BLBJ 7.3

“Haah… Haah…”

Only after six full hours did his chest finally return to normal.

Eizen licked his parched lips with the tip of his tongue. After moaning for hours, having his milk squeezed out, and spilling something he shouldn’t have spilled along with his semen, his entire body felt drained of moisture.

“Here, drink.”

Bartholomew lifted Eizen’s body with barely a flicker of his fingertips, then brought a cup to his lips. The slightly sweet taste of milk tea moistened Eizen’s parched tongue and lips.

“It’s mixed with milk squeezed from your own breasts. Tastes okay, right?”

The nipples, which had been attached to a milking machine for hours, were literally swollen to the size of fingers. The bottle Bartholomew had displayed as if to show off was filled to the brim with white breast milk.

Eizen bit his lip hard and turned his head away.

He didn’t want to see it. Being pounded like an animal while lying prone, having his milk squeezed out. Even the taste of milk tea moistening his throat became repulsive.

“Hmm…”

Bartholomew chuckled softly, then began to gently touch the swollen nipple with his fingertips. 

Only the nipples remained on Eizen’s flattened chest. They stood out unnaturally. 

The sensation of his fingers slowly rubbing and kneading the plumpened nipples made Eizen’s stomach involuntarily tighten.

“Ugh, stop… “

He didn’t even have the strength left to push Bartholomew away. His mouth felt parched. It was from spilling too many fluids. 

Eizen, his eyes now heavy, slowly blinked and scanned the chat window.

💬I think I just awakened a new kink.
💬Didn’t expect to be into a milk kink…! I’m giving this a like.
💬What do you think Bartholomew’s gonna do with that?
💬He might jerk off while drinking it later.
💬Ah, now I’m curious.

“Ugh!”

Apparently displeased with Eizen’s blank stare, Bartholomew pinched his nipple hard. Eizen’s shoulders trembled violently.

“What are you thinking about?”
“Ah, nothing… “

💬The thought of him calling it normal milk and feeding it to other people is kinda hot.
💬Damn, I like that.

Eizen’s face flushed bright red. The very thought of feeding that to someone else filled him with shame. Even if others didn’t know, didn’t Eizen know?

“What… are you going to do with that?”
“I’d need you to tell me exactly what that is first.”

Bartholomew smiled faintly, fingering Eizen’s swollen nipples with both hands.

Eizen pressed his lips tightly together. He didn’t want to utter words like ‘breast milk’ himself.

Stubbornly turning his head away, Eizen staggered to his feet.

“I’m leaving now.”

He’d been tormented for a full six hours. Only two rounds of sex, and it was already evening? It was so absurd he almost laughed hollowly.

His soaked clothes had dried completely over time. Just as Eizen buttoned his shirt, the fabric brushed against his hypersensitive, swollen nipples.

“Ugh…”

Eizen swallowed the moan, carefully buttoning his shirt to avoid touching his chest.

Bartholomew didn’t stop him.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“…”

Not understanding what Bartholomew meant, he simply kept his mouth shut.

Weren’t there plenty of strange things? Like a man having full breasts. Or milk squirting from a man’s chest.

Eizen shrugged his shoulders, pulling his shoulders back to avoid the fabric grazing his sensitive chest as he dressed.

“Why you?”
“… Huh?”
“All of a sudden. Why is everyone getting tangled up with you? That’s what I’m saying.”
“I, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

💬Whoa, that just gave me chills.
💬Wait, so there’s a setting where he realizes it’s all a game?!
💬That actually sounds pretty cool.

Bartholomew tilted his head to the side. His expression, arms crossed, looked peculiar. It felt as if he knew everything.

Eizen turned his head.

“Could that ‘medicine that’s good for you’ you gave me have some strange effect?”

💬Sharp observation.
💬Wait, does he actually realize it?
💬Yeah, it definitely hits different.

“None whatsoever.”
“For instance, a love potion.”

Goosebumps prickled up his spine. He knew he should act nonchalant, but he couldn’t help staring at Bartholomew.

