BLBJ 15.6

‘All the way to the Imperial Palace!’

Even when he was turned into a puppy before, he’d managed to escape from Bartholomew. Yet here he was again, brought back. Did Bartholomew think he couldn’t escape this time?

The moment Bartholomew set Eizen down on the table, he looked around.

Every time he came here, he felt it was an unchanging space. Or rather, even if something had changed, it was so complex he’d have a hard time noticing right away.

Eizen turned his head toward the door. This time, as if determined not to repeat the same mistake, the door was firmly shut.

‘I really need to turn back into a human soon.’

Bartholomew was the only one here who would call Eizen by name. But right now, he didn’t seem inclined to turn him back into a human.

Bartholomew moved about busily, checking on Eizen crouched quietly on the table every so often.

💬But that pink rabbit is even cuter than I expected.
💬Especially those ears.
💬Look at them twitch!

It was a relief that viewers weren’t too bored. Eizen hopped around on top of the table, earnestly appealing with rabbit-like cuteness.

‘Come to think of it, I wonder how many viewers we actually have.’

As the broadcast dragged on, the number of viewers fluctuated, peaking during prime time only to dwindle again.

  [Viewers : 34,581] 

The ambiguous time slot meant the viewership was a bit low.

Eizen let out a deep sigh of relief. It was fortunate that even during such an awkward time slot, over 30,000 people had tuned in.

Bartholomew, who had been doing something alone, strode over.

Bartholomew plopped down in a chair, then swiftly lifted Eizen with one hand and placed him on his lap.

“You adapt pretty quickly, don’t you?”

He chuckled softly, running his hand over Eizen’s large ears. Whether it was a sensitive spot on a rabbit’s body or not, Eizen’s ears twitched and trembled noticeably. His hand slowly slid down his back, caressing the plump buttocks and the round, protruding tail.

Eizen looked up at Bartholomew. Bartholomew tilted his head slightly and smiled.

“I promise staying here won’t be too bad.”

💬He’s already planning his escape lololol
💬If Bartholomew knew what Eizen was thinking, he’d grab him by the neck.
💬He’ll find a way somehow.
💬Look at Eizen’s eyes, he’s not the type to sit still.
💬He’s literally a rabbit right now.
💬Figure of speech, obviously.

“Or… should I just make it impossible for anyone to find us at all?”

This must be how a rabbit feels when it comes face to face with a lion. It was a terrifying thought, wondering what method he might come up with. Would he change his appearance forever? Or was he even talking about killing him?

“Creating chimeras is my hobby. I love animals.”

This is truly terrifying. This is the man who even made drugs for breast milk play. Not a single word sounded like a joke.

As Eizen trembled violently, Bartholomew smiled faintly and gently stroked his palm-sized body.

“I don’t know what Marquis Nemeo promised you, but this will be more satisfying.”

It wasn’t that he hated the promise and ran away. Eizen let out a small sigh. Anyway, he’d only escaped because he had to keep broadcasting.

‘Just got caught twice. Getting used to kidnappings is a bit ridiculous, though.’

Thanks to that incredible adaptability, he’s working hard at this BJ job. He has no real complaints. The donations were steadily piling up.

Bartholomew, who had been slowly stroking his back, let out a short “Hmm.”

“It seems like it would be fine if you never became human again.”

That was scarier than any other words.

“Breeding you would be fun too. I could just make a pregnancy drug and make you take it.”

💬He’s only thinking about getting him pregnant.
💬Hahahahaha
💬Ask for Eizen’s opinion first, come on lololol
💬You don’t even need to ask, Eizen would gladly take one for the team anyway.

What does he take Eizen for, saying things like that? He was a bit annoyed at being treated like someone who’d sold his soul for money. But upon reflection, it wasn’t entirely wrong, so he had nothing to say. Of course, he couldn’t speak now anyway.

“Rabbits have short gestation periods, so it should be fine for them to have multiple litters.”

Eizen struggled, but Bartholomew, seemingly deep in thought, only stroked his back quietly.

“Ah, the problem is whose semen to use for impregnation. I can’t put it inside this little body.”

💬Eek!
💬Wait, he was gonna put it in?!
💬That’s animal abuse!
💬He’s a human who just turned into an animal!
💬Still, on the outside he is an animal!

💎[MewMew#1Fan] donated 10,000 won — He said he’s not gonna put it in, okay? Our Bartholomew isn’t that kind of guy!

