BLBJ 7.2

Eizen jumped up from his seat. He could see his once-flat chest swelling up like a woman’s.

“What is this? Magic?”

Bartholomew’s eyes flashed.

“No!”

Eizen pressed his chest tightly with both arms. But his swelling breasts didn’t subside.

“What is it? Show me.”
“No way! Eek!”

The squishy feel of his chest was perfectly captured in Eizen’s hands.

With each step Bartholomew took closer, smiling slyly, Eizen backed up further. His back thudded against the wall.

“Why the hell is my chest…?”

💬Guess you’ve never played those old Raise a Princess games, lol
💬Voluptuous was the best one.
💬It’s even better if you put the beauty in a dress.
💬But really… how much bigger does this Voluptuous thing make the chest?

Eizen bit his lip hard while looking at the chat window. Judging by the viewers’ reactions, it seemed everyone knew what voluptuous  was.

“This is, well…” The words came out stammering.

‘What if my chest doesn’t go back to normal? Does this mean I have to walk around with breasts like this from now on?’

Eizen hunched his body, but Bartholomew easily pried his arms away from his chest.

Eizen’s chest was growing larger and larger. His shirt was stretched tight, almost to the point of bursting.

“Ugh.”

He twisted his body to escape the piercing stare, but why was Bartholomew’s seemingly slender hand so strong?

‘I… I didn’t turn into a woman, did I?’

‘It’s a BL game… why would I turn into a woman?’

Focusing intently on the sensation between his legs, he confirmed it was safely in place.

The gap between his shirt buttons widened. Just as the fabric felt suffocatingly tight around his chest, a notification popped up.

[Transformed]
[Time Remaining: 5:59:59]

Eizen breathed a sigh of relief. So even breasts have an expiration date.

Thank goodness. He wouldn’t have to carry this chest around forever.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, he realized the immediate problem before him.

His chest had grown larger due to an item purchased from [♥Secret Shop – Bartholomew♥]. That meant this state perfectly matched Bartholomew’s tastes.

“Ba, Bartholomew.”

Words stumbled out of Eizen’s mouth.

💬Bartholomew looks absolutely thrilled.
💬Such a genuine smile.

Just seeing him smile, as viewers said, sent chills down his spine. Should he say Bartholomew looked happier than ever?

The moment Eizen slightly hunched his shoulders, Bartholomew suddenly asked, “You didn’t lose the thing down there too, did you?”

“…Huh?”

💬That was the remark of a true pervert
💬Looks like he’s worried Eizen might’ve lost his manhood.

The moment he dumbly repeated Bartholomew’s words, the hand holding Eizen’s arm slid downward. Then, without any hesitation, it grabbed firmly between Eizen’s legs. The large hand clasped the problematic part tightly. Eizen gasped sharply.

“It’s still there.” 

Bartholomew smiled faintly. A chill ran down his spine.

“Of course it is.”
“Just the chest grew, right?”

Bartholomew’s gaze fell on the shirt, bulging as if about to burst. Eizen gasped and hunched his body, but he couldn’t completely hide his now enlarged chest.

“I made something fun with the semen I saved last time. Perfect for today.”
“Huh?”

💬Oh yeah, that did happen.
💬I’d completely forgotten.
💬What did he even make, though…

Bartholomew’s hand, still clutching between his legs, kneaded and rubbed the still-soft cock.

“Ugh…”

Stimulation made it harden, of course. Eizen squirmed, but Bartholomew showed no sign of letting go.

“Just touching it like this gets you excited?”

Bartholomew chuckled softly. Eizen covered his chest with his arms and glared at the blue-haired mage.

“Ah, that look really turns me on.”

💬Bartholomew’s not exactly sane either.
💬The Secret Shop wasn’t normal to begin with.
💬Why act surprised now?

He really isn’t the sane one. From the very beginning, the fact that voluptuous was in the secret shop wasn’t sane.

‘Voluptuous… I should have asked what it was before buying it.’

Regret was too late. 

Eizen’s crotch bulged thickly.

Bartholomew traced the outline of his hardened cock with his fingertips, chuckling softly.