Bartholomew smiled faintly.

“I’ve never heard of such a magical potion actually working. But if it wasn’t that, then there’s no clear explanation for what’s happened so far.”
“…”

Bartholomew strode toward Eizen. Seated on the sofa, Eizen felt the wizard’s hand grasp his chin as he wore an enigmatic smile.

“The same goes for you, Eizen. Just days ago, I didn’t even know you existed.”

Bartholomew’s thumb pressed firmly against Eizen’s lips as he moved it. Was it just his imagination that Bartholomew’s smile felt somehow chilling?

“But then, at some point, I found myself wanting you.
“…”
“And the funny thing is, I’m not the only one.”

What was he trying to say? Eizen lowered his eyes. Wasn’t it ridiculous to claim all this was because of the game?

“Why, at the exact same moment, did several people start clinging to you?”

Goosebumps prickled his skin.

“Don’t you think it’s strange, Eizen?”
“Well… I don’t really know why either…”

What should he say?

No words could convince him. 

This place is reality, but it’s a game? 

‘Or are we actually people inside a game?‘

Eizen is the main character, and there are five capture targets?

Eizen hunched his shoulders a little more. 

His nipples still throbbed painfully.

💬Guess Bartholomew’s brain’s spinning after he came.
💬That’s what we call post-nut clarity.
💬Or maybe it’s just ’cause Eizen’s boobs are gone now?
💬Yeah, lost interest once the tits disappeared.

“Appearing out of nowhere, doing strange things.” Bartholomew’s long fingers slowly stroked down Eizen’s cheek. “I can’t understand it.”

Eizen struggled to hold back the words threatening to spill out.

He couldn’t understand it either. How could he make sense of the broadcast suddenly turning on one day, and donations pouring in?

Of course, he might think it strange that he was drawn to the man who suddenly appeared before him, but Eizen himself still didn’t fully grasp the situation.

Bartholomew lifted Eizen’s chin. His golden eyes held a deep, amused expression. 

Why did those glasses, splattered with dried white liquid, look so lewd? 

Eizen’s cheeks burned fiercely.

“But seeing how I feel like it doesn’t matter either way… Yeah, I must have gone strange too.”
“What doesn’t matter either way?”
“Whether you’re some kind of being or you drugged me with a love potion, it doesn’t matter.”

“…”

“Just having these thoughts might already mean I’ve fallen for your tricks.”

A short laugh rang out.

“But do other people think like this too?”
“What does that mean…”
“There are at least four other men entangled with you besides me.”

💬Bartholomew’s kinda creepy, honestly.
💬It’s wild how he can look at his own emotions so objectively.
💬Or maybe he’s just jealous?

A cold shiver ran down Eizen’s spine.

The smile that appeared on Bartholomew’s lips as he drew near felt somehow chilling. Eizen tried to pull his head back slightly, but the hand firmly gripping his jaw prevented him from escaping.

“Even if they realize this strange situation. Do you think they’ll feel indifferent, just like me?”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Eizen tried to push his shoulder away, but Bartholomew didn’t budge. Eizen struggled, trying to grab his hand and pull it away.“Well, since I fell for your little trick, maybe you really do think it doesn’t matter at all, just like me.”
“I never played any tricks.”

💬True enough.
💬The main bottom’s always got that irresistible charm.
💬Aren’t the love interests literally made to fall for him?
💬Just accept it – that’s your fate.

Lips pressed firmly against Eizen’s cheek. The sensation of Bartholomew’s cold glasses frame brushing against him made Eizen flinch.

“I’ll be going now.”
“You’re done with me?”
“Done…?”

When Eizen pushed him away a little harder, Bartholomew obediently stepped back.

Bartholomew’s firm chest was glimpsed through the still-unbuttoned lapels of his coat. He looked like someone who wouldn’t lift anything heavier than a pen. 

A body trained like a knight’s? That was unfair.

