Chapter 2.2

- Mister Richter, - that blonde security guard smiled charmingly at me again, walking towards me, - back to the big world? - she asked cheerfully. - It's nice to see that your depression has finally passed. Before, you didn't leave your apartment for months. As far as I managed to find out, the girl's name was Lisa. She works three days a week, two days a week, two per shift. Another woman from the security was married and didn't really hit on me. The rest, in my opinion, were a little less attractive than Lisa, but they all made eyes at me equally. And in this house, besides me, there were only about twenty other men (the building was relatively new and not all the apartments were occupied). Almost all of them already had several wives. The others were either too old or still children. So it turns out that I am one of the most eligible bachelors on all eighty floors. "This woman is sexually attracted to you." — the symbiote's voice suddenly rang out in my head, making it take a lot of effort not to jump again. "Pulse is rapid. Breathing is deep and uneven. Pupil is dilated." — Yes, — I nodded nervously, — I decided to pull myself together. I realized that sitting within four walls forever is not a solution. — I'm glad, — the woman nodded, shifting from foot to foot, not knowing how to continue the conversation with me. — See you in the evening, Lisa, — I answered the guard and walked towards the door. — Have a nice day, Mister Richter, — I heard a slightly disappointed voice behind me. "Don't you want to mate with her?" The First asked in surprise. "Strong. Healthy. In perfect shape to continue the family line. The offspring will be strong." — Where did you even pick up such words and how do you have any idea about human physiology if you've been locked in a lab all this time? — I whispered to the symbiote already on the street, and at the same time felt myself blush slightly. "Whitecoats," the symbiote growled. "They were either talking about new ways to torment me. Or about men. Sex. And procreation."

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I've never liked going shopping, and when there's an alien creature inside you that's simply obsessed with chocolate and comments on almost every female glance at you, it becomes torture. "Chocolate with a filling inside? Let's get some!" "Chocolate-covered nuts? Let's get some!" "So there are several types?" "This woman is also sexually attracted to you. I think we can impregnate her in the local restroom." "Seventy. Eighty. Ninety percent cocoa. What's the difference? Let's get them all!" "Is chocolate white? Let's get some!" "Chocolate bars? That's chocolate too? Let's get some!" "And this woman also wants to mate with you. I think. We can just express the semen. If we're short on time. There will still be offspring." "Candy? That's a small chocolate bar? Let's get some!" And so several hours passed in this vein. The symbiote wanted chocolate. A lot. The symbiote considered itself obliged to offer me sexual intercourse every time it looked at me with a hungry expression. And I could only tell it to shut up occasionally. Because in a big city like New York, you are almost always surrounded by people, and talking to yourself is a clear sign of schizophrenia. And it was also surprised by many things and hissed at people in white. So, distracted by the First, I didn't even notice how I again wandered into a place I shouldn't have. I can't say that the area was too bad, but it didn't have the cleanliness and abundance of police officers that the one I live in. The locals took advantage of this. "Hey, boy, lost?" a pleasant female voice came from behind me. I had to turn around. I wanted to say that some local punks had called out to me, but I couldn't. There were three girls and they were all pretty. Two black and one white. And they are dressed quite provocatively - short shorts and T-shirts.Advertising - Boys, especially such cute ones, shouldn't walk around our neighborhood alone. Bad girls can pester you and not let go, - one of the black girls, apparently the leader of the three, said with a smile. - It's good that we found you first and can protect you, - the girls had already started approaching me, swaying their hips and stamping their steps, as if they were on a podium. I couldn't help but stare at all of this, which made the three smile even wider. - We'll escort you out of our neighborhood safe and sound, - the girl continued, almost coming up close, her two friends came in on either side of me. - And in return, we'll ask for next to nothing, - from the vulgar smile and quickly licked lips, it was clear what kind of payment they wanted to receive. "Also a sexual desire for you. But much stronger. Others. And surrounded. Enemies? These are enemies? Like the white coats?" — the symbiote spoke up. "Don't be afraid. People. Just. Even though I can't get out. But I've already strengthened them. Stronger. Faster. More resilient than them. It won't be hard to kill them. Too bad. Young. Healthy. They could have had good offspring." I felt uneasy. The symbiote was talking about murder too easily. I stood rooted to the spot and thought about what to do. They didn't look like