The hospital discharged Lucian fifteen minutes after he signed the statement, just as she promised, everything went... unreasonably smoothly.

He didn’t have to give any statements to the police, the discharge paperwork was done without any issues, bills were paid, all he needed to do was sign the discharge sheet.

It wasn’t just that, all other paperwork he was supposed to do was handled, the insurance company agreed to pay a total of two million dollars, even the funeral arrangements were made for next week.

And now—

About two hours later, Lucian was standing in front of the house he shared with his parents, looking at the familiar building with an uncomfortable look on his face.

After taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he finally walked in, the house had been cleaned by the cleaners, there was no sign of blood or broken furniture.

If it wasn’t for the few deep scratches that remained on the walls and the floor, no one would have even been able to tell that something terrible had happened here.

Lucian stared at his own house for a long moment, his mind still remembered the exact spot his father’s headless body fell, where his mother’s body hovered above the ground, where that man stood when his father opened the door.

He remembered it all.

But right now, even that pain couldn’t fight the other thing inside him.

Lucian’s body was a complete mess.

His cock was rock hard, throbbing painfully against his pants. It had been like this almost non-stop since he left the hospital.

The journey back home was nothing short of a nightmare.

Even exiting the hospital itself was bad enough, his nose picked up every woman’s scent, his mouth watered on its own, thoughts he had a difficult time controlling came to his mind.

It got worse when his eyes actually fell on any of the women he was smelling, be it a nurse, janitor, patient, doctor, any woman in general, when he saw them, his cock throbbed almost painfully.

Thoughts that he was barely controlling went wild, he thought about pushing them to the wall, or pinning them down, tearing their clothes apart and ramming his cock into them, making them shiver in pain and pleasure.

And every time such images appeared in his head, he felt ashamed, disgusted with himself. He closed his eyes and somehow made it out of the hospital, thinking it was over, that he was finally free.

But outside, it was worse.

Outside was loud, horns, the sound of engines, people talking, screaming, laughing, phones ringing, all these sounds almost blasted his ears, his headache returned, this time stronger than ever.

At the same time, even now, his nose was picking up women’s scents, those vile thoughts continued to develop in his head, only this time, they were even worse because now...

He was in close proximity with some of these women, especially the women who were on the bus with him.

One time, his shoulder brushed against a woman’s, it was a little incident, something that shouldn’t even be worth noting, but his dick throbbed, his thoughts became so intense that he almost lost control over his body and moved, wanting to actually pin the woman and do everything he thought of doing.

The only thing that stopped him from doing that was his stubborn, sheer will.

No. Never. I’d rather die.

He thought inwardly, his eyes glowing strongly.

And he didn’t think that just to make himself feel better, he was prepared to do it.

He hated the idea of forcing himself onto someone to his very core.

Lucian closed his eyes, he thought about how much he hated that bastard, he did anything he could do to distract himself from these thoughts, or at least keep control and only then did he manage to control himself and make it home.

And now, as he stood in his house, in the hall where all this began, his body burned, his cock throbbed, his breathing was ragged, his heartbeat was quick, he was... a mess.

A complete, degenerate mess.

Lucian went straight to his room, ignoring the scent of cleaning chemicals and the faint smell of blood that still lingered. He locked the door, leaned against it, almost as if he was trying to hide from the rest of the world and—

"Haahhh... Haahhh... haahhhh..."

He took deep, uncomfortable breaths.

He looked down, his pants were wet, not from pee, but from the precum his cock had been leaking all this time, his balls felt heavy, he wanted release badly.

"Fuck...

Fuck this!"

He cursed helplessly, unable to control his body at all.

Unable to bear it anymore, he pulled his pants down and released his cock that had been itching to come out.

And just as he felt it.

It wasn’t just his body that had changed, it had too.

Lucian had always been proud of his size, he was a virgin because his condition made it difficult to attract any woman, but from the internet, he knew the 6 inches he packed was already good.

But now...

Now his cock seemed even bigger, and it wasn’t just the length alone, it felt thicker too.

Veins bulged on its surface, the head was covered with precum, Lucian didn’t waste time observing his changes either—

He just started stroking himself roughly. He didn’t patiently search for porn, moving through hundreds of pages, finding the ideal one he wanted to watch like he did normally, he just...

Stroked his dick.

Hard, fast, almost... angry or even disgusted.

And under a minute—

Spurt

He came.

Thick ropes of cum splattered onto the floor, covering it with an intense smell that was even worse for Lucian since his nose was now more sensitive than ever.

But—

"Haaahh... Haahh... Haahhh..."

Lucian, at this point, couldn’t care less about the scent.

His mind, that had been constantly filled with terrifyingly disgusting thoughts, finally calmed down, his aching body was relieved, for a moment, he felt like he was in heaven.

The intense hunger inside him had eased.

But just a few minutes later, it returned, this time, it felt even worse than before.

Lucian gritted his teeth, his mind chased that clarity desperately, so he did it again.

Once again, for a few minutes, it felt good, but the hunger returned again.

Lucian didn’t give up either, he knew something was wrong with him, but he still understood human biology, there were only a few times a human could cum, then, even his cock that had been throbbing for hours would need to calm down.

And once it did—

He hoped that his mind would follow.

So he jerked off, again, and again, and again.

Each time gave him only ten or fifteen minutes of relief before the throbbing returned. His hand started to hurt, but he didn’t stop. He kept going until his arm burned and his vision blurred from exhaustion.

Thoughts of Claire kept invading his mind—her cold grey eyes, that perfect hourglass body hidden under professional clothes, the way her breasts pressed against her blouse. He imagined what her indifferent face would look like once it was twisted in pleasure, what sounds she would make if he fucked her senseless and—

Spurt

He came again.

His mind eased and the next instant, he hated himself for thinking what he just did.

She’s a person! Not an object to relieve yourself with dammit!

He cursed himself, hating every part of his current self.

Ten minutes later, the throbbing returned, his dick hardened again and he... he started jerking off again.

This degenerate mess continued until pure exhaustion won, Lucian, dead tired, collapsed onto his bed, still hard, his body drenched in cum and sweat and in that disgusting state...

He fell into a restless, dreamless sleep.