“It’s not like that.”
“Oh? Then how did you prepare that magic?”

As if he’d already memorized the location, Bartholomew’s fingertips found Eizen’s nipple precisely and began to rub it. The protruding shape was clearly visible through the fabric.

“Hmph…”

Pleasure and pain mingled. Tormented until it burned bright red, it was inevitable that his whole body trembled whenever anything brushed against it.

Bartholomew’s finger slowly rubbed the still-hard nipple before pressing down firmly.

“Ah.”

A shallow moan escaped between Eizen’s lips. Eizen urgently pushed Bartholomew away as he instinctively tried to kiss him again.

“I’ll be going now.”

He had no desire to entwine their bodies again. Physically, he was at his limit, and more importantly, he needed to start preparing to end the broadcast.

“Who are you going to go to next? Christian? Or Pike? Or perhaps His Grace, Tennes Neméo?”
“…”

Unnecessarily too accurate. It felt as if he knew exactly how this game progressed, sending a chill down Eizen’s spine.

💬He’s about to break the fourth wall at this rate.
💬Feels like he’s on the verge of realizing he’s inside a game…
💬Wouldn’t that actually be kinda fun?
💬Then shouldn’t everyone else realize it too, to be fair?

💎[MewMew#1fan donated 10,000 won] — Did you all see that? Our Bartholomew’s such a genius.

💬I wouldn’t exactly call that “smart,” lol.
💬More like he’s just quick to catch on.
💬But even then, realizing your whole world’s a game isn’t exactly easy, right?
💬Anyway, enough talk, show us the next sex scene.
💬So once he fucks Tennes and Christian too, they’ll just start taking turns, yeah?

Eizen staggered to his feet. His legs trembled uncontrollably. Of course, it was from the sex that had lasted for hours.

‘Whether Bartholomew realizes this place is a game or not, it doesn’t really matter.’

But that didn’t mean Eizen could escape this place. He couldn’t overturn this game either.

Eizen glanced at Bartholomew. He didn’t block his way, as if he had no intention of stopping him from leaving.

“I’ll be going now.”

He bolted out of the room as if fleeing. Eizen descended the stairs and leaned against the wall with a thud.

“Seriously, every time we do it, my stamina…”

💬Games are all about the potion buffs anyway.
💬Even affection levels depend on potions.
💬LOL 😂
💬See, everyone? This is how scary drug addiction can be.

Regardless of what the viewers were yelling, Eizen immediately poured a health potion and a stamina potion into his mouth. His nipples were still hypersensitive, but the swelling had gone down. The throbbing in his waist had eased, and his legs weren’t shaking anymore. “Phew… ”

💬Who’s he meeting next?
💬Please let it be Christian.
💬The playboy should be saved for last.
💬Wait, he still hasn’t fucked Tennes? For real?

‘Has the viewer count really gone up?’

Eizen, who had been moving slowly while watching the chat window, absentmindedly checked the viewer count.

[Viewer Count: 2,135]

“Cough!”

A sudden choking sensation hit him. Doubled in that short time?

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but the number still showed over 2,000.

Eizen’s lips twitched. A fresh realization washed over him like a tidal wave.

So, over 2,000 people had watched them having sex.

‘Ugh!’

‘I know it’s the same whether 1,000 or 2,000 people see it—it’s still four digits. But this is too much.’

His face burned hot. Eizen forced himself to ignore the viewer count.

‘They’re not people I’ll ever meet anyway.’

Sure, a sex edit would get uploaded to YouTube, but who cares? People would just think it was all part of the game anyway, and he wouldn’t run into anyone here.

Eizen tried to calm himself down. Even during sex, donations kept pouring in, and he’d collected a lot of money.

He pondered what to buy with this money.

Things useful in life would be swordsmanship or magic. They’d make it easy to earn merits. He could even get a salary. Becoming famous through dancing or singing didn’t seem bad either. If he had real skill, he could probably earn more money than with swordsmanship or magic. He could wander around here and there.