Eizen had always planned to escape, but honestly, this was not someone he could ever stay with long-term. Who knew what kind of experiments he might try on Eizen.

Eizen rolled his eyes.

“It’s nice that you’re being quiet, but I still think you look better as a human.” Bartholomew chuckled quietly. “Eizen.”

The moment the word left his lips, a popping sound echoed, and his body snapped back to normal.

Once again, his clothes were nowhere to be found, leaving him naked. Eizen, who had ended up perched on Bartholomew’s thigh in his flustered state, flushed bright red.

Bartholomew’s large hand lightly gripped his smooth thigh.

“Let go, let me go.”
“Eizen, you’ve never been inside the inner room, have you?”
“The inner room?”

Eizen tilted his head slightly. Bartholomew effortlessly lifted him with one arm and strode purposefully toward another door. They passed through one door, then another.

‘I knew the Tower of Magic was spacious, but I never imagined it would be this vast.’

Had he magically expanded the space infinitely?

Bartholomew passed through doors left and right like a maze before entering somewhere.

Naturally, it was a room he’d never seen before. The windowless room contained a large bed, and the floor was densely covered with magical circle patterns. It looked as if it were screaming to anyone who saw it that magic was heavily enchanted here.

Eizen’s butt plopped onto the bed.

“Like it?”

How could he possibly like it? Even at first glance, it was a ‘confinement room’.

Eizen gave an awkward smile, but Bartholomew seemed quite pleased with himself.

Bartholomew leaned against the bedside. His gaze swept over Eizen’s body, completely unclothed, making Eizen’s face flush. Why was he getting used to sex but never used to being naked?

‘And I have to worry about ratings too.’

If there was nudity, the screen would switch to an 19+ rating. For the viewers’ sake, it was best to adjust the content to a level where as many people as possible could watch.

Well, regardless of that, most viewers just shouted for sex all day long.

As Eizen tried to pull the blanket over himself, Bartholomew spoke up.

“If you need anything, just say so.”

‘I need freedom.’ 

As Eizen stared blankly, Bartholomew chuckled amusedly.

“You can’t leave.”

A moment of silence passed. Eizen barely managed to cover his vital parts with the smooth blanket.

“At least give me something to drink.”
“Sure.”

Bartholomew stepped out of the room. Eizen tried to leave the room.

“Ugh!”

But the moment his foot touched the intricate patterns covering the floor, his body bounced back, flinging him onto the bed. Eizen bit his lip hard.

“Is he preventing me from leaving altogether?”

He stretched his legs out again, but nothing changed. Yet the moment his feet touched the floor…

His body was violently shoved backward. In a way, this was worse than when he’d been trapped by Christian.

When Christian had imprisoned him, he’d been chained, but at least he could move around inside the room.

‘No, there’s no need to compare.’

Being chained up so you can’t leave, or being trapped by a magic circle. It’s all the same, really.

💬Isn’t it even harder to escape with magic involved?
💬He doesn’t know a thing about magic though.
💬But technically, when he pulled out that item from the Secret Shop, that was kind of magic.
💬Before, he was just physically trapped, but now? What’s he supposed to do?

Eizen deeply agreed with the viewers’ comments. What should he do? Eizen didn’t know the slightest bit about magic.

Just as Eizen frowned slightly, Bartholomew returned to the room. He held out a cup filled with a drink. Eizen accepted it.

‘How do you make someone drink an affinity potion?’

Should he just hand it over like before, saying it was ‘good for stamina’?

He sipped the drink slowly, lost in these thoughts. Glancing sideways at Bartholomew, he saw a distinctly satisfied look on his face.

He was probably thinking something similar to Tennes. That since someone else kidnapped Eizen, he himself wouldn’t get caught.

Eizen glared at Bartholomew, who promptly strode over and sat beside him.

“Eizen, you’ve already realized it’s useless to try escaping, right?”
“…”

How did he know about the previous escape attempt?

Eizen’s eyes widened, and Bartholomew’s smile deepened.

“If you wish, I can make this room much larger.”
“Larger?”
“Which means it’s better to be quiet and stay still.”
“…”

Eizen pressed his lips tightly together at the words, a perfect blend of threat and persuasion.

“But… why were you there?”
“Hm?”
“Didn’t you know Christian… took me away? Then why were you there…”

Thinking about it, it was ambiguous. Why on earth? It wouldn’t have been strange if he’d been looking for Christian, like Tennes.

When Eizen tilted his head in confusion, Bartholomew chuckled as if amused.

“Because I knew Marquis Nemeo would find him.”
“Tennes?”

