BLBJ 16.1

Kidnapping and Sex Come as a Set Part 2

‘Is this really the right play?‘

Eizen gently kneaded Jeremiah’s shoulder with a complex expression. Even if he wanted to knead it hard, it was so slippery he couldn’t even grip it firmly. On top of that, it clung to him so stickily that he ended up taking off his clothes in a panic.

Eizen tried to wipe the cream smeared all over his body with his fingers as he moved around. But the more he did that, the more the slippery massage cream spread across his skin.

“Am I doing this right? Is it weird?”
“It tickles.”

Jeremiah chuckled softly.

Eizen slid his hand down Jeremiah’s muscular back. The bottle of massage cream was already more than half empty. The bed was sticky. His whole body was sticky. Everything was slick.

The moment Eizen’s hand swept down the back filled with muscle, Jeremiah lifted his body and pulled Eizen’s hand toward him.

“Hmm.”

Startled, Eizen’s face slammed into Jeremiah’s hard back. The motion felt like a bear hug, pressing Eizen’s chest tightly against Jeremiah’s back. As his already half-hard nipple slid and brushed against him, a gasp escaped involuntarily.

“J-Jeremiah.”

Eizen gasped for breath. Even when he tried to grip his shoulders, his hands slid right off. Now that Jeremiah was holding him tightly, he couldn’t escape at all.

The more he squirmed, the more their skin touched and slid against each other.

“Ugh.”

Eizen moaned involuntarily, his eyes widening. Jeremiah’s laughter echoed.

Eizen’s body was lifted and plopped onto the slippery bed with a thud.

“Now it’s my turn to do it for you.”
“Ah, no, it’s okay.”
“No need to refuse.”

It wasn’t refusal; he genuinely meant it. But Jeremiah seemed determined not to listen.

Jeremiah squeezed out a generous amount of massage cream. Splash! Jeremiah placed his cream-covered hand firmly on Eizen’s chest. Eizen instinctively hunched his shoulders.

“This slippery feeling is weird.”

Jeremiah’s large hands moved across Eizen’s entire body, spreading the transparent massage cream.

Eizen’s small, erect nipples, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for breath, Jeremiah’s fingers tracing each rib as he slid his hand up Eizen’s waist.

The sticky, clinging sensation on his skin felt truly strange.

“Huh…”

It was distinctly different from being wet with semen or sweat.

The sensation of having the slippery, viscous massage cream applied to his skin, then gently stroked by Jeremiah’s warm palms, was indescribable.

“Come here.”

The moment Eizen struggled to break free, Jeremiah gently lifted him again. As he embraced him from behind, the sensation of firm muscles pressing against his back sent a tingling shiver through his entire body.

Jeremiah’s back rubbed against Eizen’s slippery chest. Jeremiah pressed and rubbed his wet fingers against Eizen’s hardened nipples, then stroked his twitching stomach.

“Already excited?”
“Ah, no.”

The more he moved, the slipperier his entire body became.

Eizen pressed his thighs tightly together and shook his head, but his body, already slick and sticky with cream, easily yielded to Jeremiah’s hands.

Jeremiah dug between the soft flesh and gripped Eizen’s half-erect cock tightly.

“Huh…”
“Guess you don’t give massages here.”
“Th-that’s, ugh!”

Was he dissatisfied that Eizen had only kneaded his shoulders and back under the pretense of giving a massage?

Jeremiah’s large hand kneaded between his legs. Eizen pressed his thighs tightly together, but Jeremiah casually spread his knees apart.

“Huh, ah…”

The slippery hand traced Eizen’s skin. Each time it brushed his already rigid cock, a slick sound echoed. The hard shaft pressed against his buttocks, sticky with massage cream. He felt its scorching heat.

Jeremiah laughed as he flinched and shifted his position, uncomfortable with the painfully deep thrusts into his buttocks.

”What’s the matter? Does it bother you?”
“Of course it does!”
“Your skin is so smooth.”

