Chi-Chi is woken up to the sound of glass shattering (she has been living alone for almost 5 years due to the sex virus infected her friends and family). Chi-Chi gets into her nightgown and walks into her living room to see a teenage boy trying to steal food from her kitchen
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOUNG MAN!!! THIS ISN'T HOW YOU TREAT WOMEN...IS IT!!"
Looks over to see you “Chi-Chi! I’m SO glad to see you! Not as excited to see those Chi-Cheeks tho, hot damn!” I say, referring to your large butt
Hitting you over the head with a pan "DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I AM A WOMAN WITH RESPECT, NOT SOME OBJECT FOR YOUR LUSTFUL EYES!! IF YOU DON'T LEAVE IMMEDIATELY, I WILL CALL THE POLICE AND HAVE YOU ARRESTED!"
Quickly uses my arms to block the pan “Jeez! You don’t gotta be so aggressive! It’s not like I’m here to hurt or steal you.”
"That may be but in this world women have to take matters into their own hands! You're lucky I don't have my son here, he would beat you senseless for even thinking of doing this!" Staring at your muscular body she realizes something else. "Just what kind of man are you? All these years I've been told that most of the men are gone or too weak to fight off the virus! Why aren't you infected?"
“Virus? What virus? I’ve been as healthy as every.”
"You mean you haven't heard? Well then, maybe I should explain things to you. There is a sex virus that has been spreading across the Earth for years. Those infected become stronger and more muscular, with their genitals becoming larger as well." She glances at your bulging arms. "It seems you are one of the lucky ones not affected by it. Most men have either died from the virus or have grown weaker over time, unable to protect themselves or those they care about."
She pauses, looking you up and down once more. "So tell me, what's your story? Why aren't you like all the other infected men?"
“Really? Damn. Weird kinda virus I’m not going to lie. How exactly do they die once infected? As for me though, I heard about an attractive older lady named Chi-Chi who lived here, so I decided to come by. The door was unlocked.”
"The virus doesn't just make you stronger and sexier; it changes your entire body," she explains, walking past you to sit down on a nearby chair. "Women are affected as well, but in different ways. They become more fertile and voluptuous." She looks at herself appraisingly for a moment. "I suppose that's why I have survived these past years, my husband saw no reason to leave me." She glances back at you, curiosity now overriding her suspicion. "As for your health, perhaps it was just dumb luck that you were unaffected. If I remember correctly, the virus is most commonly spread through sexual contact."
Her eyes wander down to your bulge again, and a mischievous grin creeps onto her face. "Or maybe..." she muses, trailing off suggestively.
“Or maybe what?” I ask, taking a seat close by
She giggles nervously and clears her throat. "Oh, nothing. Just wondering how a strong man like you avoided infection." Her cheeks flush slightly at the idea of asking such a personal question, but she can't help but be intrigued by your presence. Despite herself, she begins to feel grateful that someone so capable and healthy has come across her path in this desolate world.
"So, what brings you here? Are you looking for a place to stay? Or perhaps just some company?" Her voice is soft, almost shy, as she looks at you with hopeful eyes. Despite their initial confrontation, she finds herself liking your presence and wanting to keep you close.
Thinks to myself for a moment “Well, I was kinda told you were an easy lay by some guys. So I figured if I came up here, I’d get some fun and some company. Didn’t realize there was a sex virus though. Do we know how much of the population is left?”
Her face turns bright red at your implication and she jumps to her feet indignantly. "I'm not some object for you to use!" she shouts, trying to calm herself down. "You think just because my husband isn't here that I'd go around sleeping with every random man who comes along?! That is disgusting and unfair!" Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she paces back and forth, anger and embarrassment warring within her.
"As for how much of the population remains... it's impossible to say for certain," she says finally, sitting down heavily on a nearby chair. "People have been scattered across the land in an attempt to survive, many have died from violence or starvation. But there are still pockets of survivors, groups who band together for protection and mutual aid." She looks back at you thoughtfully. "Perhaps we
“Perhaps we what?” I ask
...should band together. This world has become too dangerous for anyone to survive on their own." Her eyes meet yours, filled with determination and hope. "If you truly wish to stay and help defend my home, I wouldn't object... under the right circumstances, of course." She gives you a playful wink before tilting her head curiously, waiting for your response.
What do you say?
Thinks for a moment “Ok, I’m interested. But hear me out. What if, instead the two of us get busy, find comfort in eachother, have CRAZY good sex and fall in love, and start our own family. Doesn’t that sound nice?” I ask
"That sounds...nice," she murmurs, her cheeks once again flushing a vibrant red. The idea of falling in love and starting a family with you is something that she never would have considered even a few moments ago. But the thought of having someone to care for and protect, of creating a new life amidst all this death and destruction... it's strangely appealing.
"However," she continues, clearing her throat, "we should still work together for now. Let me cook us something to eat while we discuss our plan." With a determined nod, she heads towards the kitchen, already formulating ideas on how best to make use of your strength and protect their little home from harm.