“His Imperial Majesty couldn’t personally mobilize people like that.” Bartholomew’s long fingers lightly stroked the pink hair. “The pedantic paladin probably still doesn’t even know what’s going on.”

💬Meanwhile, Pike’s the only one left out? 😭
💬Our Pike is not an outcast, okay?

“I can’t command people like Marquis Nemeo. The easiest thing is just to bring you along when he comes looking for you.”

His confident words left him speechless. Bartholomew was right – it was the simplest solution. Just picking up where someone else left off.

Eizen let out a short sigh. At least Bartholomew’s reasoning made sense.

Setting his empty glass on the bedside table, Eizen looked Bartholomew straight in the eye.

“What do you plan to do now?”
“What?”
“After bringing me here, what did you intend to do?”

At that, Bartholomew laughed as if genuinely amused.

“What do you think I brought you here to do?”

A question came back instead of an answer.

Eizen pursed his lips. Kidnapping, confinement, and sex were said to be a set. Since kidnapping and confinement were already done, only one thing remained.

“To have sex.”
“You’re so blunt, Eizen.”

Bartholomew chuckled, amused. His long, white fingers lightly brushed through the pink hair. The bed swayed slightly.

Eizen tilted his head back slightly to avoid Bartholomew as he drew closer.

“Wait, wait a moment.”

After all, shouldn’t he feed Bartholomew a potion to increase his affinity?

‘Come to think of it, what useful potions do I have?’

He abruptly thrust the heart-shaped bottle he was holding out.

‘This one.

“Hm.”

Perhaps because he’d seen it several times already, Bartholomew picked up the affinity potion without any particular surprise. Shaking it slightly, the liquid inside made a sloshing sound.

“Why do you give me this every time, Eizen?”
“Just… because it’s good for your health.”
“I haven’t noticed any change.”
“Things like that don’t usually improve noticeably.”

He recalled having this same conversation once or twice before. It was fortunate he drank it every time, despite his skepticism.

Bartholomew opened the bottle cap as usual and sniffed it lightly. Colorless, odorless, tasteless – it smelled of nothing, yet why did he check every time?

Eizen stared blankly, and Bartholomew chuckled softly before tilting the bottle.

  [Secret Shop Opens] 

  [♥ Secret Shop – Bartholomew ♥]
  [Time Remaining : 23:59:59] 

[♥Secret Shop – Bartholomew♥]

[Dildo]
[Dress]
[Underwear]
[Tentacles]
[Slime]
[Voluptuous]
[Wolf]

First, ‘‘voluptuous’ is out. It was absolutely impossible to think this item would help with escape.

Underwear is also out. With the corset laced so tightly, how could anyone possibly run away?

‘Dress? Dildo?’

💬This is seriously hard to choose.
💬How about the dress?
💬That doesn’t exactly scream “escape attempt.”
💬Then… the wolf?
💬Go, wolf! Yeah, something like that.
💬Slime’s just weird, right?
💬Tentacles are weird too, come on.

The viewers spouted useless advice.

Eizen was engulfed in worry. Thinking back to the Tennes incident, even the hole in the wall had been indirectly helpful. It had allowed him to move from the top room, where escape was impossible, to the floor below.

‘I have to choose carefully.’

Besides, whatever he chose would probably be used for sex again soon. Thinking about it that way, he really had to think deeply.

What on earth did he plan to do with the wolf? Surely not… Have sex with the wolf? Then what about the tentacles? The slime?

‘Aaargh!’

Eizen screamed inwardly. He didn’t want to choose anything.

💬I like the slime though.
💬Tentacle gang, hands up!
💬Hands!
💬Obviously knotting’s better, what tentacles are you on about?
💬Heh, I’m fine with all of them.

“What’s got you so worried?”

Bartholomew gently stroked Eizen’s cheek.

“Well… it’s just…”

All he wanted to do was demand why the hell the Secret Shop had something like this. Why?! It was getting to the point where Christian, who might as well open a pharmacy, felt perfectly normal.

‘No, the most normal one was surprisingly Jeremiah, though.’

Jeremiah was so normal it was almost embarrassing.

Eizen let out a deep sigh. Whatever he chose, it was either the worst or the second worst.

‘Ugh’

The viewers were going even more wild.

Eizen closed his eyes tightly and picked one.

  [Tentacles]
  ➤ 5,000,000 won
  ➤ Long and plentiful tentacles 

‘Long and plentiful tentacles?’

