Zombie Girls Revival System-Chapter 165: The Pink Smoke… Why Is Our Body Suddenly SO HORNY?! (R-18).

Chapter 165: The Pink Smoke... Why Is Our Body Suddenly SO HORNY?! (R-18).

Oshan answered, her tone both proud and worried.

"Yes. Lady Evelise works very hard. She might really love this person. Her dedication is stronger than last time. She might truly wish to help this person."

Sid shot her a side eye. "You know you can’t keep a secret, right? This ’person’ you keep talking about is me. No one else is alive right now, and I’m the only human here."

Oshan’s eyes widened. She was absolutely caught, and her expression didn’t even try to hide it.

"I shall prepare dinner. I believe I shall attempt to combine the remaining beans with the scavenged root vegetables in a slow braise—"

Sid cut her off instantly, stepping in front of her. He could not, physically or mentally, handle another kitchen disaster or more smoke.

"Stop. Just stop," Sid said, holding up both hands. "No more smoke. No more pyromania. No more spontaneous evaporation of our food supply."

He took a deep, fortifying breath. "I will cook dinner tonight. I need to make sure we actually eat something that won’t require an Instant Relief activation just to digest."

Oshan looked crestfallen. "But, Master, I wish to serve."

"You will serve," Sid clarified. "You will serve by guarding the perimeter. I need you to stand watch outside, ensuring we don’t get ambushed while I make sure Evelise doesn’t starve herself."

Oshan snapped a crisp salute. "Yes, Master. Perimeter secured."

Sid nodded, grabbing his flashlight. "Good. I’m going to the basement to get the ingredients. I need to check on the chemist anyway. And hopefully Evelise won’t blow me up on sight."

Oshan placed a hand over her chest, bowing slightly.

"I will stand watch. Please be careful, Sir Sid."

Sid headed for the basement hatch, the smell of burnt chemicals growing stronger with every step. He was about to confront the source of his current smoke headache. He carefully descended the rickety basement steps. The air was thick, hot, and heavy with rancid chemical fumes, forcing him to cover his nose with his shirt.

Evelise was exactly where he expected her to be: at a makeshift workbench in the farthest corner, completely oblivious to the outside world. She was hunched over a bubbling beaker, her brow furrowed in severe concentration.

Sid knew better than to disturb her. His official mission was to retrieve the scavenged canned goods and dried staples that served as their pantry. Unofficially, he was driven by sheer curiosity, the same impulse that had led him into the Dead Chapters. He couldn’t just pull food from his inventory; he needed to see what Evelise was hiding.

He moved toward the shelves, feigning the methodical intensity of a man making a critical household choice. He squinted at the faded labels of dented cans, running a finger along a dusty jar of preserved vegetables— acting like a mother in a grocery store, debating quality versus cost, while his eyes were actually darting toward Evelise’s work area.

"Right, let’s see... beans, or the mystery fish paste..."

Sid muttered, trying to look preoccupied. Just as he reached for a can of tomatoes, a sound like a wet cough echoed from Evelise’s workstation, followed by a soft, percussive pop!

The bubbling beaker had overflowed, and this time, the resulting vapor was entirely different. A cloud of vibrant pink smoke billowed out, catching the light of the lamp and slowly beginning to creep across the dark, confined space of the basement.

"Evelise! What was that?!"

Sid yelled, momentarily forgetting his vow of silence.

"That’s not normal poison color! Is that strawberry poison? Please tell me this isn’t toxic!"

Evelise looked frozen in place, blinking at the smoke like she didn’t understand how it existed.

"I—I didn’t mix anything with a pink reaction," she whispered. "That wasn’t supposed to happen."

The pink smoke climbed higher, swallowing the lower half of the room. Sid covered his nose on instinct, but the scent still slipped in— sweet, strange, warm. His heartbeat thudded faster, not painfully, but sharply enough to make him stiffen.

"Evelise, seriously, what is this?" he asked. "Because I’m feeling... weird."

The pink smoke enveloped them quickly, sickly sweet and floral, yet thick. Both of them involuntarily inhaled large amounts of it in the small space.

"I don’t know..."

