, many subspecies collapsed within a month. Even he himself nearly died.
"Cock...cock...ooh..."
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. Therefore, he and some companions who no longer wanted to be tortured and drained of their semen by the common species left the hybridization area. 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—all subspecies whose minds seemed to still have a tiny bit of function.
They quenched their thirst by attacking the common species lingering along their path. 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.
The first time he had displayed intelligence in his behavior patterns since becoming an infected person was through the practice of keeping ordinary species in captivity.
"Penis...! Penis...! Ah... Ah...!"
Through the continuous keeping of his companions in captivity, he successfully collected data on the infected. For example, most ordinary species would die if they didn't ingest semen within ten days; continuous semen extraction would accelerate their death.
"Cock! Ugh! Hmm! Cock!"
If semen was extracted and fed at the appropriate frequency, even the seemingly weakest individuals could live for over sixty days, and the mental stress they experienced was not as great.
It worked.
Constructing a unique food chain for the infected through captivity—he was certain of this, and began establishing captivity models within various hybridization circles.
He reclassified the four species into ordinary and subspecies, with each providing livestock to the other, thereby separating the infected's sexual behavior from their will to survive. In this way, even if people wanted to play with or have their penises played with, it would remain at the stage of seeking pleasure, preventing group sex from continuing until a large number of people died each time.
Furthermore, he selected outstanding livestock from various regions and opened a canteen to reward pens that did a good job of domestication and had fewer livestock deaths. To those infected who relied on instinct instead of thought, he was like a kind older sister who rewarded merit and forgave mistakes (♂), improving everyone's quality of life.
Aimless wandering wasn't painful for the infected; they didn't have the brain capacity to process such negative emotions. However, he felt it wasn't enough. Since opening the canteen, he found that everyone readily accepted the simple and convenient mechanism, and conversations changed from mostly meaningless syllables to having clear emotional fluctuations, creating a vibrant atmosphere everywhere. However, those cute faces, radiating smiles sweeter than flowers, seemed so incongruous with their dirty and smelly appearance.
To remove this thorn, he led everyone to the beach, riverbank, or swimming pool, teaching them how to wash their bodies clean. For those who were more quick-witted, he also taught them how to wash their clothes. He also searched for usable buildings in each stronghold, cleaned them up, and then led the wandering infected to stay there. Introducing the concepts of cleanliness and accommodation to these homeless people was extremely difficult, but he didn't give up easily, and finally got his little sisters (♂) to accept this lifestyle.
From now on, they no longer needed to get dirty while hunting.
As long as they showered regularly and stayed in designated places, they could enjoy delicious semen.
If they could also wash their clothes until they were sparkling clean, they could even enjoy a top-notch meal in the cafeteria.
Most importantly—a clean body with a faint, fishy smell always seemed 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 satisfied 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 people who seemed particularly lively or well-behaved were gathered together and personally taught by him, the popular older sister (♂).
"Cute."
"Poor...sad..."
"Cute."
"Ko...waaa!"
"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 hoho! Penis oh hoho!" "
Good...good morning? Penis, penis!" "
Cute! Cute! Chirp, chirp chirp!"
The children's language learning was incredibly slow; even reaching the sophistication of sentences they once used to seduce humans was extremely difficult. Why could they so easily utter such complex sentences back then, yet now they couldn't even manage simple conversations? He couldn't understand it, and was almost ready to give up.
Perhaps grabbing another human to teach with would solve the problem.
Thinking of humans, a strong urge surged within him. These children were undeniably adorable, but he hadn't been able to speak properly in a very long time. To satisfy his desire to speak, rather than looking to the children's future, perhaps it was 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 controlled territory. He could no longer measure the passage of time in human terms; he could only hope that some humans, unwilling to give up and unable to escape the island, were still clinging to life in the shadows.
When his nose caught the long-lost pungent, fishy smell, the thrill of attacking humans surged through him, and he lost control—yet satisfied, he gained several more companions. After repeating this 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 it was something like a 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 he left the room before the ticking started, letting his thirsty, almost frantic companions rush in.
The second room held a man in his twenties, wearing dirty camouflage, the smell beneath his clothes as strong as the previous man's. Blood trickled from the man's mouth, as if he had tried to bite his tongue but couldn't. He tried to sit down quietly next to him, but the man was still terrified and begged for mercy.
He talked about what he had done since becoming an infected, hoping to gain symbolic affirmation from the human before him, but his words were completely ignored by the hysterical soldiers. As a result, the soldier also quickly disappeared among the large number of infected who had come drawn by the scent.
The last room held a girl of similar age to the infected, emaciated, wearing a ripped pink dress, with severe burns on her palms and soles. He approached the girl without hope, but before he could speak, she suddenly bit his hand hard until blood seeped from the broken skin, then she quietly licked the wound like a puppy.
Even children this age are so desperate they want to die... But it's okay, once you become infected, the wounds on your hands and feet will disappear! Unpleasant memories will be forgotten! Most importantly, you'll never have to wear dirty, smelly, tattered clothes again; after being reborn, you can get cute and stylish tank tops and over-the-knee socks!
"Dick, dick, ugh—"
Although the price is a brain rotting to the point of being no different from an idiot—it's still better than your original life, right?
The more humans are hunted down, the more despair like this there is. Although he occasionally encounters the refuge groups of his ideal, the situation of those humans is not much better than that of other severely distorted groups. Finally, he realized.
He could no longer find anyone to talk to.
And...
the era of humans was over.
The last thing he, as an infected, 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, humans completely disappeared from the island.
"Go report to your elder sister, Tai... Taibei? The Taibei Tower is complete." "
Starting today, the sisters of Taibei will also join in the worship!"
"Little penis!" "Little penis!" "Little penis!" "Little penis!" "Little penis!"
5 years and 89 days after the fall, towers of penises, symbols of faith, were erected throughout the island.
"Type A and general types, please register at the local education towers before the day after tomorrow. Repeat, Type A and general types..." "
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 just two food vouchers!"
10 years and 300 days after the fall, following humanity, a new civilization finally blossomed.
Even with towers of flesh erected all over the world, a tiny minority of human survivors still swore to defend Madagascar, the last sanctuary, believing that their companions in outer space would one day come to greet them. However, neither President Trump of Mars (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, a planet 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 beginning—
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