criminals, more like ordinary "bad girls." I doubted that they would just leave me like that, but I didn't want to beat them either. What should I do? Apparently, they took my silence while I was thinking differently, and the leader had already stepped towards me, intending to grab my ass with one hand. — And here I must stop you, — a voice rang out from above. My "defenders" and I simultaneously looked in the direction of the voice. Spider-Girl was sitting on a lamppost. Seeing her, the girls hesitantly took a step back. "You can see that the guy is afraid of you." "Afraid?" the symbiote was indignant. "We're not afraid of anyone! We just don't like whitecoats!" — Do me a favor and leave, you'll be safer. — We didn't do anything! — the second girl, the white one, spoke up for the first time. — It's just… — Well, leave now if you haven't done anything, — the superheroine interrupted her. — Should I remind you of the punishment for forcibly coercing a man? — R-r-r, — the leader literally growled and looked at me and then at Spider-Girl several times, — the hell with you! — she shouted and wiped away a tear. — Let's go, girls. The three quickly left, casting regretful glances at me and hatred at Parker. — Are you okay? They didn't touch you? — the superheroine softly jumped down next to me and straightened up to her full height. The girl was a little shorter than me. The red and blue suit hugged her perfectly, allowing me to see all the charms of her young body. The spider symbol was comfortably located right between her size two breasts. — Uh, yeah, — I nodded uncertainly. — Thank you. - Please, - the girl nodded quickly, her voice clearly happy. - You men need to be protected, - at that moment my right eye twitched slightly, - but just standing there like that was stupid. You should have firmly told them that you did not want to get to know them, they would have left you alone. The punishment for violent coercion is quite severe. A large fine or even a prison term, - the girl said this sentence a little quickly. Is she embarrassed to talk about such things? - Let's go, I will take you to the street, where it is safe and you can take a taxi. - Okay, - I nodded again, what else was there to do? While we were walking together (spider-girl was walking next to us), the rare passers-by followed us with very surprised and envious glances. We met several more groups of "bad girls". However, these ones really did look like representatives of some gang. They definitely would not have let me pass if I was alone. — How did you end up in this area? — Parker turned her head questioningly towards me. — It's not the most criminal area, but people usually give it a wide berth. — I was just taking a walk and ended up here, — I lied slightly. — Got a little lost. — New to the city? — No, but I had to stay home for a long time, — Spider-Girl just nodded. — Well, — about ten minutes later the superheroine suddenly stopped, causing me to almost crash into her. — You'll get to one of the central streets right along this street. You'll catch a taxi in a minute. Be careful, next time there might not be a friendly neighbor nearby, — the girl giggled and was about to release her web and fly away. — Wait! — I stopped the girl, and she looked at me in bewilderment (she was probably wearing a mask after all). — Here, as a token of my gratitude. Taking off my backpack, I pulled out the largest chocolate bar with pieces of berries and handed it to the girl. "You're giving her the chocolate?" the symbiote was indignant. "Just not this one! She's the biggest one! Better give her... No. I feel sorry for this one too. Then! No. And not this one. No-o-o!" — While the alien was rushing from one chocolate bar to another, I, not listening to his lamentations, put a confectionery product in the girl's hands. — I don't know how long you've been on duty and how long you'll be, but I don't see you have any lunch with you. And so at least have a little snack. I'd treat you to something more substantial, but I only have chocolate with me. — Um, thank you… — the girl squeezed out uncertainly and pressed the chocolate bar to her chest. — Bye, — I waved goodbye to the superheroine. — Thanks again for your help. — Y-yes, — the girl hesitantly raised her hand in response. And only after moving away about thirty steps, I heard her release the web and rush off to do good and inflict justice. "Strong," the symbiote began. "Stronger than us. For now. Young. The right choice. Although her sexual attraction to you was the least among all the others. The offspring will be really strong." — What other offspring? "Yours. Hers. Yours." "And why did you decide that this time?" I sighed tiredly and irritably. "And wait - "the least"? So there was one?" I blinked. It's one thing to know that regular women want you, and another - real supergirls. "Yes. Chocolate. A gift. A sign of attention. Is this how human mating games go?" "Oh," my palm met my forehead, and I just shook my head. Of all the symbiotes, I got a sweet tooth, obsessed with procreation, most likely raised by lonely unmarried women. I hope it's worth it. Cruel Venom and insanely bloodthirsty Carnage no longer seemed such a bad option to me.