Chapter 370: A ’Truth’ About Mutation
"Why?’ Laz asked, playfully acting innocent.
"BECAUASE YOU JUST VIOLATED THAT GIRL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!"
"Really? I kind of got the impression that it was what she wanted..." Laz turned back to the now sleeping Renee who had a slight smile on her face.
"Easy. EASY. CALM DOWN CELES!" Gretchen said, holding back her grand-daughter as though their lives depended on it.
"Sigh. Look. This woman has been on the run, scared and then basically worrying every minute of the day since she got here. After my energy was introduced to her, it acted like an aphrodisiac and well, to be honest, if I didn’t help her, she would have just helped herself. Either way, she’s now more relaxed than she’s been in a while and healthy as well. Besides, we are all adults here, aren’t we? It’s not like you’re a virgin or something, right?" Laz said, looking at Celes. Honestly, it didn’t mean anything to him to help Renee relax in this way since it is just human nature. But based on Celes’ reaction, it was like he violated some sort of hidden taboo.
Hearing Laz’s words, Celes immedately stopped fighting and turned a dark shade of red while looking away and uncomfortable.
"Oh my god... you’re kidding, right? You’re in your twenties and you haven’t yet....?"
"SHUT UP, RIGHT NOW!" Celes voice was like a measured scream, both loud and focused at the same time.
Laz was shocked and yet impressed at the same time. Celes’ beauty would be rated top class pretty much anywhere so there had to be tons of guys gunning for her. And yet despite this, she was able to to remain a virgin all the same.
"Alright. Consider me impressed."
"We’ve been here since things started getting crazy six years ago. Because of that and the fact that my granddaughter just turned twenty, she hasn’t had many interactions with boys... yet." Gretchen informed Laz, despite Celes telling her to shut up repeatedly.
"No. No. Honestly, that’s still kind of amazing. But that aside, you’re still human right? Haven’t you ever... what do you call it? Finger blasted yourself?" Laz ducked as a candle stick came right at his face.
"You’d like to know that, wouldn’t you? You... you... male slut!"
"Hey now. I will have you know I’ve only slept with...one... two... I only actually slept beside her so that doesn’t count... uh... nine women in my life. So how can that be slut like? Honestly..."
"And how many of them were at the same time as one another?" Gretchen, the experienced woman asked, clearly reading Laz like a book.
"Doesn’t mean I can count them twice, now can I?"
"Nope. Actually, I’m rather impressed myself for such a young man.... Makes me want too..."
"OH MY GOD GRANDMA... STOP."
"Hey! You’re still pretty fine like an aged wine. I’m not saying my answer would be no..." Laz joked back.
"UGH. FORGET IT. I’M DONE HERE," Celes complained just as Wilma came back with some clothes. Celes and Wilma then helped Renee dress and Celes carried her back to her own room, intent on making sure Laz didn’t have anything more to do with her.
"So how is it?" Gretchen asked as soon as they were alone.
"You do know I’m not a doctor, right?" Laz shot back, pouring himself a drink and sitting down.
"If I thought a doctor would help, I would have called one. Besides, your eyes see far more than some stupid professional."
"It’s not really my eyes that do the seeing..." Laz responded without thinking.
"Yes. I saw that. What is it that you are doing?" Gretchen asked, intrigued.
Laz looked over at the older woman who was putting on a rather sweet smile.
"This is what you wanted from the beginning, isn’t it?" Laz commented.
"When I saw you exam that young woman, sure, I was surprised that she was pregnant, but that was only an ’oh really?’ moment. When you’ve been around as long as I have and seen the things that I’ve seen, it’s not surprising. What was that thing that they said in the one movie with the dinosaurs? Life will find a way..."
"Ah. good point."
"But that skill you used, to be able to see inside of her even with your eyes closed, that was something else. Something important."
"... Fine. Saturday. I will lead those that show up in using that ability. How they do is up to them however. But I think most of us should be able to do it... probably..." Laz started thinking about how he could properly explain spiritual sense to someone who’s never heard of it before.
"Should I wear a white tee shirt and some sexy panties as well?" Gretchen asked with a giggle.
"I don’t think that would be very helpful for the lesson...." Laz replied with a laugh.
"Will that child... be normal?" Gretchen finally asked after struggling with the question.
"Normal? How are any of us normal?" Laz answered back despite knowing what she meant.
"You know what I mean. It... will be human, right?" Laz could feel the concern within Gretchen’s voice. For the first time as far as they knew, an infected had gotten pregnant. But considering how many awoken had been driven mad and experience mutations, this baby could either be a blessing or a curse.
"It will be normal. In fact, I think that the mutation thing will appear less and less in those who awaken, until it is no longer even a concern."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because as people’s bodies have now been infused with the energy all around them, it will make the person stronger from the beginning. Mutations usually occur in those who are weak willed or those who are so physically weak that they can’t control the energy inside of themselves. As such, since everyone is getting stronger, the probability of mutation decreases." How did Laz know this? He didn’t. But since the number of cases where a crazed mutated infected went out of control had decreased significantly, he felt like this was the most likely case. And due to his previous interactions with mutations, Laz never stopped listening for new. Even when he had lost his memories, he felt somehow drawn to listening to every bit of info he could. In fact his roommate Mike used to make fun of him for it.