Of course it was strange, and it felt strange. 

Were women’s breasts always this large? He’d never walked around staring at women’s breasts on the street, so he couldn’t know. 

On top of that, Bartholomew’s hand kept touching between his legs, clouding Eizen’s mind.

“How did you make them come out?”

Bartholomew jabbed his finger into Eizen’s chest.

“Hah, don’t do that!”
“They’re so soft.”
“Don’t touch… Ugh, hmph!”

Just as Eizen tried to say “Don’t touch,” Bartholomew’s hand shot inside his pants. Eizen’s eyes widened.

“How did your chest get so sweet? Medicine? Magic?”
“…”

Eizen just turned his head away to avoid the gaze.

“Well, whatever. But how did you know I like this kind of thing?”

💬What do you mean, we saw it in [♥Secret Shop – Bartholomew♥].
💬Bartholomew’s secret tastes.
💬How does it feel when the main character suddenly figures out your secret tastes and acts on them?
💬Of course, XX.
💬Just get undressed quickly and go straight to the 19+ adult stuff.

The viewers were going crazy, yelling to hurry up and XX.

Eizen curled up tighter. Each time his arm pressed firmly against his chest, it felt strange. He should have touched a woman’s chest before.

As Bartholomew had said, the soft, warm chest wrapping around his arm felt quite nice. When Eizen absentmindedly rubbed his chest with his arm, the sensitive nipple pressed firmly, making him feel a little better.

The moment he blinked dazedly, Eizen startled and jerked his head up.

‘Snap out of it!’

Eizen bit his lip hard. This chest was Eizen’s now. The biggest problem, however, was that he’d hit the nail on the head regarding Bartholomew’s bizarre tastes.

“Guess you don’t feel like saying anything.”

Bartholomew shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly unconcerned. For Bartholomew, the only things that mattered were that Eizen’s manhood was still attached and that he’d grown breasts on top of that.

“Here, drink this.”

Bartholomew abruptly thrust a bottle of white liquid toward Eizen.

“No, I don’t want it.”

💎[MewMew#1fan donated 100,000 won] — Ah, just drink it. Quickly, show me Mewmew’s big dick. Please. Hurry. I’m getting dizzy.

💬LMAOOOOOOO
💬Alright, let’s start by taking off his pants first.
💬I wanna move to the 19+ adult chat already.
💬I’ve got so much I wanna say, but I can’t say it right now…

💎[MewMew#1fan donated 10,000 won] — Drink it, and if you show your tits, I’ll donate 100,000 won.

‘You’re telling me to do all this for a measly 100,000 won?’ 

Eizen felt a surge of anger. Still, now people were donating steadily, and his viewership was growing. Should he really sell his pride for 100,000 won?

💎[NoMoney donated 1,200,000 won] — Take it, and I’ll throw in another 1.2 million.

💬NoMoney, you’re so damn cool…
💬Here comes the potion – chug! Chug, chug, chug!

‘Drink the potion and show my breasts for 1.2 million won?’

Eizen swallowed hard. He stared intently at Bartholomew. His smile seemed pleased as he shook the bottle filled with white liquid.

Wouldn’t he have to drink that stuff eventually anyway? Besides, having sex was already a foregone conclusion, wasn’t it? It was just a matter of doing it sooner or later.

Having rationalized it in an instant, Eizen bit his lip hard.

‘Yeah, it’s what the viewers want anyway.’

What was a BJ’s true purpose? To show viewers what they found entertaining, what they desired.

Eizen hesitated, then lowered his hand. The shirt, stretched taut enough for the buttons to pop open, embarrassed him, and the faint outline of his nipples visible beneath it filled him with shame.

“I… want to drink.”
“You want to drink it?”

Eizen just nodded. He feared hesitating longer would make his courage fade again, so he quickly gulped down the white liquid.

“Ugh…”

It tasted like semen. Damn semen!

Eizen’s face twisted in disgust, but Bartholomew’s face lit up in equal measure.

💬What the hell is that?
💬I’m guessing it’s a breast milk potion.
💬A breast milk potion? What’s that?
💬😳💦
💬Oh lol.