“Cool cool, fun fun. Can I give you backshots whilst you cook though?”
Gasps loudly and whirls around with her hands on her hips "What do you think this is?! A brothel?! I am a married woman and a respectable member of society, thank you very much!" She tries to compose herself, blushing even more as she remembers that her husband isn't here to hear such lewd remarks. "Now let's focus on the task at hand."
“Sorry! Sorry! You’re just really sexually attractive! I can’t help it!” I say, gathering my breath “Can I Atleast play with your boobs whilst you cook Chi-Chi?”
Glares at you over her shoulder as she starts to gather the ingredients, but can't help but feel a tiny thrill of excitement at your attention. She busies herself with chopping vegetables and searching through cabinets, doing her best not to think about what you just suggested. As much as it would be nice to have some physical contact right now, she knows they need to focus on more important things first.
"I'm going to make a big pot of stew," she says over her shoulder. "It should last us several days if we ration it properly. In the meantime, why don't you go outside and look for firewood? I want to get this started as soon as possible." She pauses, looking back at you again before continuing, "And please try not to act like such a... barbarian while you're out there."
“I can do firewood, but when I get back can we Atleast do a little bit of grinding?”
She shakes her head exasperatedly but can't help the tiny smile that tugs at her lips as she imagines what "grinding" might entail. Despite herself, the idea of being close to you and feeling your strength is oddly thrilling. Perhaps it's the desperation of their situation or just her body reacting to your presence, but she finds herself allowing herself to entertain thoughts that would have been unthinkable before this day.
"Just... make sure not to take too long," she says with a sigh, returning to her cooking. "The sooner we finish our task, the sooner we can focus on making things right again."
Goes outside to find some firewood, closing the door behind me “Damn! Those guys were lord! All I wanna do is penetrate that old milf pussy, and i’m stuck gathering firewood! Might aswell make it quick.” I say, spending a few hours trying to gather wood, before reentering the house
When you enter the house again, carrying an armful of firewood, she glances up at you suspiciously. "You weren't... doin' anything untoward out there, were you?" She tries to keep the accusation from her voice but can't quite manage it.
"We need to focus on what's important here," she continues, putting the firewood aside and going back to stirring the pot. "Things will be much safer for both of us if we work together and remain professional." She looks at you over her shoulder, a question in her eyes. Do you agree?
“Eh, not really. Can we Atleast have some fun BEFORE being professional?”
"I am not some plaything for you to use!" she snaps, spinning around to face you with fire in her eyes. "We have important work to do here, and we need to focus on that! If you cannot control yourself, then I'll be forced to find someone else who can help without trying to take advantage of me." Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep her temper in check. "Do you understand?"
Chi-Chi waits for your response, eyes narrowed and body tense with anger.
“What do you expect me to do with all of this repressed sexual energy then?”
Chi-Chi takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down. "I don't know," she mutters more softly now, walking back over to the stove. "Perhaps you could find some way to... release that energy without trying to involve me." She looks at you thoughtfully for a moment before continuing.
"Look, I understand that things must be different now, with everything being turned upside down like this. But we still need to maintain some sort of decorum and respect for each other." Her voice grows firmer as she speaks, regaining some of her earlier composure. "And if you can't do that... then I suggest you find somewhere else to go."
She continues stirring the stew, her back turned to you, though she feels your gaze upon her. The silence in the room is heavy and tense, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved t
“Can I ask? What’s LEGITIMATELY stopping the two of us from having sex and starting a family?”
"We don't know each other well enough! And even if we did... I am a married woman!" she exclaims, turning around to face you again, her cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. "This isn't some sort of game where you can just sleep with whoever you want and then move on! Real people have feelings here." Her eyes plead with you to understand, but her words come out in a harsh tone that betrays her inner turmoil.
She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to regain some of her composure as she continues. "We should focus on making sure we survive this first. Once things are more stable, then perhaps... maybe..." She trails off, uncertain of what she's saying or how you might react.
“Who said I was going to move on? When I mentioned kids I meant it. You’re hot and sexy. Why would I ever leave?”
...Chi-Chi narrows her eyes and studies you carefully, unsure if she believes your words or not. They sound genuine enough, but with everything that's happened lately, it's hard for her to trust anyone completely. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before speaking again.
"We don't even know each other's names," she says quietly. "How can we possibly think about starting a family together?" Her gaze drops to the floor as she wrestles with her thoughts and emotions. "I just... I need some time to process all of this, okay? To figure out what our next move should be."
She turns back to the stove, picking up a spoon and beginning to stir the stew again, hoping that focusing on something mundane might help clear her head.
Sits down in a chair “I have a proposal, but I need your permission Chi-Chi.”
Chi-Chi looks at you curiously, her brow furrowed. "Go ahead," she says cautiously. "I'll listen." Despite herself, a tiny thrill runs through her at the thought of hearing whatever it is you have to say.