"That makes sense... I guess," Gretchen finally agreed before continuing.
"Anyway. We actually do have a doctor on staff. Based on your findings, I’ll have her be in charge of Renee from now on. But if you ever want someone to talk to concerning medicine, you should ask her. She’s actually pretty intelligent. Just a little... eccentric."
"Well. Ok then. I guess for now I should go get a shower then head back to my own room. Have a good night," Laz said without looking back or waiting for a reply.
Laz had gotten a feeling for the place and didn’t need anyone to guide him. In fact, since everyone of the order living here had seen his face, no one bothered to stop him. The only thing that stood out was that the looks he got from people were either one of hatred or questioning. The hatred came from the first group, those who had experience his full course meal. The ones who were rather questioning of him were those from the afternoon group. For them, they all wondered just what had happened that made him, the mistress and the elder all leave together. And despite her feelings about Laz, Celes knew not to talk about things that shouldn’t be spoken about. Therefore no one had any idea what went on in that lounge area.
Laz came to the shower area and could hear that there were already several women showering inside.
’Why the hell don’t they use the showers in their own rooms?’ Laz wondered to himself. He didn’t have a shower in his room only because it was suppose to be a workers room. At least, that’s what he figured. What he didn’t know was that the entire complex was set up like a military barracks with the only difference being that keeping people isolated was a lot safer than letting them form groups. While originally the place wasn’t suppose to be meant for keeping prisoners, it was able to serve that function nicely since the times demanded it. As such, with the layout the way it was, only those in a high position or those who built the place like Gretchen, Elder Wilma and the council members had their own private showers and bathrooms. As for everyone else, well, the women had one shower area and the prisoners had another. As for why Laz was at this particular shower area, it’s because it was the one Joan and Gia had led him to the last time. The one for the prisoners was actually in another area of the building.
’This whole thing still doesn’t feel right, keeping people locked up, but what choice do they have? Let them go? Can’t release those with information outside. All that will lead to is the army beating down their doorstep. Kill them? Well.. that would actually be a waste of manpower.’ Sadly, as much as Laz’s modern era mind tried to think about it, keeping them locked up really was the most sensible thing to do.
Laz just wanted a shower and to rest. While his body might have been ok, his mind felt heavy and weighed down. As such, Laz didn’t bother in the least with modesty and throwing his dirty, borrowed clothes into a bin for such things, Laz grabbed a towel and entered the shower.
"I can’t believe I got hit three times. I’ve got scorch marks on my ass thanks to mistress. I almost think she enjoys that kind of thing."
"I got hit four time. Even my breast is swollen now. It’s like those two intentionally aimed for our sensitive areas."
"Yeah, compared to you guys, we had it easy."
"I wonder what was so important that they ended it early. You don’t think anything is wrong with Renee do you?"
"I don’t know. She’s one of the newest members here so... who knows what that bastard wanted from her. But all I know is that since the Elder and mistress went with them, it should be fine."
"Yeah. And that bastard is the reason for all this anyway. I swear, if I get the chance, I will rip his balls...."
The last woman’s voice trailed off as Laz walked by, completely unfazed by the surprised glares he was getting.
"Hello!" Laz said, as calm as could be and continued walking. Even though he was acting unfazed, he really had underestimated this steamy room of flesh that he found himself in. He was surrounded by breasts of all colors and sizes with the matching bodies behind them. And as per usual, thanks to all of them being infected who had some strength and therefore a much life force than normal women, every one of them was a beauty in their own rights.
It took a lot of deep breathes and mentally envisioning an iceberg for Laz not to get hard at this stimulation.
Still acting his part, Laz found an open shower and proceeded to use the nearby soap to clean himself up, all while being glared at by the dozen of women who had been showering before he arrived.
"Yo. You must have some big balls to come in here and think that we won’t... holy shit..."
One of the stronger and more fiery woman who were from the morning group decided to confront Laz to his face. While the rumor going around the order was that Gretchen and Wilma had been tricked by him somehow, most people didn’t think for a moment that those two old foxes could ever be outsmarted by some young boy even if everyone agree that he was devilishly handsome and built. But no matter what the truth was, it didn’t mean that they would just let him do what he wanted.
As such, she had walked right in front of Laz who had only unwrap the towel from his waist when he had gotten under the hot water. As such, this was the first time the woman had the chance to admire just how ’big his balls were,’ so to speak.
"Hmm? Oh. You were one of Gia’s friends right? My name’s Laz. And you are?"
The fiery one, who’s name was Nix, just looked at Laz’s face, then down at his manhood, then back to his face and back again.
A strange smile formed on her face as an idea popped into her head.