Breast milk?

‘So you’re saying milk will come out of these already swollen breasts?’

Eizen’s eyes flickered wildly.

“The effects will kick in soon.” Bartholomew approached with a sly smile. 

The hand that had been kneading between Eizen’s legs moved up, poking and groping the large, swollen breasts.

💬Gotta show it, obviously.
💬Let MewMew show his dick on his own.
💬MewMew’s panicking lol 😂

‘Yeah, showing it was part of the deal.’

Eizen pressed his lips tightly together and slowly undid his shirt buttons.

Bartholomew, who had been gently caressing Eizen’s chest, pulled his hands away with an amused expression. That made Eizen feel even more embarrassed.

“Ugh…”

As each button came undone, the suffocating tightness vanished. Eizen’s cleavage was revealed through the gaping shirt front. His face grew increasingly crimson.

💬Alright minors, see you later.
💬I’ll tell you guys how insane it was once I’m back.
💬Ready to move over now.

Ignoring the viewers’ chat with deliberate effort, Eizen slowly lifted up the hem of his shirt. His chest was fully exposed. Whether from embarrassment or the blatant stares, his nipples were already half-hard and swollen.

“Are you okay?”
“Huh?”
“It’s starting to hurt, isn’t it?”

Eizen blinked, not understanding what was being said.

What on earth was hurting? Exposing his chest was fine, but now what should he do?

💎[MewMew#1fan donated 100,000 won] — I think I can die happy once I get a look at Bartholomew’s thing.

💬You’ve gotta stick around till the 19+ scene to truly ascend lol 😂

💎[NoMoney donated 1,200,000 won]

💬Whoa, damn! That’s badass!
💬No need for words, I’ll prove it with money.
💬So freaking cool!

Eizen glanced at the chat window and felt a dull ache slowly spreading in his chest.

“Ugh… “

What should he call it? It felt like something was pulling tightly. Or throbbing. Or like someone was squeezing his chest.

The moment Eizen pressed down hard on the sore spot, white liquid began dripping drop by drop from his nipple.

Eizen stared dumbly down at his own chest. It felt unreal.

Not only had he suddenly grown enormous breasts, but now they were leaking white liquid?

“I got it right.”
“Wh-what is this…?”
“It’s a medicine that helps make breast milk for a while.”
“Huh?”

💬Wait, was it actually a milk kink?
💬LMAO ah, fuck 😂
💬Eizen’s dripping white liquid from both ends now.

Bartholomew pulled Eizen toward the sofa.

Eizen’s chest grew tighter and tighter. It felt like it had grown even larger than before.

“It hurts… “

What could he do about this pain radiating from deep within his body?

As Eizen moaned softly, not knowing what to do, Bartholomew gripped his large chest tightly. White liquid spurted out from his nipples in all directions.

“Wh-what…?”
“It hurts, doesn’t it? That’s why we have to squeeze it out.”
“Aah!”

Bartholomew’s long fingers squeezed his swollen, puffy chest. Each time, milk overflowed from the tips of Eizen’s nipples.

Eizen clutched Bartholomew’s wrist. The sensation of his breasts being squeezed felt strange. On top of that, the cock that had been standing stiffly since earlier tickled him.

“Huh…”

Eizen pressed his thighs together and shifted uncomfortably. The tightness inside his pants was unbearable. He felt an urge to strip off his pants too, as if freeing his chest alone wasn’t enough. Eizen clenched his fists instead of throwing off his clothes.

“Haah.”

Hot breath poured down over Eizen’s head. When he looked up, the outline of Bartholomew’s already bulging cock came into view.

‘He really is a pervert.’

It felt strange he could even get hard in this situation.

Bartholomew seemed to sense Eizen’s gaze, chuckling softly before stopping his breast massage.

“Want to see it?”

Should he say he wanted to see it? Or should he say no?

‘I don’t actually want to see it.’

If they were going to have sex anyway, wouldn’t he see Bartholomew’s cock either way?