‘First, let’s turn off the stream and think.’

Eizen slowly walked out of the Tower of Magic. It was already nearly evening, and the surroundings had grown dim.

“Who should I go meet next?”

💬Chris. Ti. An.
💬No, Tennes. Please, Tennes.
💬Doesn’t he have to meet Pike too? I’m Team Pike.
💬If he does Pike twice, it’ll change things again, right?
💬Don’t forget to feed the affinity potions to Tennes and Christian too.

“Yes. I haven’t forgotten that we need to give affinity potions to both of them.”

That was also a problem. After giving them affinity potions, viewers always wanted to use the secret shop.

‘It went smoothly when I gave them to Christian and Bartholomew together.’

Except for, after that, masturbating in the garden!

‘And then, when I gave the affinity potion to Tennes and Jeremiah, didn’t I even do shameful things in front of them?’

Eizen bit his lip hard.

The plan now was simple. Give the affinity potion tomorrow. Today, just turn off the broadcast.

‘The problem is, to do that, I have to meet the other three.’

Being subjected to sex from morning till night had left him mentally exhausted. Physical fatigue could be fixed with potions, but mental fatigue was another matter.

💬It’s not even been a full day yet – third round already?
💬He’s gonna be totally drained by the end of today.
💬Drained of what exactly?
💬0
💬What the hell is that lol → 0 ← omg I’m dying 😂
💬LMAO god, that’s so blatant.
💬(*)
💬You’re all insane 😂

The chat continued, indistinguishable whether it was an adult chat room or a general chat room.

Fortunately, the manager asked everyone to tone down the overly extreme jokes, slightly cooling the heated atmosphere.

“First… shall we go meet Tennes?”

💬Why are we seeing Christian later?!

💎[TennestheEmperor donated 20,000 won] — You’re gonna XX, right?

“I’ll do it next time.”

💬Why?!
💬Nooo! I wanna see it!

💎[TennestheEmperor donated 30,000 won] — I’m also curious about Tennes’s thing.

Just imagining it already made him tired. Eizen forced a smile, pulling up the corners of his mouth.

“If I show you everything today, you won’t watch the next broadcast.”

💬What are you talking about? I’m holding out till the 6-beep shows up.
💬SixthSense still hasn’t given up, lol.
💬You really think it’s gonna happen?
💬Patience always wins. Come on everyone, let’s chant together – heave!
💬Ho!
💬Let’s wrap it up today with a clean finish. Show us the Tennes sex scene!
💬Then that just leaves Christian. Let’s just go all the way and knock him out too in one go.

“Today, we’ll really just meet.”

💬Nooo!
💬Don’t do that. Nah, nah.
💬Totally lost interest now.

There must have been a lot of people who came in just to see the sex scene.

Chat messages saying “I’m leaving” flooded in as people started exiting. The viewer count instantly dropped to nearly a quarter of what it was.

‘Wow, that was really a lot.’

Is this game stream really okay like this?

‘No, I’m the one who’s supposed to be the adult content provider.’

Eizen sighed inwardly. There was one silver lining, though. Every capture target seemed to want to do something lewd. Whether it was because of the BL game’s nature or not, it definitely delivered what people wanted from the stream.

“I need to turn off the stream first. I’ll head over to Tennes.”

💬Ah, right. Gotta have everyone appear before ending the stream.
💬Guess Pike’s showing up too. I’ll leave after I see him.
💬Who knows? Maybe they’ll fuck again just from meeting.
💬Well, yeah, none of them can keep their hands to themselves anyway, haha.

That was the problem. The capture targets all had terrible habits. As Bartholomew said, it seemed like they couldn’t help becoming that way.

“Whether you’re some kind of being or you drugged me with a love potion, it doesn’t matter.”

Eizen swept his hair back. First, he needed to confirm where Tennes was.

‘It’s evening, so he’s probably at the marquis’s residence.’

