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Chapter 34 by DeviantDiscovery

What happens next?

Resisting... But for how long?

It would be nice to go with the couple... But she has to stay focused. With enough willpower, Hagakure waves to the couple and steps out into the hall, leaving her alone. Only now does her arousal start to decline as the red glint in her eyes fades. She wipes up a bit of drool from her lips and tries to find her room. She can't believe how strong this feeling is, all it took was a minute next to a lewd couple and she was falling under the influence of her corrupted body.

She's proud of herself for resisting, but despite her pride, she can still smell something lewd. Each room she passes is full of people, most in the process of fucking a partner. She can ignore it a little bit as there's still walls in between them, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't aware of them.

Eventually she reaches her room, quickly opening the door and locking herself inside. She slides to the floor and sighs. "Finally…"

The next hour is spent on her phone as Hagakure tries to find any information about what's happening to her. Searching any news about recent attacks, or quirks that have similar effects, but nothing comesup.

At the same time, as she finds herself distracted with her investigation, her body grows more needy. Her newly corrupted pussy swells with anticipation as it begs her to fill it. The sex filled air of this hotel fueling its need slowly. She doesn't even notice until a small itch draws her hand down to scratch it absentmindedly.

Once her hardened nails scratch in her pubic region, she suddenly realizes what has happened to her arousal. A sudden jolt of pleasure shoots from her pussy, causing her to shiver a bit. "woah... When did I-" She confusedly scratches again, and again she feels the enticing pleasure.

"No, I can't..." She drops her phone, trying to once again focus her mind. Her pussy begs for more attention as it grows wet in her panties, she can feel the cloth growing damp beneath her, further adding to her arousal.

"Fuck- Maybe if I-" The smell of her own sex floods her nostrils, making it even harder for her to resist. She listens in to her neighbors, their moans and screams. Their cries of ecstasy... It all sounds so pleasurable...

What happens next?

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