Unable to give any answer, Eizen’s lips trembled. When he finally looked down, the carpet soaked through with his own spilled milk came into view. Eizen’s face flushed bright red and he turned his head away, prompting Bartholomew to chuckle softly again.

Bartholomew undid his belt with a leisurely hand and pulled out his stiff, erect penis.

“Hic…”

It was grotesque. 

Eizen couldn’t tear his eyes away from the phallus thrust right before him. Below the glistening, wet tip, the shaft that should have been rigid was twisted and bent in all directions. It felt unreal, and he blinked slowly.

No, it wasn’t bent.

Bartholomew’s cock had bulging, bead-like things embedded in it.

Eizen stared blankly, as if seeing not a human penis but something else entirely. Then Bartholomew burst out laughing and ran his hand swiftly over his cock. The bulging, beaded protrusions shifted and moved beneath the skin of Bartholomew’s penis.

Eizen’s mind froze for a moment.

💬Holy shit, didn’t think we’d get a modded version.
💬It’ll fit, right?
💬Yeah, it’s fine. The bottom hole can handle anything anyway.

Eizen’s head creaked and turned in response to the viewers’ chat.

Having sex with Bartholomew meant shoving that bulging, beaded cock into his backdoor.

In other words, it meant being penetrated by that monstrous, enormous, grotesque thing that didn’t look human at all.

“Like it?”

Eizen slowly lifted his head at Bartholomew’s leisurely voice. The glistening wet tip lightly brushed his nose. He felt the sticky, damp skin touch him. A lewd scent wafted up. The soft glans pressed firmly against Eizen’s lips.

“Open your mouth.”

Bartholomew’s slightly excited voice rang in his ears. The large cock slid slowly toward his lips. Eizen’s lips, drenched in slippery liquid, were pressed open.

Only then did reality sink in. If he stayed still, he’d have to put that thing inside him right away.

Eizen jumped up in a panic.

“I, um, I’m busy… Ah!”
“Now?”

As Eizen tried to escape, he was thrown back onto the sofa.

Splash! Eizen’s chest shook violently, white liquid dripping down in droplets. Eizen’s shoulders were pressed down hard, and Bartholomew gripped his chest tightly, lifting him up.

“Huh.”

Both breasts, still taut and swollen, were firmly pressed down. The sensation of milk dripping down his skin was sharp. As he squirmed, trying to escape Bartholomew’s grip, Bartholomew’s hard cock was thrust firmly between Eizen’s already slick, wet breasts. A satisfied sigh echoed. 

Bartholomew’s hard cock thrust repeatedly between Eizen’s soft breasts. The glans, slick with breast milk and pre-cum, touched Eizen’s lips again.

“Stick out your tongue.”

At Bartholomew’s command, Eizen pressed his lips tightly together. Wasn’t he telling him to lick? His mind was reeling from the situation, but he wasn’t quite that far gone yet.

Bartholomew chuckled low at Eizen’s resistance, then gripped his swollen, red nipple hard.

“It hurts!”
“Huh, ah… “

Ignoring Eizen’s words, Bartholomew pinched his nipples hard between his fingers and pulled them sharply. A large cock sprang out between Eizen’s breasts before retreating back inside. Bartholomew forced his lips apart and thrust his long fingers inside, grabbing hold of his tongue. Eizen squirmed, trying desperately to escape, but he could only stick his tongue out. The sticky, wet glans touched the tip of his tongue, poking and prodding.

“Lick it. Eizen.”

Eizen felt his head melting into a gooey mess, dripping down along with his milk. His nipples were being yanked painfully tight, and milk flowed from his soft breasts as the cock pressed down hard, burying itself inside. The cock touching his tongue gave off a salty, sweetish smell.

Eizen moved his tongue cautiously. He licked the soft tip, then carefully licked beneath the wide, upturned glans. 

Bartholomew’s fingers gripped Eizen’s nipple tightly, and each time Eizen’s chest was crushed against the hard cock, lukewarm, white liquid oozed out. The sweet, milky scent filled the air.

“Ha, ugh…”

Every time the beads studded along the shaft rubbed between his breasts, Eizen shuddered all over.