Jeremiah, as if urging him to feel more, jabbed his hardened cock against Eizen’s body.

“Huh…”

Slippery massage cream slathered from his toes to the base of his neck. Every time Eizen squirmed, Jeremiah’s firm palm slid over his skin again and again. Jeremiah’s fingers brushed down over his hard, erect nipples, then hesitated near his quivering navel.

Jeremiah lightly shook the slick, wet cock, then pressed his lips to the sticky, damp nape of his neck.

“Tastes like nothing.”
“Mm… ah.”

The massage cream reached between his buttocks. Jeremiah’s large, already slick cock slid between Eizen’s buttocks.

As Eizen squirmed at the sensation of the tip grazing his twitching hole, Jeremiah spread his knees wide. Jeremiah’s fingers probed the tightly clenched hole.

“It’s so slippery, it’ll just slide right in.”
“Haah, ha…”

His stomach tingled. His body grew hot from the touch that didn’t press hard anywhere. The constant slipping sensation from the massage cream was unexpectedly stimulating.

In that instant, Jeremiah’s firm fingertip lightly brushed against the twitching hole.

“Ugh!”

Eizen tilted his head back. It had clearly dug slightly inward, as if about to enter. But the slippery cream made the finger slip. The inside of his waist twitched and tightened.

As Eizen gasped for breath, staring blankly between his legs, Jeremiah chuckled softly and nibbled gently on his earlobe.

“Seems like you want me to put it in already.”
“Haa, Jeremiah…”

After thoroughly exploring every inch of his body, to make him ache like this.

A palm that had stroked Eizen’s smooth belly now kneaded his chest. Pressing down hard on the firm, protruding nipples on his flat, supple chest, the thick cock, drenched in cream, slid and sprang up again.

“Huh…“

His entire body clung to him, rubbing against him. His hips swayed involuntarily against the large cock pressing between his buttocks. As Eizen rubbed his hips against the thick shaft several times, Jeremiah kissed his ear.

“Your hips are swaying.”
“Ugh, yeah…”

Once more, fingertips gently parted the hole and entered.

Eizen bit his lip hard, his entire body trembling violently. Only the tip of a single finger had barely entered. Yet, as if waiting for just that, the hole clenched tightly around it.

“Ah!”

The little that had entered slipped back out. His quivering insides clenched.

As Eizen exhaled sharply and rubbed his back against Jeremiah’s chest, the heartbeat pulsed clearly against his spine.

Their heated bodies slid and pressed together again. The curve of his cock, pressing firmly against his ass, was felt in full. The swollen, puffed-up head. The bulging veins. The twitching, gradually growing volume.

Eizen’s hole twitched open. As if fingers were unnecessary preparation, it demanded the large, thick cock immediately. How much had Eizen’s hips ground against Jeremiah’s stomach? The blunt tip pressed firmly against the hole.

“Huh… Ah… “
”Ha… Eizen, you want it that badly?“
”Put it in. Please put it in.”

Eizen whispered, begging. His entire body tensed at the tantalizing sensation of it slipping in again. As if he couldn’t afford to miss it.

The large, blunt head slowly, very slowly, began to push open the hole and enter inside.

“Ugh, ahh!”

With a flushed moan, the large cock filled the twitching hole completely.

Eizen’s hips began to tremble. The wetness seeped deep into his belly. The moment Eizen tried to move slightly and braced himself against Jeremiah’s leg, his hand slipped, and he ended up completely impaled on his cock.

“Ah, ah…”

Only incoherent moans escaped through parted lips. Jeremiah’s hot breath hummed in his ear. The arms wrapped around Eizen’s waist tightened. Eizen clung to Jeremiah’s neck.

“Ugh, mmm!”

His body was lifted up, then plunged down again. His whole body trembled at the feeling of being impaled. The sensation of the cock sliding against his wrinkled inner walls made his stomach tingle, and breaths filled with excitement burst out.

Their slippery bodies pressed tightly together. The harder he held him, the more their bodies shifted apart; the more he held still, the deeper he entered. Hot sighs escaped between their slick, wet lips.