A chill ran down Eizen’s spine.

All he could do was hope he was right again.

Eizen bit his lip hard and paid for the tentacle.

“Huh!”

At that moment, something squishy touched his butt. He turned around and saw a lump of tentacles lying in the middle of the bed. He tried to convince himself that Bartholomew’s eyes were sparkling was just a dream. There was no way that was an illusion.

“Eizen, you really do come up with the most bizarre things.”
“Ha… Ha ha.”

Seeing the tentacle up close made it even more repulsive. Especially since it was semi-transparent. Eizen crept backward cautiously. In contrast, Bartholomew seemed even more intrigued, grabbing the tentacle boldly with his hand.

“Hmm. “

The ends were blunt, wriggling like fish pulled out of water. Anyone with even a slightly rotten mind could easily guess what it was meant for. Eizen shuddered violently, already feeling as if the tentacles had entered his body.

”You pull out things like this so easily. The fact you can’t actually use magic is charming.”

💬Can someone please explain what’s even appealing about that?
💬Maybe it’s the gap moe thing, you know?
💬Funny coming from the guy who put that in the Secret Shop in the first place…
💬Our Bartholomew is not a pervert, okay?
💬No one even called him that though, why are you so defensive?
💬Anyway, he’s not a pervert!

No, he’s definitely a pervert. Eizen forced the words that had risen to the tip of his tongue back down his throat.

Bartholomew seemed genuinely fond of the tentacles, touching and cutting them without hesitation.

“Hic…”

Eizen flinched. The severed tentacle thumped on the bed, then two new tentacles sprouted from the cut ends. Both sides.

“So it can keep multiplying like this.”

Why did Bartholomew’s mutterings feel so terrifying? He laughed aloud, as if amused.

Even just looking at it, the slimy, squishy-looking mass seemed to cling to his skin, and Eizen unconsciously brushed his hand away.

“Eizen.”
“Yes?”
“You mean we should try using this?”
“No, I don’t.”

He knew exactly how it could be used, and that terrified him.

Eizen shook his head, but Bartholomew pretended not to hear. As Eizen’s feet, which had been slowly backing away, stepped outside the dense magic circle patterns covering the floor, his body was flung back into the bed like a projectile.

“Ugh!”

He threw his whole body onto the tentacles in a panic. Eizen struggled, but being literally covered in a slick, sticky liquid made escape difficult. His near-panic state only made it worse.

“Hic…”

The sensation of writhing tentacles brushing his cheek and neck made his entire body stiffen.

“How about it. Like it? “
”Huh…”

Just as he was about to say no, something thick and squishy brushed against Eizen’s lips.

It had been perfectly well-behaved when Bartholomew touched it, so he couldn’t understand why it was clinging to him like this. The tentacle, sliding smoothly over his skin, crept slowly beneath Eizen’s clothes.

“I don’t want this…”
“Seems you like it.”
“Hmph!”

A chill sensation made his entire body shrink back. At least touching a person would be warm. The squishy tentacle was cold to the touch. That made the feeling of it crawling over his skin even more distinct.

“Take it off… Please take it off.”

Eizen thrashed, grabbing the tentacle tightly and pulling, but it stuck fast as if it had suction cups, refusing to budge. Even when he gasped and looked at Bartholomew, the latter showed no sign of helping.

“Hic!”

The tip of the tentacle groping Eizen’s chest found his nipple and began rubbing it. The sticky, thick, and cool tentacle stroked his already hypersensitive skin.

Eizen clenched his teeth and shook his head, prompting Bartholomew to personally undress him.

“Is it programmed to find sensitive spots?”

Bartholomew reached out, rubbing Eizen’s stomach and waist.

The hot hands and cool tentacles mingled, making his body grow even more sensitively heated. The blunt tip traced his skin like a snail, and whenever Eizen’s body flinched even slightly, Bartholomew would stroke that spot repeatedly.

As if seeking out the sensitive spots Bartholomew had mentioned, the tentacle pressed firmly against his hardened nipple. One of the tentacles, which had been sliding across Eizen’s chest, gradually moved downward, toward his lower abdomen.

“No, no… “

It was painfully obvious where it was aiming. Eizen gasped, clutching his pants tightly, but the tentacle somehow wriggled its way inside the belt.

It coiled like a snake around his already half-erect penis, tightening and releasing its grip.

”Mmm.”
“Feeling good?”

Bartholomew chuckled softly, prying Eizen’s trembling hands away. Then, as if it were nothing, he undid the belt and pulled down the pants.