Just imagining that thing really being rammed into his back hole made his stomach churn.

Eizen felt the tip, mercilessly thrusting between his lips, twitch and tremble. Bartholomew’s hand slid in as if stroking Eizen’s pink hair, then yanked the back of his head hard.

‘Ugh!’

The next instant. Salty semen poured into his mouth.

“Haah.”

A satisfied moan escaped Bartholomew.

Eizen tried to push Bartholomew’s thigh away but couldn’t budge. His nipple, tightly pinched between Bartholomew’s fingers, tingled. Eizen’s entire body was drenched in the milk still dripping in droplets.

“Cough…”

 Bartholomew covered Eizen’s mouth, now full of semen. The sweet taste of milk mingled with a salty, fishy flavor.

Eizen looked at Bartholomew, unsure what to do. He smiled faintly and pressed his cheek firmly.

“Ah…”

Eizen’s lips parted, revealing the semen pooled inside his mouth.

Bartholomew’s long fingers stirred the thick, slippery, fishy liquid, then pulled his tongue back out again.

Semen dripped down between his lips. The still-stiff tip of the cock touched Eizen’s tongue. Bartholomew chuckled softly as he rubbed the soft glans against his tongue, as if wiping away the remaining traces.

He couldn’t tell what he wanted. What was Eizen supposed to do?

Bartholomew gave Eizen’s shoulder a sharp push. Eizen collapsed onto the sofa, feeling his chest heave more distinctly. Whether it was from being swollen with milk or the unfamiliarity of his body, his chest throbbed with a dull ache.

Even now, with Bartholomew’s hand gone, a thin stream of white liquid trickled out. Eizen bit down hard on his lip. He wanted to clench his fist tightly around this soft, squishy mass of flesh. The throbbing sensation radiating from deep inside made his entire body ache.

“Huh…”

When Eizen lightly cupped his chest, his entire body trembled violently. As he slowly pressed down on his breasts, an equally large amount of fluid gushed out.

His breasts, which had only been throbbing with pain, seemed to feel a little better.

“How does it feel to touch yourself?”

Bartholomew, who had stepped away briefly, returned with something. His clothes were soaked through. The pungent smell of semen was quickly drowned out by the scent of milk.

Eizen hesitated, then clenched his hands tightly around his own breasts. His hands became damp with breast milk, and a moan escaped between his lips.

Bartholomew slowly stripped off his wet clothes and tossed them aside.

Eizen unconsciously tightened his grip on his chest. White liquid sprayed out like a water gun in all directions.

“Don’t squeeze too hard, it’s a waste.”

Bartholomew said nonchalantly and approached the sofa. Just like the first time he had sucked his cock, he approached as if it were nothing, stripping off Eizen’s pants. The already taut, swollen member sprang free.

“Hmmm…”

Eizen’s entire body grew hot under Bartholomew’s golden eyes, which scanned him up and down as if admiring a work of art. 

Dripping milk. The sight of his flushed, throbbing cock twitching. How grotesque it must look.

Eizen bit his lip hard and turned his head away.

“It looks good on you. It really does.”

Bartholomew licked his own lips with the tip of his tongue.

Bartholomew spread Eizen’s legs and lowered his head, slipping his hips between them.

Even after ejaculating once, Bartholomew’s cock remained rock-hard, pressing firmly against Eizen’s stomach. Each time he felt the sensation of the knobbly, protruding beads, Eizen felt his stomach churn.

He could see Bartholomew’s blue hair cascading down. 

Once more, long fingers gripped Eizen’s chest tightly.

“Haah…”

White liquid splattered everywhere, splattering onto Bartholomew’s glasses too. As if not caring about such things, he stuck out his tongue, licked the protruding nipple between his fingers, and bit down hard with his lips. The sensation of being sucked in deeply, like a baby nursing, made the flesh inside Eizen’s waist tremble.

“Huh, ah…” 

Was this feeling always this strange? Or was it just that he was particularly perverted and sensitive?

He could see Bartholomew’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. Eizen’s face flushed bright red. Bartholomew rolled his tongue over the swollen nipple, then scraped his teeth along the areola.

