BLBJ 3.4

“Huh?”

Eizen hastily grabbed the Affinity Potion that appeared with a pop! in midair.

“What’s wrong?”
“Ah, nothing.”

He quickly stuffed the potion into his pocket. He couldn’t possibly explain to Christian what a potion was, or what an Affinity Potion was.

💬It’s an Affinity Potion!

💬Feed it to him!

💬How about giving it to Christian?

💬Isn’t Christian a bit too precious for that?

The viewers started discussing among themselves who they should feed it to.

But Eizen couldn’t even watch the chat messages piling up nonstop. Something about Christian kept poking his butt.

‘Aaargh! Ugh! Why is it getting bigger? Why is it poking me!’

Every time Eizen squirmed his butt trying to avoid it, Christian’s cock twitched and trembled along with it. As if feeling that sensation too.

Eizen bit his lip hard.

💬But hasn’t your butt been wiggling way too much since earlier?

💬Up! Down! Up! Down!

💬Ah, seriously lol. Please stop lol.

💬But isn’t this angle amazing? It perfectly shows that subtle part.

💬Mr. Eizen, you really know broadcasting.

💬You should’ve just gone all out with an R-rating.

💬That’ll get flagged later anyway.

Now his hips were even grinding against him. Christian’s hard thing kept jabbing into him painfully.

Every time Eizen squirmed and tried to escape forward, Christian waited for it, pressing even closer and grabbing his waist to pull him back.

“Um, Christian. When will we get there?”
“Why?”
“I was just wondering how long it would take…”

Eizen let out an awkward laugh, and Christian smiled brightly, resting his cheek against Eizen’s head.

“You want to get there faster?”
“It’s a bit uncomfortable.”
“What part is uncomfortable?”

A hand that had slowly crept up Eizen’s thigh now covered his stomach. The clothes, already reduced to mere scraps of fabric, offered Christian’s hand no resistance at all. 

The warm body heat only made him tense up even more. 

Tennes’s touch came back to him.

“Let go.”
“What if you fall?”
“I don’t think I’ll fall.”
“I’m just nervous.”

Christian’s large hand crept steadily higher. Eizen bit down hard on his lip.

Christian’s fingertips brushed lightly over Eizen’s flat chest, finally finding what he sought.

“Haah…”

Was it because Tennes had touched him so thoroughly earlier? As soon as his finger pressed firmly against the now-sensitive nipple, a moan escaped between Eizen’s lips.

“Hm… ”

Christian, seeming dissatisfied, let out a small sound and gently bit the edge of his ear.

“What happened with His Grace, the Marquis of Nemeo?”
“Ah, nothing… hic.”

Eizen’s once soft nipples instantly hardened. As Christian’s fingers pressed down firmly and tugged at them like pinching, Eizen instinctively pushed his chest forward.

💬What the – move those clothes out of the way!

💬Clothes, do your job and slip off naturally, come on!

💬What’s even happening under there right now?!

💎[ChristianAkgae donated 10,000 won] — Since it’s come to this, try feeding him that potion from earlier.

💬Trying to sneak it to Christian, hehehe

💬Actually, I think Pike should be the one to drink the potion.

“Ah, stop… ”

Eizen grabbed Christian’s hand over his clothes. But he couldn’t stop the fingertips teasing his nipples.

The hot, large member pressed into Eizen’s butt with every slow movement of the horse. On top of that, the relentless touching made his breath quicken.

“Did you already do it with His Grace, the Marquis of Nemeo?”
“Ah, I didn’t… Ugh!”

The hand gripping Eizen’s waist slowly slid downward. This time, it slipped not over his underwear, but inside them. He felt the warm, calloused hand wrap around his cock.

“Haah, ugh…”

A gasping breath burst from Eizen.

He thought he’d be fine since he’d already come once in Tennes’s hand. Was it the effect of the XX skill? Or was his damn body just too sensitive?

The thing between Eizen’s legs began to respond naturally.

”Feeling good?” Christian’s chuckling voice pierced straight into his ears.

Eizen bit his lip hard to stifle a moan, but his breath came out in ragged gasps under Christian’s skilled, familiar touch.

His hips swayed slightly, as if seeking more of that touch.

“Your hips are moving.”

Christian’s soft voice sent a chill down his spine. Was it the lewd tone? Or the mention of his hips moving?

Before he knew it, Eizen was unconsciously grinding his cock against Christian’s hand. Only then did he realize his state, his eyes widening.

“Ah, no.”

Had he always been this weak to pleasure? Eizen was shocked and overwhelmed by his own actions.

