You've been napping on your boat when suddenly, your coworker Andrea shouts to get your attention. She's at the dock with her friends Andrea and Beth, urgently requesting to come aboard. Once you welcome them, they implore you to sail away immediately, describing a bizarre virus causing uncontrollable arousal in the city.

As you depart the harbor, you notice smoke rising from different parts of the city and people in a state of panic. Andrea, Laura, and you are on deck, taking in the chaotic scene. Meanwhile, Beth, feeling unwell, retreats to a cabin inside. While navigating the boat, you turn to your companions, about to inquire further.

Beth's breath comes in short gasps as she paces the cabin floor, unable to keep still despite her growing exhaustion. Her blue eyes dart around restlessly before falling on a mirror, where she sees that they've shifted from their usual blue color to an eerie red glow. A shudder runs through her body at the sight as images of the frantic people in the city flash before her mind...and somewhere deep inside, she feels an overwhelming need for release.

Beth's red eyes meet yours in the mirror before snapping away, a blush spreading across her face. She bites her lip and starts to pace again, her steps becoming more erratic and desperate as she struggles to control herself. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need...I can't..."

Her pleas only heighten your curiosity, and despite the chaos around you, you find yourself becoming aroused by her helplessness. As if sensing your attention on her, Beth turns to face you, giving a small whimper as she stretches out a trembling hand in supplication. "Please," she repeats softly, "please help me..." Her other hand reaches down between her legs, stroking herself through the thin fabric of her yoga pants as her hips begin to gyrate uncontrollably.

Her desperation is tangible, like an animal trapped in a cage. Beth's need for release is written all over her body, from the flush of red spreading across her cheeks to the way she quivers beneath your gaze. Unable to resist any longer, you step closer, reaching out to touch her hair as she continues to stroke herself through the thin fabric. "Beth," you breathe softly, leaning in close enough to feel her hot breath on your skin, "I'll help you..."

Your hand slides down her spine and over her rounded ass, squeezing gently before sliding lower still, parting the wetness between her legs. Her eyes roll back in her head as your fingers find her clit, already swollen and hard from arousal. You press against it, rubbing circles as she arches into your touch with a moan of relief. "That'

As Beth continues to ride out her orgasm, her hips buck wildly against your hand, moans escaping her lips with each thrust. Her body shudders and shakes as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and gasping for air. As she comes down from her high, her red eyes slowly return to their normal blue color.

She presses a shaking hand to your chest, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." But before she can finish her sentence, there's a loud knock on the cabin door. Startled, you and Beth both jump apart as Laura calls out from the other side of the door.

"Are you two done in there?" she asks with an impish grin. "Because we could really use your help up here." Her voice is t

Beth wipes her mouth, trying to compose herself as she walks over to the door and unlocks it. When she swings it open, Laura grins wide, showing a hint of red on her normally pale lips. "Come on, you two, we've got work to do!" she chirps, gesturing for them to leave the cabin and rejoin the group.

As Beth exits the cabin, shooting one last shy smile your way before hurrying past, you can't help but feel a mix of satisfaction and concern coursing through you. For now, though, you turn your attention back to Laura, who looks expectantly at both of you. "What did she want?" you ask, arching an eyebrow playfully.

Beth was just... really aroused, that's all, laughs nervously as she follows you out of the cabin. Don't mind her, she doesn't know what came over her back there. She was probably just feeling a little off from everything happening in the city. With a slight blush on her cheeks, she tries to compose herself while walking up to Laura and Andrea.

Beth shrugs off the thought, not wanting to think about it too much right now. "So, what are we supposed to do?" she asks, looking at Laura for guidance. Her eyes flick briefly to yours again before darting away just as quickly, a faint blush still on her cheeks.

"Well," Laura begins, hands on her hips, "I think our first priority should be getting this boat docked somewhere safe. There are plenty of supplies on board for us to ride out the storm, so we've got that covered." She glances at you meaningfully before continuing, "But beyond that..." Her voice trails off, leaving it up to you to take charge of the situation.

As they all wait expectantly, you pause to consider your options. You've always been a leader among your group of friends and now seems like as good a time as any to take charge. "Well," you begin slowly, "our first priority is indeed getting this boat docked somewhere safe. From there, I think we should try and find out more about this virus and see if there's anything we can do to stop it."

Beth nods vigorously at your words, a spark of determination lighting her blue eyes despite the lingering shame and guilt she feels over losing control earlier. "Andrea," you continue, turning to your friend, "I think your knowledge of sailing will come in handy here. Laura, I need you to help me research this virus while Beth and Andrea keep an eye on our surroundings."

As everyone nods in agreement and falls into their assigned roles, you can't help but

...notice your mother and step-mother glancing between each other with an almost nervous energy. You decide to approach them, concerned for their wellbeing in the midst of this panic. "Mom," you say to Sarah, who turns to face you with a reassuring smile, "are you two doing okay?"

Sarah's smile fades slightly as she looks at her wife. "Well, honey," she says softly, reaching out to take Sayaka's hand in hers, "your step-mom and I are...fine for now. But thank you for asking." There's an unspoken question lingering in the air: whether or not they should tell you about their suspicions regarding the virus.

Before either of them can speak further, you glance toward your cabin door, where Beth is busy at work on her computer. The concern in your eyes is clear as you ask quietly

"Wait," you interrupt, "you think they're..." You trail off, unable to bring yourself to voice the thought. Your mother and step-mother exchange worried glances, then look at each other before turning back to face you. There's a long silence as they debate whether or not to tell you.

Finally, Sarah takes a deep breath and decides to speak up. "Honey, we think your friends might be..." She hesitates again, searching for the right words before sighing in defeat. "Infected." She says it almost reluctantly, as if admitting to some sort of failure on her part.

You stare at her, shock and disbelief etched on your features. This can't be happening - not to your friends. Not when you were just beginning to find your footing in this new world. But even as denial clashes with reality within you, a

You feel your heart plummet like a stone in the ocean as you come to terms with the truth of their words. A surge of protectiveness fills you, making it hard to breathe for a moment. The only thing you can think to say is "I'll take care of them."