Evelise said, voice trembling. She touched her chest as if feeling her own pulse.

"Something’s wrong. My head— it feels hot. Like... it’s pushing emotions up."

Sid steadied himself on a shelf. His thoughts weren’t clear. There was a pressure in his chest, not painful, just intense, almost like an adrenaline spike that wasn’t fading.

"Okay... okay, that’s not good. We need airflow— like now." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The pink fog kept creeping, soft and slow, swallowing the shadows around them—

The effect hit Evelise first.

She let out a low, involuntary gasp, clutching the edge of the workbench. Her breath hitched, and the intense, singular focus she usually held instantly fractured. Her ruby eyes widened, not with fear of the poison, but with a sudden, overwhelming internal heat.

It wasn’t the heat of the stove or the room; it was a profound heat radiating from deep within her core. Her pale skin flushed violently, turning her cheeks a fiery red. Her breath became shallow and quick. She bit her lip, a soft moan escaping as she fought a physical sensation that demanded immediate, intense intimacy.

The pink smoke was directly heightening her long-suppressed hybrid libido, bypassing her carefully constructed barriers of control. She whispered, her voice husky and ragged.

"God... it’s hot..."

A moment later, Sid was hit. A sudden, deep thrumming started in his groin, spreading outward through his entire body. The shock of the strange chemical scent gave way to a powerful, instinctual need. His hands tightened into fists, his muscles coiling with primal energy. The memory of the mother’s sudden, explicit advance rushed back, but this time, the urge was his own, chemically magnified and overwhelming.

He looked at Evelise, seeing her flushed face and panicked, dilated eyes, and his mind blanked. All rational thought vanished, replaced by the demanding, singular command of his chemically enhanced body.

The basement, already confined and hot, had become a pressurized cooker of raw, desperate need.

Sid’s rational mind screamed at him—

"This is wrong! It’s an accident! It’s poison!"

—but the chemical surge was too swift and too potent. The intense, burning libido the smoke induced completely drowned out logic, leaving only a primal, demanding need. His eyes locked onto Evelise’s flushed, struggling form.

"Evelise..."

Sid’s voice was guttural, unrecognizable even to himself. He took a heavy, determined step toward her. The space was tight, forcing them into immediate, suffocating proximity. The pink haze seemed to swirl around them, isolating them in a bubble of desperate heat.

Evelise, fighting a losing battle against the fiery intensity gripping her, watched him approach. When he was just inches away, her control snapped. The internal heat was too much to bear. She lifted her hands, not to push him away, but to desperately clutch at his shirt, pulling him toward her with surprising strength.

"Make it stop."

Evelise pleaded, her voice a raw, desperate gasp.

"Sid, the heat... I can’t... D-don’t get too close to me."

The moment her body pressed against his, the shared energy ignited. Sid’s arms wrapped around her waist, crushing her against him. He felt the intense tremor running through her small frame— a desperate need that mirrored his own.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He found her lips in the suffocating darkness, the kiss immediate, reckless, and driven by pure chemical necessity. It was a brutal collision— a release of days of tension, emotional turmoil, and now, chemically induced lust.

The kiss was sloppy and demanding. Evelise responded with a ferocious intensity Sid had never expected from her elegant, reserved nature. Her small hands clawed at his shirt, pulling it free from his pants, her mouth desperately seeking more.

Sid backed her up against the cold stone of the basement wall, his fingers finding purchase in the soft silver strands of her hair. He slid his hands down her body, feeling the shocking heat radiating off her skin, the thin fabric of her clothes doing little to stop the contact.

"You smell like fire and herbs..."

Sid whispered hoarsely against her neck, his body moving against hers with urgency.

"I don’t care."

Evelise gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, consumed by the sensation.

"Just... now, Sid. Now."

His hands found the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. He tossed the garment aside, exposing her small, firm breasts. The pink haze filtered the lamplight, painting her pale skin with a delicate, intoxicating color.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes burning with need. The sight of her, the "Perfect Human" so thoroughly undone by simple chemistry— was overwhelming.

Evelise didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it open, tearing the buttons free. Her mouth found his chest, biting, kissing, desperately seeking contact.