As Eizen stiffened, Christian pressed his lips to the nape of his neck. Christian’s soft lips traced each exposed bone, then his tongue flicked up and licked.

“Hic…”

Goosebumps prickled up his skin. As Eizen flinched and hunched his shoulders, this time, Christian even bit down hard on his neck.

“Stop… ”

Even to Eizen’s own ears, the voice was weak and feeble.

Yet, as he gasped and clutched the hand that had slipped inside his underwear, hot laughter scattered across Eizen’s neck.

Christian’s palm was already soaked, making squelching sounds. With every movement of his hand, the wet flesh met and parted, producing lewd sounds.

Goosebumps ran up his spine from the pleasure.

“Huh, ah.”

Was the shock lessened because it was the second time? Or had he grown accustomed to gasping under the man’s touch in the meantime?

Now, Eizen himself was confused. Knowing it was a BL game, he was both frightened and amused by how quickly he’d accepted it.

Eizen closed his eyes tightly and gripped Christian’s wrist with all his strength.

“I… I think I’m going to come. Stop, ugh…”

Christian stopped his hand as if by magic at the sound of his breathy, gasping voice.

He hadn’t expected him to actually stop. As Eizen blinked, a mix of slight bewilderment and unresolved pleasure washing over him, Christian bit down on his earlobe.

“Were you really surprised I stopped?”
“Ugh, just, stop… now. Haa…”

Eizen’s face flushed bright red. No sooner had he uttered the words to stop than Christian’s hand began moving again.

His entire body trembled at the sticky sensation. 

Was it because he was on the swaying horse? Or was Christian deliberately grinding? Every time he felt the hard shaft pressing painfully into his buttocks, a moan escaped him.

“Ah, ugh…”

It was hard to even think straight. The more he struggled, the more he leaned into Christian. His legs, spread wide, couldn’t close.

Eizen unconsciously rubbed his whole body against Christian’s chest.

“Ah, I, I’m gonna… ”
“Not yet.”
“Ugh, stop… Ah, stop.”

His hands stopped again. This was already the second time he’d stopped right before the edge of climax.

Even if Eizen tried to touch himself, he couldn’t even move Christian’s hand, which was loosely gripping his cock. Shaking his hips only made his palm brush lightly against it, bringing no sensation at all.

“Want to come now?”
“Yeah, uh-huh…”

He couldn’t even process what was being said. As Eizen gasped out a moan and frantically nodded, Christian chuckled softly and tugged Eizen’s hand. 

Behind him, Eizen’s turned palm touched something sticky and hot.

‘Cock…’

Eizen instantly recognized what it was, but he couldn’t pull his hand away.

Christian’s hand, which had been caressing Eizen’s chest, now covered the back of his hand and slowly moved up and down. 

A cock too thick to wrap even one hand around was roughly rubbed against Eizen’s palm. His hand slid smoothly over the sticky liquid, and the prominent veins pulsed rhythmically, as if in sync with the heartbeat against his back.

“Huh…”

“Haa, your hands are incredibly soft.” Christian’s low moan was mixed with laughter.

“Ugh, yeah …”

Eizen could feel Christian’s cock, so full it nearly overflowed his hand, twitching and trembling as if ready to ejaculate at any moment.

Eizen looked down at Christian’s hand rubbing his cock and gently rocked his hips. It was swollen as if ready to release immediately, yet it couldn’t quite cross that final threshold.

“Ah, ah… I’m gonna… come. Ha… Uh…” Eizen moaned, his entire body stiffening. 

As if determined to finally resolve it this time, Christian’s hand rubbed the trembling cock hard.

“Ugh, ah… ”

Each time Christian’s hand moved sharply, the moans were cut off abruptly. Even after confirming that Eizen had already reached his peak, like Tennes, he didn’t stop. As if urging him to go all the way.

The moment Eizen’s entire body trembled and thrashed, the large cock in his hand also spilled its semen.

Christian’s low moans flowed down from above. 

Slippery, lukewarm semen poured into the sleeve of Christian’s coat. Startled by the sensation of it running down his arm, Eizen hastily pulled his hand away.

“Ugh.”

What should he do? When he lowered his hand, semen dripped down his palm and back of his hand. A pungent smell wafted up.

“So, something happened with His Grace the Marquis of Nemeo, didn’t it?”

Christian whispered as if he knew everything. Eizen’s semen was thoroughly smeared across his palm.

“Ah, nothing happened…”
“For nothing, it’s surprisingly little. Or do you jerk off alone every single day?”

He turned his head away from the hand thrusting the semen right in front of his eyes. 

