Thicker Than Water (1)
If you cover a zombie's eyes and ears, will it still attack a human? The result is just as I expected. If you're close by, it gets aggressive. If the distance increases, it shows no reaction. That means the range of its sense of smell isn't very wide. Well, that’s obvious enough, so let's leave it at that.
This time, I uncovered only the zombie's eyes and turned off all the lights in the lab. The zombie didn't immediately recognize the woman on the operating table. In other words, zombies don't see better in the dark. I punched the woman in the stomach. She let out a "Ugh!" and her body jerked. The zombie turned its head toward the sound. Then, it began to struggle. I thought it wouldn't see well because it was dark, but how did it see? Ah, is it because of those small LED lamps? Can it see movement if there's even a faint amount of light?
I covered all the LED lamps. The lab became pitch black. A place without a single window. A place where the outside was completely covered in soil. So, it was absolute darkness. To the point where I couldn't even see my own palms. Come to think of it, it’s a fairly chilling situation. Being in darkness where nothing can be seen, with one zombie and one tied-up woman. It’s a space where one could easily indulge in delusions—that the zombie might suddenly lunge and bite, or that the woman, who had been waiting for an opportunity, might pick the lock on her handcuffs and stab me with a blade. But I don't have that much of a delusional streak.
The zombie and the woman are both tied up, aren't they? They can't move an inch. So, I don't worry about such pathetic things. I’m not that timid.
I punched the woman in the stomach once more. "Ugh!" she groaned. Even though she's wearing a gas mask, the sound is quite loud. However, the zombie's ears are blocked. It can't hear the sound. The woman squirmed, but the zombie showed no reaction. It stayed still, making no sound at all. Actually, I don't know if it's staying still. I can't see well, either. But I can be sure that there's no reaction. If there were, it would have made a huge fuss, shouting, "It's a human!"
I turned the lights on. The zombie saw the woman and started throwing a fit. Yeah. That's how it would be. This reaction is correct. So, it's certain now. A zombie only attacks when several conditions are met. It confirms the target first with sight and hearing, judges whether it's a human or not, and then reveals its hostility. Now I'm sure. I guess I don't need to do experiments like this anymore.
I think for a moment, watching the zombie throwing a tantrum and the woman turning her head away as if she's horrified. I can't cover the eyes of every zombie. I can't block their ears, either. It might be possible with smoke grenades and loud noises, but that doesn't hold much meaning. In the end, for now, there's nothing better than lymph nodes. So, this line of experimentation is over. The next experiment will have to be done outside. I'll have to experiment while watching moving zombies. I'll do that slowly. From now on, the indoor experiments will be about reducing spore concentration. I'll have to use these four precious participants here to see some visible results.
Hmm. Before that, I have to do one thing. This is an experiment of sorts, too.
First, I go to where the culture media is hanging and check the STD test results.
Negative. Negative. Negative. Negative. Negative... Are STDs not that common? This is why you shouldn't watch communities too intently. Anyway, since I've confirmed that both women are free of STDs, I should be able to play with them to my heart's content.
I grabbed the Vaseline. Vaseline. It's a strange substance. It's mainly used for moisturizing, but the texture is quite erotic. So, I came to where the woman was with that Vaseline. And I untied the woman bound to the operating table.
When I untied her, she looked at me with strange eyes. Looking at me like that while wearing a gas mask feels a bit odd. Almost scary? Anyway, I didn't pay attention to that and unlocked one side of the handcuffs on her arm. Then, the woman became even more frightened. She probably has the same expression as a dog whose leash has been let go during a walk. Feeling anxious because her restraints were removed? I smirked and hooked the handcuffs onto a ring on the wall. Then I brought another pair of handcuffs, cuffed her other arm, and hooked that side to a ring on the wall as well. Now, the woman was standing against the wall with both arms spread out, completely naked, and only then did she look at me again with eyes full of hatred.
Interesting. Hatred returning the moment she's restrained again? Is that hatred selective?
I brought the Vaseline, scooped a generous amount onto my hands, and applied it to the woman's body. The woman shook her body as if it were unpleasant and made muffled sounds. But since her mouth is covered, I don't know what she's saying. Well, she's probably cursing. It's not like she'd be telling me she loves me.
"If you keep doing that, your wrists will get chafed. So stay still."
I said that and continued to apply Vaseline to the woman's body. Thickly. Generously. Past her neck and shoulders, I applied plenty to her arms as well. I even applied it to the handcuffs and her hands, and then I interlaced my fingers with hers. The woman looked at me with eyes full of hatred and disgust. As if I were revolting. Hmm. Even I think it would be revolting. What did she do to deserve this? She was just trying to live her life. But that's not my concern. So I keep applying the Vaseline. Her chest. Perhaps because her arms are spread wide, her breasts look exceptionally large. So, I lingered a bit longer when applying Vaseline to her chest. Honestly, the sensation of breasts covered in Vaseline is beyond words. It's on a crazy level. So, it wouldn't be strange for me to be acting like this. This must be normal.
