Vylorun expresses to you his attitude to the current situation...

You walk to the passenger benches on slightly trembling legs.

Along the way, one of the crew of this ferryboat is looking in your direction. This is one of the male guards (a gray-haired old man with an eye patch is busy controlling the movement of the ferryboat).

A stocky and muscular middle-aged man who wears a grayish-black riveted leather jacket, leather pants and a grayish cloth shirt.

He strokes his stubbled chin. His gray eyes express the utmost contempt as he glances in your direction.

He spits, almost touching your leg.

And then he turns away, muttering hoarsely, “You vile, wicked, stinking sinner...”

These words clearly refer to your person.

Obviously, it was not so difficult for him to guess the specifics of your “communication” with the merchant in the toilet.

You sit down on the bench next to Vylorun.

You are ashamed to look directly into your friend's eyes.

However, you notice his nostrils twitching. His rabbit ears droop slightly, as if expressing his depressed emotional state.

You belatedly realize that the sense of smell of mutant rabbits like Vylorun is much more powerful than that of ordinary humans.

It means that…

Your face and your mouth and throat smell like male sperm!

And this is a very... very strong and noticeable scent for Vylorun's sense of smell!

And one more thing: your tiny weewee keeps dripping liquid...

Sexual dissatisfaction affects your consciousness and well-being.

This will also be noticeable to your attentive friend.

You try to divert his attention by explaining the benefits you have acquired: “Look, Vylorun! This merchant... He gave me useful things! Stun grenade and a bracelet that can warn of increased radiation, illuminate the area or serve as a compass!”

However, your words clearly do not improve Vylorun's mood.

He looks you up and down with a sad look.

His dejected voice sounds reproachful and makes you look down: “What about the payment, Jerome? Do you have any courage to say this yourself?”

You mumble sluggishly: “I... I... didn’t do anything wrong... Let’s not discuss this issue in detail!”

Very inopportunely, Vylorun notices Bartolo’s grin and his satisfied gaze, which is directed in your direction. Merchant blows a kiss in your direction!

Vylorun looks at you and says in a tired tone: “You sucked his dick, Jerome. Sucking cock in exchange for useful things... You know who usually does that?”

You are embarrassedly silent.

Rabbit-mutant continues: “That’s what whores do. You acted like whore, Jerome...”

You gathered your resolve and looked up.

You feel tears filling your eyes.

Your shame-filled words are aimed at convincing your friend that everything is fine: “Vylorun! Please do not take offense at me! This... It's just a blowjob! This means nothing! My feelings for you have not changed! Please forgive me!"

Unfortunately, your friend has a different opinion.

He says bitterly: “You want to pretend that everything is fine? This will not work... You behave like a whore... You yourself, consciously and without outside ****, decided to behave like a whore! This means that for the sake of material gain you are capable of anything... Betrayal, meanness, vicious debauchery... In my heart, love for you has blossomed, Jerome... But now you have shown me that you you have no mutual feelings for me. You hurt my feelings... I can't trust you anymore..."

Tears begin to flow from your eyes more and more.

You try to justify yourself in a trembling voice: “Please forgive me! I won't act like a whore anymore! I will only have sex with you, Vylorun! Only you will fuck my butt and my mouth!”

Vylorun turns away from you and says: “Unfortunately, I don’t believe your words, Jerome...”

So, the journey on the ferryboat continues for many more hours.

From time to time you continue to humbly ask your friend for forgiveness.

Unfortunately, to no avail.

Bartolo sometimes directs a lustful gaze of dark brown eyes in your direction.

Rabbit-mutant notices this.

His grin only confirms the words and confidence of Vylorun.

Finally, after many hours of waiting, the ferryboat approaches a small pier on the opposite bank.

Merchant Bartolo is the first to go to the pier.

He waves his hand at you.

You look away in embarrassment, sobbing and wiping away your tears.

Merchant Bartolo goes somewhere in a south-eastern direction towards the steppe expanses of wastelands.

He soon disappears from sight.

You and Vylorun also go to the pier.

Near this old pier, which is made of dilapidated boards, there is nothing except one dilapidated building. The windows of the building are boarded up. The roof of the building is partially destroyed.

A gray-haired old ferryman with an eye patch casts a fleeting, irritated glance in your direction.

You hear unintelligible grumbling.

Two guards are vigilantly inspecting the area.

Their intensity and attentiveness make you feel anxious.

The situation in this area is probably really dangerous.

Vylorun glances at you briefly and says: “Goodbye, Jerome. I sincerely wish you success in finding your father. But I have to leave. I can't trust you anymore..."

Rabbit-mutant quickly leaves somewhere in a northern direction.

He doesn't turn in your direction.

You don't have the strength to stop him.

You tried to convince him for a long time, but it didn’t work.

Tears from your eyes and sobs prevent you from carefully examining the area.

On shaky legs you approach a dilapidated building near the pier. You sit down on one dilapidated and creaky wooden bench.

Wrapping your arms around your knees, you cry sadly.

You have lost your friend's trust.

Perhaps Vylorun was one of the few persons who sincerely wanted to help you.

Now, you will have to act without his help.