18. Chloe

Chloe's surgery has been a success. She has pulled through even though anesthetics have been ineffective on her. Her body had built up tolerance throughout her addiction. Doctors had to install implants that were capable of shutting down nerves. She had to suffer the initial implant procedure though.

She was too weak to walk after the surgery so I Picked her up and laid her head on my shoulder. A weak voice calls out to me.

"Thank you."

Her arms are full of stitches. They are quite misshapen because a lot of flesh has been removed from them. The doctor said she would have a weak grip from now on. That's to be expected. She, however, would be able to attend her daily activities. She only has to mind the addiction to have a decent life from now on.

Taxi Driver noticed the woman that was leaning on my shoulder. He immediately understood that this was one of the women he had brought to the hospital that day. Seeing Chloe ok, the taxi driver sighed in relief. He was a man who believed in happy endings. This was, as far as he was concerned, the best-case scenario for the two.

He pulled up to my apartment and made a thirty percent discount for me. I paid that discounted price and left.

I carried her upstairs to my apartment. she is in no position to protest. She just lays her head on my shoulder and trusts me.

I've laid her on the bed and kissed her forehead. I might've been looked like a saint to her.

"How are you feeling?"

She looks up at me and forces a smile. She has been through a painful ordeal and now it is over. We have to change her bandages and use an ampule of medicine to clean her wounds. Above all, she needs to sleep off her recent torment.

"Everything hurts sir." She looked down a bit, not wanting to give a purely negative response to her savior. "Thank you for saving me and my sister." Her chin bundles up and she feels like crying.

"Sssh. Go to sleep. You need it."

She closes her eyes and tries to relax. Her arms are aching. I can read it in her face.

Zoe, wearing a sundress approached us. She kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, sir."

She looked marginally better than the time she had arrived. She has been brushing her teeth regularly for one. The regular sex adds a liveliness to her complexion. She is getting healthier and happier. Zoe is on the right path. I can feel it in my heart. It's all thanks to my dick. Thanks, my dick.

As she lay there I had a chance to observe her. her cheeks are sunken and her eyes are purple due to blood loss. Her breasts are out because she had no chance of wearing anything since her arms are the way they are.

Even though she was in pain she drifted into that land of dreams fairly easily. She is too tired to care.

Satisfied, I brought my bar stool and my canvas to the balcony. Since I needed to hang out in the house for Chloe, I wanted to do something productive to keep myself busy. Thinking of something to draw, My eyes searched the surrounding area. The landscape is not that pretty and I don't want to draw that.

Speaking of beauty, I've glanced inside my house. Betty and Zoe are happily chatting. In the next room, Kate is reading articles about the companies. She is doing her due diligence before investing. I have more beauty inside my house than outside. I gestured for Betty to bare her breasts by pulling on the collar of my sweater. She smiled and revealed her beautiful breasts with those fun nipples. She approached the glass door that opened to the balcony and attempted to open it.

"Don't come outside. Just press your breasts to the glass." She nodded and pressed her belly and her breasts to the glass. Beautiful. Zoe mimicked her and did the same. Without further ado, I started drawing. I've made the underlying structure with a normal pencil and started to use oil paint to give it life. I've been watching a lot of painting videos and I wanted to try my hand in oil painting.

I framed the painting in a way that encapsulated their smiles, their beautiful breasts their belly buttons until the start of their pubic hair. They are having a great time modeling for me. After two and a half hours, the painting was done. I had to close it in the side toilet and put that toilet out of commission for the time being lest the fumes from drying paint made us dizzy.

Eventually, the time to change Chloe's bandages came. We woke her up and got her to sit up straight. We opened her bandages and beheld the grotesque mess of stitches that were her arms. I first cleaned her arms as much as I could and broke an ampule of medicine. I carefully applied the bandages to every piece of scar tissue I could find.

"You have beautiful breasts."

Her face went red. "T-thanks." She looks so much like her twin but she is still decisively different you wouldn't mix them up. Not in a million years. I've said that but these kinds of words run the risk of being toxic in this situation. It might be received as a message that says.: "I've saved you just because I wanted to fuck your pussy. Feel pressured to open your legs for me." It couldn't be further from the truth. I'm perfectly fine with not fucking her. I want to fuck her but not under those circumstances.

"Let your sister fill you in about why I've saved you two."

I needed to figure out the virality of my militia's message. Does it resonate with like-minded people? It's a simple business tactic to use focus groups to attain a good grasp on customer perspective on your product. I need to not be there to witness the scene. The discussion is between two sisters. My presence would only pollute the experiment.

So I decided to visit my neighbors. I rang their bell yet no one was home.

After thinking a bit, I remember what I was putting off. I wanted to visit the temple of the gene cult. I started walking, I passed the homeless encampment and arrived at the giant building that housed so many priestesses. This branch of the gene cult is different from the ones in the nurture cities. This particular temple is focused on breeding with the best genes.

When I arrived, The priestesses were making the people do Aerobics.

"Unlock the true power of your genes! never lay dormant more than you have to. Your genes are screaming at you to sue them. Don't forget. We are all marchişng towards the holy perfection that is the perfect genome!"

The worshippers were in a fervor. They were having a religious experience. I walked into the head priestess's office and presented my card. Her old wrinkly face contorted with disgust and snapped my ID card out of my hand and started typing some things on the computer. I reckon she was checking for authenticity. After a couple of munites her face changed. She kneeled and kissed my feet.

"I salute the Gene Saint."

I smiled and petted the old woman's head.

"I need some fertile wombs. Both priestesses and congregation members are fine. I can handle three right now. We can arrange a group of three for a specified time every week."

The head priestess felt like she hit the jackpot. This was all she wanted for her congregation. Their efforts to keep their oaths to improve the human genome in the normal way without gene editing were going to leapfrog in its effectiveness with my help. She once again started to kiss my feet while profusely thanking me.

She got up and leaned in.

" After this, I would like to invite the gene saint to my house. There you could meet my children and grandchildren. They are all of age if you know what I mean."

I crouched down and fondled her breasts. My hands reached down below.

"Did you birth them with this pussy? As I thought, Once a breeding stock, always a breeding stock," she smirked at me.

Half an hour later, she showed up with three women. All three of them were quite average-looking. One had curly black hair and a flat face, one of them had a skinny nose and slender physique, and her hair was straight and brown. Another was a blondie with a circular face with prominent cheekbones. They all have already been stripped naked.

"Are you girls fertile today?"

They all smiled.

"Yes, we are Gene Saint."

I walked up to the blonde and started suckling her breasts. She accepts my lustful attention. She caresses my head while letting me do so.