Anyway, I applied Vaseline to her chest like that, and then to her waist and back. When I applied it to her back, I ended up in a position where I was hugging her. The woman turned her head away, wearing an expression as if bugs were crawling on her body. Whether she liked it or not, I finished applying it and now moved on to her lower body. Her pelvis and legs. As I meticulously applied it down to her feet, the woman looked a bit funny. Hmm. What do they call this kind of play? There was some kind of play where you make things all slippery like this, right? Anyway. The woman ended up covered in Vaseline from head to toe. In other words, the body odor emanating from her is trapped by the Vaseline and won't escape. She's wearing a gas mask, and there's no body odor coming from her. So, the zombie will be quite slow to perceive this woman. It will probably only recognize her as a human when it gets quite close.
I bring the zombie from the aquarium. And I try to push it toward the woman little by little. The woman, who had turned her head away as if horrified, watches the zombie out of the corner of her eye. As it gets closer, the look in her eyes visible inside the gas mask vividly expresses her horror. As I expected, the zombie only noticed she was human when it got really close and started to make a scene. But since it's a zombie without arms or legs, it's hard to call it a scene. Just... a minor tantrum? Well. That's enough. It's enough that I've confirmed it.
I did the experiment, but this won't be very useful. It's difficult to apply Vaseline all over the body. That would be hard. But what if there were something like a latex suit? If there were clothes made of rubber that could completely seal the body? Then it would be possible to hide the body odor. If we could just figure out the breathing part, the zombies wouldn't be able to notice a human's approach. Like a spacesuit or a diving suit? Ah, but not a diving suit. That would let air through. But where would I get something like a latex suit? An adult store? A place that sells cosplay costumes? I don't know. If it were before the world ended, I could have gotten it easily, but not now. So, it's better not to expect anything like latex. If I have it? Well, that's a good thing. But even if I do, I'll only have the women wear it. I don't even want to imagine a man wearing latex.
I put the zombie back in its place. And I thoroughly disinfect the lab. The woman watching me from the wall with both arms spread still glares at me with eyes full of hatred. I unlock one side of the handcuffs on the wall ring and cuff it to the woman's other arm. Then I completely unlocked the handcuffs on the other wall ring. The woman stands still, unable to do anything while covered in Vaseline. As I was taking such a woman to the bathroom in the lab, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
The encounter with the zombie was only for a very brief moment. The contamination concentration must be almost non-existent. It wasn't even direct contact. So, I feel it's a bit of a waste to just wash this off as is. The sensation earlier was good, wasn't it? Besides, the STD tests were all negative.
First, I take her to the bathroom. And I cuff one side of the handcuffs to the chain between the woman's handcuffs and hook the other side to the towel rack. The woman is left standing with both arms touching the wall, her hips pushed back. I take off that woman's gas mask. I took off my gas mask, too.
"Phew."
Taking off the gas mask makes me feel like I can breathe again. I wear the gas mask to avoid contamination, but I can't help the discomfort. Still, I have to wear it to survive. What can I do? After a moment of hesitation, I peeled the tape off the woman's mouth. "Puh-ha!" the woman exhaled. And immediately, curses followed.
"You crazy bastard!"
A clumsy shout. She's even clumsy at expressing her hatred. She should be cursing me, not just shouting. I should have been the one who was crazy, not her. I should be the one acting terrifyingly insane. I took off my clothes. When I took off my clothes, the woman who had been watching me turned her head away in panic.
"Y-you son of a bitch! Don't! I'll kill you! I won't let you get away with this!"
Still clumsy threats. So it sounds rather cute. The fact that this sounds cute must mean I'm not in my right mind. But that's how I felt.
Completely naked, I pressed my body tightly against the woman's back. Vaseline covered my body, too. A strange sensation. At the same time, I touched the woman's breasts with both hands. The sensation I felt earlier returned, and I enjoyed the thrilling stimulation.
"Fuck! Get your hands off! Get away! You dog-like bastard!"
She keeps cursing, but... sigh... she's really bad at cursing. She must not know many curses. She must not have lived her life cursing much. There's no vibe.
"Don't wiggle like that. I told you, your wrists will get chafed."
I said that and lifted one of the woman's legs. Then I rubbed my fully erect cock between the woman's legs.
"Don't do it! Ah, no... sob."
Eventually, the woman started to cry. No, she's crying? Instead of cursing more? And I soon found out the reason. My cock slid into the woman's pussy thanks to the Vaseline. But along with a slightly warm sensation, a single drop of blood fell onto the floor.
"Blood?"
The woman kept crying, and I pulled my cock out, dumbfounded. This isn't blood from a wound. So... it must be virgin blood.
No, she's a virgin? Then what about that man? Weren't they a couple? This... I don't quite understand.