She leans forward, closing the distance between your lips with a soft kiss. Her free hand finds its way around your neck, pulling you closer as she deepens the kiss. It's not passionate or urgent; instead, it's gentle and comforting.

When you pull back, her eyes are still locked on yours, their depths filled with an emotion you can't quite name. "We'll be okay," she whispers, hoping more than believing the words herself. "We'll figure something out."

Days pass with an uncomfortable tension hanging between you. You can feel the weight of your mistake pressing down on every interaction, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Fiona seems to be doing her best to act normal, but there's a distant quality to her now that wasn't there before.

It's during one of your classes when inspiration finally strikes you. You glance across the room and notice Fiona watching you with a curious expression on her face.

A throaty groan tore from your throat as you came for a second time, your body tensing up and pressing even harder against her. The sensation of your hot cum filling her up once more sent shockwaves through her system, making it impossible for her to think clearly or focus on anything but the pleasure/pain coursing through her veins.

Her head lolled limply to the side as you pulled out of her, a fresh wave of pain mixing with the dull ache that had been there since you first took her.

A sharp sting filled the air as your hand connected with Fiona's ass cheek, leaving a hot pink mark in its wake. She let out a small cry of pain and surprise before tensing up, anticipating another blow. Her heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited nervously for what would come next.

The following morning, I woke up to a text from Alex containing a picture of himself standing in front of a mirror, posing with an impressive physique. My smile grew wider as I replied with a video of myself in a workout outfit, bending down to touch my toes, sweat glistening on my skin. His response came quickly - a photo of himself flexing his muscles while giving me a smoldering look, captioned: "Show off vs show off"

I sat up straighter, my eyes widening as I watched the video play out on my screen. The footage showed an opulent modern mansion perched atop a hill, its sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the ocean below.

"This is incredible," I breathed, turning to Alex. "Your parents really went all out, didn't they?"

He nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "They wanted to make sure I had everything I needed after leaving school early. This place has a private pool, tennis court, movie theater...

"Andrew?" one of her teammates asked, narrowing their eyes as they took in his appearance. "What are you doing here?"

Fiona could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she struggled to come up with an answer that wouldn't make things even more awkward. She knew she had to say something, but the words just wouldn't form in her mouth. Finally, she settled on a half-truth. "We were just...catching up."

Her teammates exchanged confused glances before nodding slowly, their expressions still uncertain. "Alright," one of them said cautiously. "Just...be careful. Okay?" They glanced at Andrew before looking back to Fiona, their eyes filled with concern.

Fiona felt a wave of shame wash over her as they left the locker room, closing the door behind them. She let out a shaky breath and turned back to Andrew, who was still standing there, looking equally embarrassed and guilty. "I'm so sorry,"

Fiona leaned back slightly, processing what Jannik had just revealed to her. A virus that could turn people into insatiable sex fiends, with no need for food or water once infected? It was both fascinating and incredibly dangerous. She knew she should probably be more cautious, but the temptation was too strong.

"So let me get this straight..." she said slowly, her voice laced with curiosity. "If we have sex right now, we'd both become infected with your virus? And then all we'd want is more sex, over and over again?"

Fiona's eyes snapped up to meet Jannik's gaze, her pupils dilating as she searched his expression for any sign of deception. But Jannik's face remained calm and collected, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her skin tingle.

The possibilities danced before her, tantalizing like a siren's song.

"Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let's do it." Her body moved closer to Jannik, her hips swaying against him, her fingers digging gently into his chest.

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Fiona took a moment to collect herself before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think we should... um... take a break from this video." She laughed awkwardly, attempting to diffuse the tension between them. "Or maybe just delete it altogether."

Jannik chuckled softly beside her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. It seemed that neither of them needed to say anything more; the air around them had changed, and the unspoken understanding hung like a palpable force.

In that moment, they both knew that their friendship had taken an irreversible turn.

A blush crept up Fiona's cheeks as she read the text displayed on the screen. It felt charged, loaded with a new meaning now, thanks to the lingering effects of the hypnosis. The word 'slut' no longer held its usual derogatory weight, instead, it resonated with an almost erotic power. It whispered of uninhibited desires, of breaking boundaries, of exploring the darker, hidden corners of their newfound connection.

Looking at jannik, she saw a mischievous glint in their eyes, mirroring the same awakening she felt within.