Jeremiah had shifted positions and now held Eizen’s shoulders and waist tightly.

“Ha, uh…”

Eizen’s fingers slid over Jeremiah’s back, where muscles twitched. Eisen’s frantic attempts to cling on only served to heighten Jeremiah’s arousal.

 Each time Jeremiah thrust deep inside, Eizen’s inner walls clenched. The slippery cock slid out smoothly, then rammed back in roughly.

“Huh…”

Eizen rubbed his slightly protruding belly. The sensation of everything, right down to his fingertips, being slick felt so strange. It was like his whole body was drenched in semen. Or like sweat was flowing.

“Huh, ah!”

Jeremiah thrust deep inside again. No matter how tightly the hole clenched, it couldn’t hold the cock. It was soaked through with massage cream.

Jeremiah, who had been caressing the slippery wet hole with his hand, kissed Eizen’s chest.

Just the slight rub of his lips against his nipple made Eizen’s lower back tremble violently.

A squelching sound echoed. Flesh, drenched in massage cream, pressed together before pulling apart with a wet smack. The large bed swayed and creaked, screeching in protest.

“Ah, ah……. Jeremiah, hmmph. Mm!”

Eizen wrapped his arms around Jeremiah’s neck. The man brushed aside his damp hair and pressed sticky lips against his. Their tongues tangled together.

“Mmm, hmmph. Ah!”

Jeremiah’s hips thrust roughly, swallowing even Eizen’s moans. The sensation of being stirred inside made hot breath burst from Eizen’s nose. His fingernails dug into the hard muscle.

Jeremiah swept his tongue over the tender mucous membrane inside Eizen’s mouth, then wrapped his tongue around it and pulled. Saliva mingled. Already sticky all over, he couldn’t tell what was soaking into his hot body.

Each time the cock thrust deep inside, Eizen’s twitching member gushed white semen in spurts. The pungent fluid pooled on his stomach before trickling down.

“Huh, uh, uh…”

As if unconcerned, their hard, muscular bellies pressed together. Cream and semen mixed into a messy, slurping sound. Eizen clung to Jeremiah’s shoulders again and again.

The sound of skin clinging and peeling apart filled the room.

“Huh.”

Eizen let out a deep sigh and squirmed, trying to escape from his embrace, but Jeremiah chuckled softly and wouldn’t let him go. Still, thanks to the slippery cream, Eizen managed to turn his body slightly and stared blankly into Jeremiah’s green eyes.

Jeremiah’s long fingers traced Eizen’s eyelids, his lips brushing against the skin. Fluttering eyelashes grazed Jeremiah’s mouth.

“This feels good too.” His voice sounded satisfied. Eizen blinked without replying. “I like the slippery feel.”

“It’s sticky.”
“So you dislike it?”
“It’s like semen… ”

As Eizen muttered his honest thoughts, Jeremiah burst into laughter. Calloused fingers traced Eizen’s stomach. Semen and cream were tangled together, half-dried.

“Hmm, covered in semen. That’s fine too.”

Though his stomach was already overflowing with semen, Eizen didn’t bother to mention it.

As Eizen squirmed, trying to sit up, Jeremiah pulled him back down and held him close.

“What are you trying to do?”
“I want to wash.”
“Why?”
“…”

Eizen stared at him with a look full of discontent, and Jeremiah reluctantly released his arms.

“Aren’t you going to wash, Jeremiah?”

Eizen, slightly uncomfortable with the sticky mess, asked absentmindedly, then immediately regretted it. Jeremiah’s green eyes had flashed.

‘Ah, right. There was the bubble bath too.’

Of course, he had no intention of buying it again from [♥Secret Shop – Jeremiah♥].

Jeremiah picked Eizen up gently.

A bad feeling washed over him.

And that premonition proved accurate.

Now he didn’t even have the strength to groan. Eizen lay sprawled on the bed, which had somehow become fluffy, staring blankly into space. Jeremiah perched on the bedframe and kneaded his soft buttocks.