Eizen’s face burned hot.

💬So what are they doing now? T_T

💬It’s almost over. Just wait a bit. The screen will come back.

💬So they’re both doing it…

💬Ahahaha, saying it like that makes it sound so lame.

💬Still, you’re one step ahead of Tennes. Well done, Christian.

💬Tennes didn’t ask Eizen to do that.

“You keep saying it’s nothing, but that just makes it more suspicious.”
“…”
“And you show up wearing His Grace’s clothes.”
“He just lent them to me.”

Christian chuckled lowly, as if not believing a word, and clenched his hand tightly. White liquid dripped down.

“Put me down.” Eizen couldn’t bear to watch. His face burned hot.

This time, it wasn’t enough to just be gasping in the man’s hands; he was touching and stroking another man’s cock. His palm was still damp and slick.

“Put me down.”

If only he could just run away like he did from Tennes. Unfortunately, jumping off the horse required more courage than he’d imagined.

Eizen felt tears welling up. He’d tried to convince himself that kissing a man was one thing.

But now they’d reached the point of touching each other’s cocks!

The moment Eizen flinched, his body lifted off the ground.

“Huh?”

💬Bartholomew appears!

💬Only mages can use magic.

💬Hold him! Christian!

💬Right under his nose.

The moment Eizen’s body lifted, he remembered his exposed lower half and grabbed his coat to pull it down. Of course, in that situation, he should have been horrified to feel the semen soaking his sleeve.

“He said to put him down, Christian.”
“Bartholomew.”

He didn’t know how long he’d been there, but the blue-haired mage was perched on a broad rock.

“How long have you been there?”
“Hmm, since he touched your chest?”

💬You mean you were watching!

💬What do you think he was doing while watching?

💬Jacking off…

💬What?

💬Don’t be so explicit.

💬Yes, sir.

He thought he’d be put down immediately, but Eizen’s body kept floating along. He flailed his limbs toward Bartholomew’s direction, but it was useless. He had no choice but to be dragged along.

Eizen was forced by magic to sit next to Bartholomew. The moment he stared blankly at Bartholomew, his arm suddenly lifted. Bartholomew magically grabbed Eizen’s hand, slick with semen, and shook it vigorously.

“Farewell, Christian.”
“Bartholomew, I thought you weren’t interested in things like hunting competitions.”
“I’m saying goodbye, Christian.”

Eizen gave an awkward smile. His hand kept moving, regardless of his will.

“…”

For a moment, the two stared at each other.

‘It’s like they’re fighting over me.’

No sooner had that thought crossed his mind than identical messages appeared in the chat window.

💬Looks like they’re already starting a rivalry over Eizen.

💬Well, makes sense. Things are heating up down there.

💬Is Eizen really the su, though?

💬Based on what we’ve seen so far, yeah, pretty sure he is.

💬Yeah, definitely the su.

So what exactly did “su” even mean? 

He understood the gong in capture target – that was the top. But su? And why did they keep calling him the main uke? The more he thought about it, the more confusing it got.

Instead of asking pointless questions, Eizen pressed his lips tightly together.

“His Majesty will be looking for you.”

Before he could finish speaking, the long, piercing sound of a horn echoed.

“I’ll come back for you later, Eizen,” Christian ignored Bartholomew and spat out curtly.

“No. I’ll take him, whatever. Just focus on hunting, Christian.”
“… See you later.”

Leaving behind words whose intended recipient was unclear, Christian turned his horse and vanished in an instant.

Eizen glanced sideways at Bartholomew.

“Thank you.”
“Why thank me?”

Bartholomew grinned in amusement, placing a hand on Eizen’s shoulder.

“Um…”

For saving him? Answering that made Christian feel too villainous. Besides, saying he saved him felt awkward – hadn’t he said he’d been watching since Christian touched Eizen’s chest?

Suddenly, it felt unfair. Seeing him endure that, what harm would it do to help?

“Come to think of it, I don’t feel very grateful.”

💬Hahaha

💬Lol, Eizen

💬Guess you remembered that he was watching.

💬Probably watching while thinking, “Nice show.”

💬Ah, I was so focused on the 19 scene with Christian I didn’t notice anything else.

💬All I saw was a black screen with chibi characters just hugging each other T_T

💬Want to do one with Bartholomew too?

💬Eizen, are you okay?

Eizen stared blankly at his hand, soaked through with semen.

‘It feels gross.’

💬Try it.

💬Yeah, try it.

💬It might taste good.

💎[ChristianAkgae donated 20,000 won] — Christian’s XX… Please treat it with care.