“Hic!”

Goosebumps prickled up Eizen’s spine. He moaned as Bartholomew bit down on the nipple, just hard enough to hurt, then sucked deeply once more. The throbbing pain in his chest eased slightly. Though it soon swelled again, aching intensely.

“Do… do it… again,” Eizen whispered, almost pleading, as the pain temporarily receded.

Bartholomew chuckled softly and pulled away. Instantly, the throbbing pain returned to his chest.

“Shouldn’t we do this side too?”

His lips touched Eizen’s other breast.

This time, Bartholomew bit down hard on the tender areola without mercy, making Eizen cry out in pain mixed with a whimper.

Bartholomew slowly moved his hips. The friction between their hardened members produced a sticky sound.

Eizen’s hips bucked. Whether it was the stimulation of his sensitive, swollen breasts or something else, it felt like his insides were contracting.

Eizen already knew what he desired. Hadn’t he realized countless times that merely stimulating the front couldn’t resolve this strange sensation? 

Eizen grabbed Bartholomew’s hair, buried in his chest, and thrust his hips lasciviously.

Bartholomew must have felt it too, because a low chuckle escaped him.

“You’re dripping up top, so you want to cum down below too?”
“Ahh…”

The man who had branded Eizen with vulgar words thrust a finger deep into his twitching rear.

The hole, already softened and loosened by sex with Jeremiah, swallowed Bartholomew without difficulty.

“Already so wet.”
“Huh, ahh…”

Eizen’s face flushed bright red. Bartholomew didn’t even need to stretch him further.

Two fingers were quickly added. A slurping sound echoed.

Eizen gasped for breath. Though he’d only had sex a few times before, he felt his insides twitch and tighten. Just from Bartholomew’s fingers entering him, his hole already fluttered, as if anticipating the cock that would soon enter.

Eizen’s face flushed bright red. It was clearly due to his sex skills or his XX ability. Otherwise, how could he have become this lewd in just a few days?

“So soft.”

Bartholomew chuckled softly. He stretched his fingers apart and bit down hard on Eizen’s chest again. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh and sucked with all his might.

The sensation of his breasts being sucked dry made Eizen’s shoulders tremble violently.

“Huuuh, ah, please… “
“Please?”

Eizen couldn’t even tell what he was begging for.

To ease the throbbing ache in his swollen, bursting chest, even just a little?

Or to fill the quivering hole that yearned for a large cock?

Eizen looked at Bartholomew, wanting to cry. He despised his own body for becoming so lewd, yet his trembling hips, seeking pleasure even now, left him speechless.

Fingers, drenched in sweet milk, wiped the tears streaming down Eizen’s cheeks.

“Ba, Bartholomew…”

Eizen gasped, shifting his hips slightly. He thought about how he wished the cock, heavy and imposing on his stomach, would push deeper inside, then shook his head.

Bartholomew nibbled at Eizen’s chest as if tormenting him, only using his fingers to spread the hole.

“Ask me to put it in.”
“Haah…”
“Say it.”

“You… please put it in, please put it in!” Eizen cried out as if screaming.

Only then did Bartholomew’s monstrous cock slide down his thigh, poking sharply between Eizen’s buttocks.

Eizen felt as if his entire body had frozen. Hadn’t he seen that grotesque, vicious beaded cock right before his eyes? Eizen gasped, clutching Bartholomew’s hair.

“Ah, ugh!”

The slick tip pushed deep into the already loosened hole.

The feeling of being stretched wide made Eizen’s waist twitch and tremble. The blunt glans slowly pushed its way in, parting the folds. The inner walls quivered, begging to be scraped deep inside.

“Ha, ha…”

Eizen’s hips twitched involuntarily, sucking Bartholomew’s cock deeper inside. His mind went mushy. The hole, clenching tightly around the narrowed section below the glans, tried to swallow the thick shaft that followed.

“Hah!”  But the knobby pearls caught on the hole. 

When Eizen, who had been slowly devouring the penis, stopped, Bartholomew let out a low chuckle. “You have to finish eating it.”