“Stop it.”
“You’re exhausted.”
“Yes, I’m exhausted.”

He could recover with just one potion, but he had no desire to drink it in front of this capture target whose stamina seemed bottomless. How long did he plan to torment him?

Seeing Eizen not budge, Jeremiah gave his butt a light smack and stood up.

“Want something to drink?”
“…Yes.”

Anyway, why isn’t he leaving? He should either sleep or at least leave Eizen alone to do something.

Eizen gulped down the drink Jeremiah offered. His parched throat felt moist, and he felt a bit better.

‘I need to escape.’

How should he escape? The sky was already bright and clear.

When he went in to wash, it was still ‘dawn,’ but when he came out, it was ‘midday.’ He truly had no strength left to stand.

Actually, that wasn’t a big problem. Potions could fix it.

But how was he supposed to get rid of Jeremiah?

💬Jeremiah doesn’t look like he’s planning to leave.
💬Should we run while he’s still here?
💬And what if he catches us?
💬Why are you already assuming we’ll get caught? That’s loser talk.
💬Wait, do you actually think Eizen could escape for real?
💬Are you disrespecting Eizen right now?
💬I mean, it’s true though.

A slight lump formed in his throat, but he didn’t have the energy to argue.

Eizen stared blankly at Jeremiah lying down beside him.

“Are you going to sleep?”
“You should sleep too.”
“…”

Haven’t we slept together before? Why does he insist on sleeping together tonight?

Jeremiah’s touch, lightly tapping Eizen’s nose, seemed almost cheerful. When Eizen blinked, Jeremiah chuckled softly, pulled him close, and closed his own eyes.

“You must be tired. Sleep as deeply as you like.”
“…”
“From now on, whatever you want, I’ll bring it to you.”
“But what about me?”

When Eizen cautiously asked, Jeremiah chuckled softly and toyed with his ear.

“Just stay like this.”
“Freely?”
“…”
“Staying like this… what does that mean?”
“By my side. Just staying still is enough.”

Eizen let out a shallow sigh as Jeremiah’s hands tightened around his waist.

Despite the bright light outside, the Emperor’s bedroom remained pleasantly dim, likely due to the thick curtains. Jeremiah drew in a measured breath.

💬So… are we just sleeping like this?
💬What else can we do, wait for the next escape chance?
💬Guess we just bide our time.
💬But doesn’t it feel like Jeremiah’s never going to let him go?

Eizen agreed with the words.

“Just stay like this.”
“By my side.”

The emphasis on “by my side” felt somehow ominous. It sounded like a declaration of intent to cling to him forever.

‘What should I do?’

When Eizen shifted slightly, Jeremiah’s firm arm tightened its grip even more.

“…”

💬And he’s not even wearing clothes.
💬Still, we can’t exactly escape right now.
💬Maybe this is our chance while he’s asleep lol
💬You can’t escape when his eyes are clearly open.
💬Let’s at least check if he’s really asleep first.

Jeremiah stirred slightly but showed no particular reaction.

Eizen cautiously tried to free himself from Jeremiah’s arm.

“Are you uncomfortable?”
“… A-a little.”

💬I just got chills for a second.
💬Same here.
💬I thought he was asleep, but I guess he wasn’t.

Eizen’s heart pounded wildly.

Jeremiah chuckled softly and loosened his grip slightly. Eizen lay stiffly, staring blankly into space.

‘At least there’s the chat.’

If he’d just been lying there alone, time would have dragged horribly. Watching the viewers chatter about this and that made it a little more bearable.

Jeremiah’s breathing became steady again. But that didn’t mean he was definitely asleep. It felt like he’d speak up the moment Eizen moved even slightly.

‘What should I do?’

Eizen lay stiffly, deep in thought.

Was now, while Jeremiah slept, his chance to escape?

Or should he wait for another opportunity later?

The viewers were also buzzing about the escape, but no one could definitively say which was the right answer.

