A lot of the things which Benjamin had found weird now became clearer. The reason for putting the men and the women in different areas became obvious. One could also infer that the cause why so few men attended the concert physically was because they knew that these sorts of things could happen, perhaps from a previous experience. Finally, the reason why all the security members were women was to avoid them being targeted by the fans since that would make a mess of the security setup and render it pointless. It might be a bit of a stretch but the singer might have been using a group name instead of his real name in an attempt to keep a minimum amount of private life and privacy. Finding the name of someone wasn't too hard these days so this was just speculation.
The singer now began singing one of the last songs of the day. One big issue with the concert was that it was so packed, with a lot of meanings. The songs followed each other quickly, not letting any break to allow the excitation of the fans to drop. Of course, this was something normal. If they had to take a break between every song, this two hours concert would last three or four hours instead. Another meaning of this was that the women were very crowded. Being so close to each other, the herd effect was great and the excitation and tension of each of them were being transmitted to everyone around, making the whole group reach extremely high levels of thrill. The last thing was the duration of the spectacle. In two hours, they had more than enough time to get as agitated as they could be.
All of these things together pushed the situation to the current status, where crazed women were either trying to reach the stage and the singer or the men spectators. Benjamin knew that fandom made people crazy, even in the previous world. If one added to that level of craziness the horniness of the women in this world, it would be possible to witness the present scene.
For the first time since he came to this world, Benjamin felt that there was something really wrong with it. So far, he had considered it a sort of paradise which had allowed him to do things he could never have dreamed of in his original world. However, now, it seemed he had underestimated it. He couldn't put his hand on the root reason but if at least looking superficially, this situation wasn't great. The problem wasn't that the women were horny, it was that their excitation had reached a level where they could potentially hurt themselves, as well as the people around them. Was there no better way to handle this other than to physically restrain them like right now?
Eventually, 42 ended his last song. He thanked everyone for coming to see him, amidst the shouts and love calls from the women, and left the stage from the back. Some of the female security came to the men's area to tell them to leave the premise first while they would continue to keep the women in check. They would wait a while for them to calm down and let them out little by little to avoid problems that could arise from large groups of agitated women roaming the streets.
The three friends quickly left with the rest of the men and headed to their bus stop. They boarded the bus when it arrived a few minutes later and sat in silence in their seats, reflecting on what had just happened. Benjamin could see that his friends were a bit spooked by the previous scene. They had come to enjoy the songs of one of their favorite star but had left the event with a stronger impression of the trouble that the women created instead. He laughed and stated, trying to lighten the mood.
"Hey guys, don't you think those women were just like zombies? Except that instead of brains and flesh, they were looking for men and sex."
His friends looked at him in surprise before bursting into laughter too.
"Man, you said it. I couldn't have found a better comparison."
"Yeah. Jeez, and here I thought the mood during your basketball match was so high. This concert was something else altogether."
"Right, crazy women. That was so sick, really."
This last random comment hit Benjamin like a truck. Sick! That's right, they looked no different from people suffering from mental issues! This was what he was missing in his previous thought process. The thing here was that this wasn't a mental problem. The core of the problem was hormonal and biological. It wasn't something that the women could help. It was not like they chose to be constantly in heat and becoming agitated for the smallest of reasons. Who would want to lose control of oneself like this, or have to fight such powerful urges all the time?
Of course, they weren't completely innocent too. Taking the women at the concert as an example, they had chosen to attend even though they probably knew that they would have a hard time keeping control of themselves. On the other hand, if they were to restrain themselves from doing things that they liked because of that, their lives would become a lot less interesting. A life full of forbidden acts and without much entertainment would become a drag and people would become miserable.
This was a complex problem, something that went way over the head of a simple high schooler like him. Also, it was not like people in this world were stupid. Even women were very normal and intelligent enough as long as they didn't get excited. It was just that they tended to follow their impulses and instincts a lot more when they were agitated. There was no way that this issue wasn't already analyzed by a lot of people, experts and non-experts all the like.
Nathan and Julian continued to expand on the subject of women and zombies, fortunately a lot more relaxed now after having made fun of the situation. He told them that there was something he wanted to check on his phone and opened a browser window, too curious to wait until he was home. He searched for this specific problem on the Internet. Soon, he was met with tons of articles advising women on how to control themselves. There were a lot of opinions, from more conservative ones like avoiding men altogether to more practical ones like masturbating a lot. It goes without saying that the conservative opinions weren't really popular. Some recommended avoiding stimulating events like festivals, sports matches, and concerts, where crowds of women easily tended to lose all control. Another one reached a very normal conclusion: women needed to get a boyfriend or husband and this man had to satisfy their needs.
This article and other similar ones had very mixed comments on it. A lot of the people agreed that this was the way it should be. However, a lot of other commenters argued that it was hard to find a partner which was able to fully satisfy them during sex. Following was the start of an extensive debate in the comments, with idealists and realists sending arguments back and forth.
Benjamin put his phone away at this point and joined his friend's discussion once again, after excusing himself for checking his phone. They continued to chat all the way back to their town, where they separated, each heading back to his respective home. Benjamin reached his house a little later and noticed that everyone had gone to sleep already. He went to his room and soon followed their example, falling asleep quickly after such an eventful night.