“Ha, ugh…”

Bartholomew gripped Eizen’s waist tightly, then thrust his cock deep inside with force.

“Aaah!” Eizen let out a cry mixed with a moan.

The feeling of his slippery, wet hole being forcibly stretched wider made his limbs tremble violently. The knobby, protruding beads pushed deep inside his back passage. A sensation completely different from anything Bartholomew’s cock had scraped or pressed against before shot through Eizen’s entire body.

“Ah, ugh! S-stop. Ah!”

Bartholomew held Eizen tightly as he struggled, exhaling a sticky breath before pushing his cock in once more with force. Eizen’s toes, stretched out behind his waist, began to tremble violently.

Eizen was completely out of his mind. The sensation of his hole, already stretched to its limit, being widened further felt like madness. Each time the hard beads roughly stimulated his inner walls, a moan burst out.

He couldn’t remember how many beads there were, nor did he care. With each one entering, Eizen’s limbs trembled violently. What would happen if Bartholomew moved his cock like this?

Fear and a strange anticipation washed over Eizen’s entire body.

Milk dripped incessantly from his chest, tightly pressed against Bartholomew’s strong embrace. Eizen couldn’t tell if his whole body felt sticky from sweat or from the milk.

“Stop, ahh!”

Each time he begged for it to stop, Bartholomew’s beads pushed deeper inside.

Eizen, his face a mess of tears and saliva, barely managed to move his tongue, which no longer functioned properly.

“Huh, ah… It, it’s getting weird. Stop…”

“There’s still more.” Bartholomew’s low whisper clung viscously to her ear.

“God… Ugh!”

The moment Eizen struggled and resisted.

Bartholomew’s pillar plunged in all the way to the root.

“Hnng!”

A rough moan burst from between Eizen’s lips. He shuddered from head to toe. His entire body felt drained of strength. Every time his inner walls clenched tightly around the shaft, the raised, beaded texture became distinctly palpable.

“Haa, um…” 

Instead of immediately thrusting, Bartholomew simply stilled, savoring the sensation of the inner walls. He lowered his head, chewing and sucking on his breasts again. Eizen became confused, unsure which hurt more – his chest or his rear hole, pierced by that monstrous cock?

His entire body was drenched in sweat. Despite the lack of any violent movement. His stomach grew increasingly hot. Every time Bartholomew bit down on his swollen nipples, every time the inner walls tightened, Eizen gasped and moaned.

“Can I move?”

Bartholomew gripped Eizen’s hips tightly.

Eizen blinked dazedly for a moment, then belatedly understood his meaning.

“Ah, no… Huh!”

The beaded cock, studded with pearls, roughly stimulated his inner walls as it slid out. Eizen’s eyes widened. He couldn’t even control his trembling body. It felt like a wooden rod studded with nails was scraping his insides raw.

Eizen gasped, finally expelling the breath that had been trapped inside him, as Bartholomew thrust his cock deep inside him once more in one swift motion.

“Gah!”

Pain and pleasure mingled. Eizen’s rear hole burned. As if the friction from the thick shaft wasn’t enough, the inner walls, roughly scraped by the hard beads, twitched and convulsed. It felt like his insides were melting into a complete mess.

Eizen thrashed and clawed at his back, but Bartholomew didn’t stop. No, it seemed to stimulate him even more, and he only moved his hips faster.

“Huh, ah! Uh!”

Eizen’s entire body shook violently. Each time, his large tits swayed wildly, dripping white liquid. Bartholomew occasionally sucked greedily on Eizen’s breasts, then pressed his mouth against his, his mouth full of the liquid.

“Mmm, uh!”

The slightly bland yet sweetish liquid slid down Eizen’s throat.

“Delicious, Eizen.”

Those words sent a wave of heat coursing through his body.

While Eizen clutched his throbbing chest tightly with his arms and hands, trying desperately to endure, Bartholomew moved his hips relentlessly.

No matter how many times he experienced the bead’s stimulation, he could never get used to it. Eizen feared he might tear apart like this. The entrance throbbed.

His inner walls, scraped repeatedly by the hard cock, were numb, and with each tightening of his gut, the ominous sensation of the cock was felt in full.

