Possession in the End of the World

In this apocalyptic world, I have a strange ability to possess women, and my objects are all women. When the world was shrouded in darkness and despair, zombies were rampant, and survival was difficult, my possession ability brought me a different kind of experience. Every possession is an unknown adventure and an indescribable enjoyment. I seemed to have stepped into mysterious worlds, feeling different temperatures, breaths and touches. The soft, warm, or delicate feelings were intertwined together, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the desolation, allowing me to find some solace in this cruel apocalypse. Although there is occasionally a trace of guilt and uneasiness in my heart, these emotions are quickly left behind in the face of the pressure of survival. I am immersed in the unique enjoyment brought by this special ability.