Eizen shifted his body slightly. Just a tiny bit. Even that small movement drew no reaction from Jeremiah.

‘Ah! Come to think of it, I can use magic now, right?’

If he floated away using levitation magic, he could move without making a sound.

Eizen very slowly, patiently, lifted his body into the air.

💬Oh, he’s using that spell again already.
💬If you learn a skill, you might as well get your money’s worth.
💬True, that thing cost a fortune hahaha

Eizen lifted his body so slowly that he broke out in a cold sweat, finally managing to get out of bed.

He was completely naked, causing the screen to switch to an adult-only rating, but he couldn’t even think about grabbing his clothes and putting them on. Jeremiah would wake up.

‘What if it’s locked?’

He’d worry about that later. For now, the important thing was that he had ‘attempted to escape’.

Eizen approached the door, still hovering slightly above the floor.

Jeremiah still lay quietly on the bed. If not for the magic, the bed’s swaying might have woken him immediately.

He should be thankful he’d maxed out his skills.

💬You think the door’s unlocked?
💬Considering how on edge Jeremiah is, he might not have even bothered locking it.

Once again, Eizen slowly grasped the doorknob and turned it silently, carefully.

‘It’s not locked!’

There was no resistance!

The viewers who saw the knob turn also looked slightly surprised. And the moment Eizen opened the door, sunlight, which had filled the hallway, poured into the bedroom.

“Eizen?” Jeremiah’s voice called out.

Eizen bolted out immediately. He was completely naked, not a thread on him, but he had no time to care. Even if he tried to move as fast as possible with magic, Eizen didn’t know how to increase his speed. He could slow things down, but speeding up? Not so much.

‘Damn it!’

Eizen’s feet hit the floor and he sprinted down the hallway. His cock dangled between his legs, but he couldn’t stop.

BANG! 

A sound echoed, and a chill so intense it made his hair stand on end washed over him.

Without even a moment to look back, Eizen kept his legs moving frantically.

‘Potion! A potion first!’

💬He’s doping in the middle of all this hahaha
💬Hey, stamina matters.
💬What a waste, he should’ve taken it before running.
💬Eizen, faster! He’s closing the distance!

Still, after drinking the stamina potion, his heavy legs felt a little lighter.

Viewers were immediately informing him of Jeremiah’s location, so he could tell how close he was getting without even looking back.

💬Aaaah! He’s about to get caught!
💬Damn it, who am I even rooting for?
💬Eizen’s fast, but Jeremiah’s insanely faster.
💬He literally jumped out of bed the moment Eizen bolted, look at how quick he’s closing the gap omg
💬But why are they both jiggling everywhere
💬Ahahaha omg hahaha

Whether viewers called him clumsy or not, Eizen ran desperately anyway.

‘He’s gonna catch me!’

He heard footsteps right behind him. What should he do? His mind was in a complete jumble.

If he catches you next time, he’ll really snap your ankle…
Who’s been saying ‘ankle snap’ since yesterday lol
Looks like you want to break Eizen’s ankle.

The viewers’ words flashed through his mind like a galloping horse. Eizen suddenly remembered the massage cream.

That slippery, sticky stuff.

  [Massage Cream]
  ➤ 1,000,000 won
  ➤ A slick and slippery massage cream. 

A million-won trap! Eizen bought the massage cream and hastily popped off the cap. Then he scooped out a handful of the slime-like, squishy, slippery, sticky cream and flung it onto the floor.

💬Hahahahaha oh my god, what!
💬Hahaha damn, I did not see that coming.
💬Eizen, omg hahaha

Squelch! Squelch! The massage cream made a squelching sound as it fell onto the hallway floor. The smooth marble surface would make it even more slippery.

“Fuck!” Jeremiah’s coarse curse echoed.

💬Whoa, damn, look at him trying to keep his balance.
💬Still, he can’t really run, guess it’s too slippery.
💬Wow, so that stuff actually works.

He couldn’t look back, but it worked.