“Ah, ugh… Stop, ah!”
“Stop? I’m fucking you gently now.”

As if it weren’t enough already, Bartholomew grabbed Eizen’s hips and forced them apart with force.

A shiver of pleasure ran through Eizen’s entire body. The feeling of being stretched wider and wider. The sensation of being roughly scraped inside.

“Huuu…” A moan melted and flowed from between Eizen’s lips.

Thud! Thud! 

With each sound of flesh colliding, the sofa screeched and creaked as it was pushed upward. Eizen’s chest and cock shook violently.

“Ba, Bartholomew, Bartho, hmmph, ah! Wait a sec… ” Eizen gasped, struggling to break free, but the harder he fought, the tighter he was held.

“Why?”
“I’m, I’m gonna… ahh! Wait, just… “
“You’ve already leaked as much as you could. Just let it go.”
“No, I don’t… want to…”

Eizen shook his head, crying.

Coming was fine. Even if it leaked out while getting fucked from behind, that was just semen.

But leaking something else was different. With Pike, it was because it was his first time. But here, especially from his breasts, he didn’t want to come while leaking breast milk. 

Eizen desperately held back. Whether Bartholomew sensed it or not, his movements grew even more violent.

Eizen’s nails dug into Bartholomew’s arm, but it only seemed to stimulate him further, his already massive cock swelling even larger.

Squelching sounds echoed loudly. The sticky love juice, scraped out by the hard beads, dripped down to Eizen’s hips.

As if the flow from his breasts wasn’t enough, now it was dripping from behind too. The thought alone made Eizen’s mind melt into a gooey puddle.

Thud! Thud! 

The sensation of being pounded inside made his entire body tremble violently, and flashes of light danced before his eyes.

“No, ah. No, no, no… Ah!”

Eizen’s words, which had been breaking off, gradually melted away. Intense pleasure rained down from the tips of his hair to the soles of his feet. He dripped a clear liquid, not semen.

Bartholomew stroked Eizen’s cock, which was only dripping clear fluid, and chuckled softly.

Eizen’s vision blurred. His body, still reeling from pleasure. 

The massive cock ramming deep inside him.
The tingling sensation of his own cock being stroked.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. Eizen cried out and thrashed. Agonizing pleasure surged through him.

“Haah, uhh…”

Bartholomew thrust his cock deep inside. 

“Haa!” All he could do was let out a faint moan. 

As Eizen gasped and clenched his inner walls tightly, Bartholomew’s cock, filling him completely, twitched and trembled. Soon after, he felt semen filling his belly.

Bartholomew’s cock slowly withdrew from the hole that clenched around it involuntarily.

‘Is it over?’

Eizen held onto a faint glimmer of hope.

“Now, we need to milk you.”

Milking. 

The meaning of that word didn’t immediately register. 

Bartholomew lifted Eizen, who was covered in breast milk, bodily fluids, and the liquid Eizen had ejaculated. As soon as Eizen lay face down with trembling arms, something strange attached to his tautly swollen nipples.

“What the… “

Bartholomew, having neatly secured both nipples with what seemed like glass tubes, snapped his fingers.

“Huh!”

He felt a suction far stronger than the sucking Bartholomew had been doing. White breast milk flowed steadily down the transparent tubes.

Eizen’s back began to tremble violently. Was he really being treated like a dairy cow? The feeling of being treated like livestock stirred up a whirlwind of emotions.

As Eizen tried to pull the tubes attached to both breasts away, Bartholomew grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled him closer.

“How about we drink it later in tea or something? What do you think?”

‘No, ugh!’

Just as Eizen struggled to break free, Bartholomew’s cock plunged deep back into the hole from which semen was slowly leaking out. Eizen gasped, swallowing hard.

“Doing this makes you feel like a real animal, doesn’t it, Eizen?”
“Huh, ah, aah…”

“Milk it dry, squeeze every last drop of my cum out.”

Bartholomew’s whisper scattered in his ear.

Eizen shook his head.

“No, no….”

His cry mingled with heated breaths.