Eizen ignored the viewers’ comments and pretended not to see the notification. He rubbed his sticky hands vigorously on Christian’s coat, but the semen smell wouldn’t fade.

“So. Did you enjoy it?”
“Huh?”
“You looked like you enjoyed it.”

Somehow, it sounded similar to what he’d heard earlier. Was he mistaken?

Eizen stared blankly at Bartholomew.

Bartholomew was smiling in a way that was impossible to decipher.

“Something happened with His Grace, the Marquis of Nemeo. Something happened with His Majesty Jeremiah. Something happened with Sir Christian.”

Did he know exactly what happened when he said that? Or was he just guessing? Eizen pursed his lips.

Today’s hunting competition was truly the worst in every way. Twisted this way, twisted that way, twisted round and round – it was a complete mess.

On top of that, he usually only masturbated once, but today he’d already ejaculated twice.

Exhaustion washed over him. When Eizen yawned softly, Bartholomew chuckled.

“What did you do to get so tired?”
“I didn’t do anything.”

💬Shouldn’t you drink a health recovery potion?

💬Isn’t it a stamina recovery potion you need, not health?

💬Health recovery potions restore health.

Eizen stared blankly at the chat window. Everyone was clamoring for him to drink a stamina recovery potion.

‘Seriously…’

And now, truly. Honestly. He swore he wouldn’t do anything else. Of course, whether it went according to Eizen’s plan was another matter entirely.

Eizen painstakingly pulled down his coat, stained with semen in places, to cover his thighs.

“But what are you doing here?”
“Me?”
“Yes.”

Who else could be here besides Bartholomew? He nodded at the obvious question.

💬Let’s do it with Bartholomew.

💬Seems like he’s going to do it anyway.

💬All five of them are going to do it anyway.

💬When is Pike coming out?

The viewers were already reacting as if the two were going to do it.

‘No. Absolutely not.’

Eizen silently vowed to himself over and over.

Listening to the viewers was important, but he didn’t want to casually touch a man’s penis like this.

After going through it twice, he figured the third time couldn’t be that hard. But it was true that it felt more repulsive than kissing.

But who said it? The first time is hard, the second is easy. The fact that he’d done ‘that thing’ with Christian meant it had gotten easier.

‘Ugh! No way! Absolutely not!’

Eizen screamed inwardly, reaffirming his resolve once more.

With Bartholomew, no – he wouldn’t do that gasping thing in another man’s hands anymore.

While Eizen was lost in these thoughts, Bartholomew reached out his hand.

💬Wow, Bartholomew looks like a Disney Princess.

💬Maybe the birds will do the work for him.

💬Or maybe he’s just moving the birds with magic.

Tiny birds chirped and fluttered down, landing lightly on Bartholomew’s long fingers.

It was a rather surreal sight. Blue hair alone was uncommon, but two tiny birds perched side by side on snow-white fingers? And the way they chirped in unison, as if in chorus, truly evoked the image of a Disney Princess, just as the viewers had said.

Eizen stared, his mouth agape. Bartholomew, noticing Eizen’s expression, smiled faintly and gave his finger a light shake.

The bird fluttered up and landed on Eizen’s head and shoulder.

“Uh, how did you do that? Magic?”
“No. I just like animals.”
“That’s surprising.”
“Why is that surprising?”
“Just…”

They say people who love animals aren’t bad people. Maybe Bartholomew really is a good person.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, Bartholomew added a kindly explanation, as if he’d been waiting for it.

“Creating chimeras is my hobby.”
“Huh…?”

Did he hear wrong? Eizen flustered and asked again, and Bartholomew repeated it clearly.

“Creating chimeras is my hobby, you see. I love animals.”
“…”
“Truth be told, I’d like to experiment on humans too. But that’s a bit tricky to handle.”

💬So Bartholomew really is a lunatic after all.

💬Birdie, run away

💬I’m still rooting for MewMew, though.

💬Doesn’t he plan to turn Eizen into a chimera later?

💬No way?!

Eizen felt goosebumps rise all over. What if Bartholomew really did try to turn Eizen into a chimera? Looking into Bartholomew’s gleaming golden eyes, it didn’t seem like this would end with mere worry.

“So, about that…”

💬‘So,’ he says.

💬Would it be okay if I turned you into a chimera?

💬How about just coolly becoming a chimera once and then reloading?

If saving were possible, maybe.

Unfortunately, this was Eizen’s real reality, where saving was impossible.

Eizen slowly backed away, but Bartholomew moved faster, closing in right before him.

“Give me some of your semen.”