Eizen ran frantically, flinging massage cream wildly onto the floor. Only after he finished scraping it all up did he finally turn around, gasping for breath.

Glistening patches of massage cream were visible scattered across the floor.

And there, standing still in one spot, staring intently at Eizen, was Jeremiah.

“Hic.”

He was truly terrifying. If it weren’t for the cream soaking the floor, his face looked like he’d charge like a beast and bite into the back of his neck at any moment.

Of course, Jeremiah was also naked, but thanks to his Imperial-like imposing presence, it wasn’t such a big problem.

Eizen crept backward. Then he swiftly descended the stairs.

“Catch him!” A low, growling voice echoed loudly down the hallway.

His legs, which had almost stopped involuntarily at the sound, moved quickly. Eizen hurried down to the lower floor.

“Huff.”

💬That whole floor’s empty, but it looks like the others are full of people omg
💬What do we dooooo
💬Are we about to have another chase with the knights?
💬Can’t he just throw the massage cream as he runs?

Had they heard Jeremiah’s voice? Men with drawn swords were glaring at Eizen. Their eyes seemed to regard him as if he were the Emperor’s assassin, and Eizen’s knees began to tremble violently.

‘Aargh! Dammit! And I’m naked, for crying out loud!’

Did he have to run clumsily again?

Without looking back, Eizen sprinted down the stairs.

  [Massage Cream]
  ➤ 1,000,000 won
  ➤ A slick and slippery massage cream. 

He spent another million won. He threw massage cream around recklessly.

It was a dangerous sight, falling with a thud on the stairs, but who cares? He had to escape right now.

💬Guess it only works on Jeremiah.
💬He’s just stepping on it and sprinting anyway!
💬Aaaah, Eizen!

The audience shouted even more urgently.

‘It doesn’t work?’

Eizen frantically turned around.

He saw the feet of knights wearing boots. And he saw them stepping on the cream without hesitation, squelching it underfoot. They didn’t slip or flinch. As if it wasn’t even there.

Realizing instantly it was useless, Eizen tossed the massage cream bottle aside.

‘What do I do? What do I do!’

Secret shop items only work on the capture target. It was a maddening setup.

Eizen ran frantically, running and running, completely forgetting that the people of the Imperial Palace were watching.

The viewers’ “jiggle-jiggle” comments bothered him, but now he didn’t even have time to buy clothes.

He was scared enough when just one Jeremiah was chasing him, but with so many footsteps pursuing him now, his whole body trembled violently, as if sending a warning signal.

💬The number of pursuers keeps growing omg
💬At this rate he’ll have the entire Imperial Guard chasing after him.
💬Aaaaargh!
💬Is he gonna get caught?
💬Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he failed this time.

Why is the difficulty level constantly increasing?

Eizen hadn’t even imagined how terrifying it would be to escape from Pike.

The moment he finally reached the first floor.  Eizen saw the knights blocking the entrance. Their numbers were too great to simply run through.

“Haah, haah…”

Would he be captured like this? Or should he try another method? Panting, he struggled to organize the swirling thoughts in his head. Massage cream won’t work. He needed another method.

‘Abilities? Skills?’

There was definitely a way to break through this situation. There always had been an answer.

Eizen felt eyes drawn to the cock dangling between his legs and instinctively hunched his shoulders.

💬everything’s still jiggling.
💬Can’t he just put some clothes on?
💬This is totally an R-rated screen right now, right?
💬Yeah… all we can tell is that Eizen’s definitely running.
💬If this were any other game, he could just equip something straight from the inventory, but no. This one had to make dressing up ultra-realistic.

Ignoring the viewers’ chat, Eizen bit his lip hard.

Thinking him dangerous, everyone had drawn their swords. Did they really intend to stab him with those blades? Or were they just threatening?

‘They won’t kill me.’

They might just wound his limbs.

Eizen clenched his fists. The encirclement was tightening.

At that moment, Eizen’s dark eyes flashed.

‘Sword!’