Suspicions

Victor Vasquez opened the door to his modest, small apartment, completely exhausted. He dragged his tired feet until he collapsed onto his old bed, which hurt a little because of the loose springs he'd forgotten.

"Gosh, I was saved."

He felt like he'd dodged a bullet at work when he handed the report to his intimidating Director, Stronger. He was absolutely certain he'd be fired at that moment, but something happened.

Just when he thought his boss was preparing for the inevitable, her annoyed expression changed to a more peaceful one. She seemed almost like a different person talking to him; she seemed understanding, gentle, and even loving, the complete opposite of her usual sly self.

"Hmm, who knows, maybe she wanted to try a different approach... Oh, but for a moment I thought she..." he mused, scratching his head.

The director's kindness was about to surpass the boss/employee barrier when she sexily approached him and undid two buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest.

Victor Vasquez almost let out a scream when he saw those, he swore, were bigger than yesterday, and for a brief but beautiful moment, he thought she was going to kiss him.

"God... that would have been glorious."

But the spell was broken as quickly as it had come, and she asked him to leave, quite confused.

"What an idiot I am... that will never happen."

He ruled out any kind of intimate relationship with his boss. First, his physique was far inferior to the girls' tastes. Second, and more damning, he was pretty sure Erika Stronger was playing for the other team, and there were no signs of any change.

He turned on his old TV to forget his absurd thoughts about his boss, and then he was surprised by the news of the moment.

"The spread of LRV has been very rapid, and attempts at a cure have been unsuccessful. After three days, the affected women no longer show any trauma or complaints about their condition…"

"That thing…is real."

Vázquez backed off. When he heard about the virus yesterday, he thought it was a silly internet joke, but now he would discover it wasn't.

Seeing the symptoms, his mind turned to Erika's strange behavior and thought, just maybe…

“Is it possible that she…is infected? If so, then she and I…hmmm.”

What made LRV even more bizarre was that the infected women ended up madly in love with the men they hated the most, which awakened perverse desires in Víctor.

"That would be great, but I can't come tomorrow and say... hey boss, do you happen to have that crazy virus so I can fuck you... how stupid."

Going like that would be pushing her luck, although it wouldn't hurt to do some kind of small test... it doesn't hurt to dream.