Eizen gasped for breath, his gaze dropping downward. Beyond the translucent tentacle, his own twitching cock was fully visible. The tentacles’ control over tightening  and loosening was dazzlingly artistic. Enough to make his hips buck involuntarily.

A moan escaped between Eizen’s lips. Every time the heat rose and his skin grew flushed, the cool tentacles moved as if crawling over his skin.

“Huh, uh…”

So many places were touched at once that hands and lips alone couldn’t possibly reach them all.

As Eizen writhed his entire body, Bartholomew watched silently before cutting the tentacles off indiscriminately. With each slash, two more tentacles sprouted from the cut surface, four in total. More and more tentacles kept growing, clinging to Eizen’s skin.

“S-stop… Bartholomew. Ha…”
”Is it too much?”

Cold, damp tentacles slithered between Eizen’s buttocks. He tried to tense his body, but couldn’t stop them from burrowing between his legs.

Bartholomew severed several more tentacles with a sharp chop. Eizen’s entire body was tightly wrapped in translucent tentacles.

“Ah, ugh…”

The sensation of his hardened nipples being rubbed and pressed made his entire body cringe. Eizen squeezed and released Eizen’s cock. The feeling of the blunt tip gently rubbing the sticky hole oozing pre-cum made his lower abdomen tense up.

“I can see everything inside.”

Bartholomew stopped cutting the tentacles.

What had started as fewer than ten tentacles had multiplied into dozens. Eizen’s armpits, waist, inner thighs, the backs of his knees. Not a single spot was spared from the squishy tentacles touching him.

“Ugh, yeah…”

All Eizen could do was tremble violently all over. Every single sensitive spot was rubbed without exception. The sensation of it sliding and moving across his skin was just as chilling. The more Eizen struggled, the tighter the tentacles seemed to wrap around him, so he gave up wriggling. He just let out a fluttering, gasping breath.

The tentacles covered Eizen’s entire body. They groped every inch from the tips of his hair to the soles of his feet. Finally, they pressed firmly against the hole between his buttocks.

“Ah, no…“

”You’re twitching.“

Bartholomew spread Eizen’s legs and looked down. His face burned.

”Huh…”

The blunt tip of the tentacle poked the tightly closed hole several times. As if checking whether it could enter or not.

Eizen shook his head.

“No…”

It was a hole that had taken a cock and a few other things before. But a tentacle was different.

Eizen gasped for breath. He felt the tentacle push harder, forcing its way inside. The moment the cool sensation touched his inner walls, his whole body shuddered violently.

It wasn’t like skin just brushing against skin. This was entering directly inside his body.

“Hic, hwuk….”

A moan mixed with sobs escaped Eizen. The cool tentacle kept pushing deeper into his belly.

“No… No.”

The chill spreading from deep inside his body made his entire body tremble violently. The walls that had been burning hot shrank back at the cold. Each time his rear hole clenched tightly, the tentacle would slip out, only to plunge back in deeply when the grip loosened.

Eizen gasped for breath, touching his belly. It didn’t bulge out over his skin like a large cock. But he could distinctly feel its shape inside him.

“Huuuk. Uhhhh….”

It felt like a writhing snake violently churning inside his belly.

Eizen shook his head, but the tentacle buried deep inside never withdrew. The sensation of its coolness brushing against his inner walls froze his mind.

As Eizen squirmed and lifted his hips slightly, Bartholomew grabbed his knees and spread them apart.

“I can see everything.”

Bartholomew’s voice held an unmistakable delight.

“The way you twitch and swallow the tentacles. The way your insides writhe.”

Bartholomew pressed against Eizen’s hole as if trying to sink inside. His gaze felt unmistakably direct. Right into the hole and its inner walls.

It was an incredibly strange feeling. Should he call it shame? Or how else could he describe it? After all, people don’t usually see inside another person’s body.

Eizen twitched and clenched his hole tightly, but it wouldn’t close because the tentacle filling his belly prevented it.

“Huh. Ah!”

The tentacle that had entered deep inside slowly withdrew, then thrust back in. A slurping sound echoed. As his stomach grew cold, a chill spread to his fingertips.

Eizen unconsciously gripped Bartholomew’s arm tightly. His body heat felt incredibly comforting.

“Ugh, mmm…”

“Ha…” “

Bartholomew’s long fingers entered Eizen’s mouth, which was exhaling heated breaths. The fingertips, wet with saliva, rubbed against the inside mucosa.

