Nope

"I don't think you need these. Just... be safe, okay?" They don't respond, but Peter can feel that they're consenting to his terms.

He exits through the front door, and they obediently begin to follow him as he wanders aimlessly.

Something tugs at the inside of his mind, and he instinctively turns to see what the virus is pulling him towards.

Far off in the distance, he can see a grove of trees, where there was once a university. For some reason, the virus wants him to go there. It must be some kind of...haven.

"Alright. Fuck it." He begins to make his way towards the perceived haven, but a sudden shout stops him in his tracks!

"Get away from them, you Infected freak!"

He turns just in time to see a young woman running at him, wielding a metal bat as a weapon.

"Away from who?" With the fortification in his body from the virus, he easily side steps the bat as it comes towards his head.

"Y-you can talk?" The young woman stares at him in apparent shock.

"I'm still human, you asshole." The mention of an asshole brings his mind towards her shapely rear, hugged by a pair of exercise shorts. Hmm, with how fit she seems to be, her asshole would be pretty tight...

"So... you're not Infected?"

"I mean...I am, but just 'cus I have a virus doesn't mean I can't talk."

Her eyes blaze with fiery determination. "So you ARE infected!"

"Y...yeah. I just said that. Are...are you okay?"

She holds out her bat in what should be a menacing pose. However, the way she's holding it results in her shirt being pulled taught, which betrays just how busty she actually is.

Peter feels heat seeping into his loins as he checks her out. She blushes furiously upon noticing him getting hard, but steels herself against it.

"Stay away from those dogs, you sick fuck."

"Oh! Oh, you meant my dogs! Oh, don't worry - the virus doesn't push me to fuck dogs. If it did, I'd rather kill myself than submit to that." He licks his lips as his eyes roam over the woman's form once more. "It does, however, push me to fuck incredibly beautiful women..."

She visibly falters at that. "B-beautiful?"

Peter cocks an eyebrow at her. To be bashful when faced by someone that is basically a sexual predator because they called her beautiful is a definite red flag.

The virus picks up on that, and immediately goes into overdrive, sending instructions on how to best use it to his advantage.

Taking another look at her firm but thick thighs, her pouting lips, her blushing cheeks, and her surprisingly large bust hidden under a baggy top, he already knows that he's going to fuck her. The question is, how?