A lot of the things which Benjamin had found weird now became clearer. The reason for putting the men and the women in different areas became obvious. One could also infer that the cause why so few men attended the concert physically was because they knew that these sorts of things could happen, perhaps from a previous experience. Finally, the reason why all the security members were women was to avoid them being targeted by the fans since that would make a mess of the security setup and render it pointless. It might be a bit of a stretch but the singer might have been using a group name instead of his real name in an attempt to keep a minimum amount of private life and privacy. Finding the name of someone wasn't too hard these days so this was just speculation.
The singer now began singing one of the last songs of the day. One big issue with the concert was that it was so packed, with a lot of meanings. The songs followed each other quickly, not letting any break to allow the excitation of the fans to drop. Of course, this was something normal. If they had to take a break between every song, this two hours concert would last three or four hours instead. Another meaning of this was that the women were very crowded. Being so close to each other, the herd effect was great and the excitation and tension of each of them were being transmitted to everyone around, making the whole group reach extremely high levels of thrill. The last thing was the duration of the spectacle. In two hours, they had more than enough time to get as agitated as they could be.
All of these things together pushed the situation to the current status, where crazed women were either trying to reach the stage and the singer or the men spectators. Benjamin knew that fandom made people crazy, even in the previous world. If one added to that level of craziness the horniness of the women in this world, it would be possible to witness the present scene.
For the first time since he came to this world, Benjamin felt that there was something really wrong with it. So far, he had considered it a sort of paradise which had allowed him to do things he could never have dreamed of in his original world. However, now, it seemed he had underestimated it. He couldn't put his hand on the root reason but if at least looking superficially, this situation wasn't great. The problem wasn't that the women were horny, it was that their excitation had reached a level where they could potentially hurt themselves, as well as the people around them. Was there no better way to handle this other than to physically restrain them like right now?
Eventually, 42 ended his last song. He thanked everyone for coming to see him, amidst the shouts and love calls from the women, and left the stage from the back. Some of the female security came to the men's area to tell them to leave the premise first while they would continue to keep the women in check. They would wait a while for them to calm down and let them out little by little to avoid problems that could arise from large groups of agitated women roaming the streets.
The three friends quickly left with the rest of the men and headed to their bus stop. They boarded the bus when it arrived a few minutes later and sat in silence in their seats, reflecting on what had just happened. Benjamin could see that his friends were a bit spooked by the previous scene. They had come to enjoy the songs of one of their favorite star but had left the event with a stronger impression of the trouble that the women created instead. He laughed and stated, trying to lighten the mood.
"Hey guys, don't you think those women were just like zombies? Except that instead of brains and flesh, they were looking for men and sex."
His friends looked at him in surprise before bursting into laughter too.
"Man, you said it. I couldn't have found a better comparison."
"Yeah. Jeez, and here I thought the mood during your basketball match was so high. This concert was something else altogether."
"Right, crazy women. That was so sick, really."
This last random comment hit Benjamin like a truck. Sick! That's right, they looked no different from people suffering from mental issues! This was what he was missing in his previous thought process. The thing here was that this wasn't a mental problem. The core of the problem was hormonal and biological. It wasn't something that the women could help. It was not like they chose to be constantly in heat and becoming agitated for the smallest of reasons. Who would want to lose control of oneself like this, or have to fight such powerful urges all the time?
Of course, they weren't completely innocent too. Taking the women at the concert as an example, they had chosen to attend even though they probably knew that they would have a hard time keeping control of themselves. On the other hand, if they were to restrain themselves from doing things that they liked because of that, their lives would become a lot less interesting. A life full of forbidden acts and without much entertainment would become a drag and people would become miserable.
This was a complex problem, something that went way over the head of a simple high schooler like him. Also, it was not like people in this world were stupid. Even women were very normal and intelligent enough as long as they didn't get excited. It was just that they tended to follow their impulses and instincts a lot more when they were agitated. There was no way that this issue wasn't already analyzed by a lot of people, experts and non-experts all the like.
Nathan and Julian continued to expand on the subject of women and zombies, fortunately a lot more relaxed now after having made fun of the situation. He told them that there was something he wanted to check on his phone and opened a browser window, too curious to wait until he was home. He searched for this specific problem on the Internet. Soon, he was met with tons of articles advising women on how to control themselves. There were a lot of opinions, from more conservative ones like avoiding men altogether to more practical ones like masturbating a lot. It goes without saying that the conservative opinions weren't really popular. Some recommended avoiding stimulating events like festivals, sports matches, and concerts, where crowds of women easily tended to lose all control. Another one reached a very normal conclusion: women needed to get a boyfriend or husband and this man had to satisfy their needs.
This article and other similar ones had very mixed comments on it. A lot of the people agreed that this was the way it should be. However, a lot of other commenters argued that it was hard to find a partner which was able to fully satisfy them during sex. Following was the start of an extensive debate in the comments, with idealists and realists sending arguments back and forth.
Benjamin put his phone away at this point and joined his friend's discussion once again, after excusing himself for checking his phone. They continued to chat all the way back to their town, where they separated, each heading back to his respective home. Benjamin reached his house a little later and noticed that everyone had gone to sleep already. He went to his room and soon followed their example, falling asleep quickly after such an eventful night.