When Eizen moved his tongue to lick the fingers and gently bit down, Bartholomew let out a small moan.

”Eizen.”

A large, hot cock thrust itself right before Eizen’s nose. Bartholomew’s golden eyes flashed with excitement. Gripping Eizen’s hair tightly, Bartholomew rubbed his cock against the soft lips.

“Haah, ugh…”

Eizen didn’t resist, swallowing the large cock whole. The sticky, clinging scent of the man filled his senses. He carefully moved his tongue, licking the twitching shaft and sucking it deep into his mouth.

He felt the tentacles tearing at his inner walls. Beneath the palm resting on his stomach, he felt the writhing movement clearly, his insides contracting.

As Eizen exhaled sharply, rubbing Bartholomew’s tip with his tongue, Bartholomew’s large hand gripped the back of his head firmly.

“Huh, uh… “

The sensation of tentacles crawling all over his body kept distracting his mind. His cock twitched and trembled at the creeping pleasure. His inner walls quivered, clenching tightly around the tentacles.

“Haah…“

Bartholomew’s languid moan echoed.

The sensation of being groped all over. The long tentacle churning deep inside. The movements rubbing and poking his erogenous zones. Eizen’s hips bucked.

It felt like being taken by multiple people at once. Except for the cold body temperature.

”Huh, uh, mmm…”

Just as the tentacles had found sensitive spots on the outside of his body, they now sought out tingling areas deep inside. Roughly rubbing and pressing against those sensitive spots, the tentacles made Eizen’s body damp with sweat.

Every time Eizen gasped and exhaled sharply, Bartholomew’s large cock thrust deep into his throat. Eizen tried to push Bartholomew’s hard thighs away, but he didn’t budge an inch. The pleasure spreading to his fingertips made Eizen’s fingers tremble violently.

“Hmph, uhh…”

His mind was reeling. The hot sensation filling his mouth and the cool sensation filling his stomach. The two sensations mingled chaotically. The cock buried deep into his throat choked off his breath.

Eizen’s face flushed crimson. He gasped, clawing at Bartholomew’s thigh, but the hand gripping the back of his head didn’t loosen.

“Ugh, ugh. Ugh…“

The tentacle’s movements, sliding down the cock, intensified. Eizen’s vision flickered and blurred. As the overwhelming urge to cum surged to his very scalp, Eizen gasped and came. At that moment, a sticky liquid was shot deep into his throat.

”Ah… Ah.“
”Eizen…”

The world seemed to spin wildly. The cock, which had been deep inside his throat, slowly withdrew, spilling the last of its viscous liquid onto Eizen’s tongue.

“Ha, ugh… “

A salty taste filled his mouth. The tentacles still twitched and spurted as they moved over Eizen’s cock, then tightened around it.

As Eizen gasped for breath, still caught in the lingering waves of pleasure, Bartholomew slid down beneath him and spread his legs.

”Ha… Haa.”

A breath of ecstasy burst out. Bartholomew, who had been staring intently as if observing the twitching hole, pulled the tentacle that allowed a clear view inside.

“Ugh!”

The tentacle that had dug deep inside slid out in one swift motion. The sensation made his entire body tremble violently once more. Eizen gasped for breath as the sensation of it being stirred around inside his belly faded. The gaping hole twitched and began to close little by little.

Bartholomew pressed the blunt tip of his cock firmly against him. Unlike the cool tentacle, he felt the hot body temperature at the same time. The sudden stimulation made Eizen’s entire body twitch again.

“Ba, Bartholomew. Ba. Ugh!”

The cock, filled with heat, filled Eizen’s insides completely. Thicker than any tentacle, the shaft pushed its way in, stretching the folds wide.

The hot cock rubbed against the walls that had been cold and still.

“Huh, uh… ”

Tentacles that had been creeping all over his body rubbed against the bulging part on his stomach. The tentacles inside him also writhed.

“Ha, ugh, mmm…”

Eizen’s hips bucked involuntarily. The sensations stimulating his entire body never grew familiar, no matter how much he experienced them. Instead of the cool tentacles that had penetrated deep inside him, a hot cock now thrust in. It pressed against Eizen’s insides, rubbed, and thrust roughly.

Eizen’s inner thighs began to tremble violently. The sensation of his hardened nipples being rubbed and squeezed made his mind melt away too.

“Ah, hmm!”

Every time the hot cock and cold tentacles alternated thrusting inside him, Eizen’s entire body curled up. He couldn’t tell anymore what was entering him.