Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20200324030514/@comment-44464716-20200325023737

The women who got sick turned into Mamono?! Immediately, my one concern is that I must warn my wife, who contracted the illness before we could have our honeymoon and has been lying in the bedroom upstairs. I head to the main room, and, as I step onto the stairs, I call out to her:

"Honey?!"

"Yes, dear?" I hear her reply, but her voice doesn't sound haggard like it did these past couple of days; it sounds... sultry. Confused, I ask her,

"Are you feeling better?"

"Oh, yes. Much better." She tells me from within the bedroom. "Why don't you come upstairs and... see for yourself?"

Hoping that she's alright, but also remembering what my friend told me, I head upstairs and into the bedroom; expecting to see her still in bed. Instead, the bed's completely empty. As soon as I enter and close the door, my wife slowly steps out into view from behind a corner, wearing one of her dresses.

"See?" Indeed, she did seem a lot healthier than yesterday. But there was also something... different about her today. She was always a beautiful woman, but today, my eyes were drawn to her... features, far more than usual, and her eyes were now as red as her hair.

"I was thinking," She continues, walking towards me in a sultry manner, "We never did get our honeymoon, and we already called me in sick today. Why don't we make up for lost time?" Before I can answer, she kisses me. As she ends the kiss, I try desperately to remember what I was going to tell her.

"Honey-" Before I can answer, she continues:

"I want you to finally see me; all of me," She then removes her dress, revealing all of her. "Husband."

I know there was something I needed to tell her, but my mind can only focus solely on her; staring at her beauty. She pulls me onto the bed, and, long story short, I spend the Mamono epidemic in... let's say "quarantine" in the bedroom with my wife.