🏛️ [Tennes – Marquis Nemeo’s Residence]

💬Knew he’d be at home.
💬If he goes over at this hour, will he give him food?
💬Last time the mukbang was wild.
💬If there’s gonna be another eating scene, I’m ordering chicken right now.

Reading those words made Eizen’s stomach growl. He’d been tormented by Jeremiah since morning. He’d been tormented by Bartholomew. He hadn’t even had a proper meal, let alone a decent drink of water.

Eizen clutched his empty stomach and slowly began walking.

“I’m going to film a mukbang or something.” Eizen’s self-serving remark slipped out.

When he arrived at Marquis Nemeo’s residence, Tennes greeted him warmly. 

How to put it… it felt like he’d been waiting for him?

“Have you eaten dinner?”
“Ah, no.”

💬It’s a mukbang!
💬I already ordered chicken earlier.
💬I’m gonna boil some ramen. Wait for me!

“That works out perfectly. Let’s eat first.”

Eizen didn’t refuse and followed Tennes.

“That works out perfectly. Let’s eat first.”

Eizen didn’t refuse and followed Tennes.

The large table was laden with so much food that it was hard to believe it was set for a single person.

“Sit down.”

Tennes, having dismissed the servant, kindly pulled out a chair for him.

“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It’s enough if you enjoy it.”

Eizen glanced at Tennes. Delicious aromas wafted through the air.

The scent of meat grilled over fire alone was enough to make one feel full. The tangy smell of dressing drizzled over salad. His mouth watered even as he sat still.

Eizen stared blankly at the food before him.

“Eat, Eizen.”
“… Yes.”

His stomach, starved all day and drained of energy, growled loudly. His face flushed hot.

Eizen speared the freshest-looking salad with his fork first. It made a crisp crunch. Putting the salad in his mouth and chewing slowly, he felt the appetizing sweet and sour taste. The crisp texture was delightful too. The freshness, as if just picked, filled his mouth.

Next, he scooped up a spoonful of steaming soup. The soup, slightly thick yet light, as if mashed potatoes had been blended in, touched his tongue. The savory aroma spread instantly as the warm liquid slid down his throat.

“Delicious… “

After starving all day, what wouldn’t taste good? But still, it really is delicious.

Eizen took a few more spoonfuls of soup and sliced into the chunk of meat. The bright red cross-section revealed itself, and the juices packed inside flowed out in a steady stream. Putting it in his mouth and chewing, the tenderly roasted flesh seemed to melt away.

The fish had crispy skin and tender flesh. Eizen tore off a large piece of flesh and put it in his mouth. It had a slightly salty yet savory taste.

Eizen stuffed food into his mouth frantically, chewing nonstop.

‘The food here is really delicious.’

If the Marquis’s chef is this good, how delicious must the food in the Imperial Palace be?

The thought suddenly struck him, and he regretted not asking Jeremiah for lunch.

Out of five capture targets, only one man bothered to prepare meals for Eizen. Suddenly, he felt a little sad.

After all, the one who feeds you is always the best.

💬Wow, that looks seriously good.
💬He’s not even describing the taste, but it still looks delicious 😭
💬Feels like watching a movie starring that actor famous for mukbangs.
💬He’s eating in silence… and now I’m getting hungry too.

The chats kept pouring in. Eizen glanced at the chat window and notifications while moving his jaw vigorously.

‘If this doesn’t work out later, I could always film a mukbang.’

A fantasy world mukbang? How awesome would that be! Of course, he’d need to earn money for the mukbang first, but if he used the donations he’d received so far to buy skills, making money would be a breeze.

While he was lost in these thoughts, his stomach gradually grew fuller.

Only after filling his belly for quite a while did Eizen turn to look at Tennes.

“Aren’t you eating?”
“Just watching you eat makes me feel full.”

Eizen’s face flushed bright red in an instant.

Suddenly, Bartholomew’s words came to mind.

“A few days ago, I didn’t even know you existed. But then, at some point, I find myself wanting you.”

“And the funny thing is, I’m not the only one.”

Why did Bartholomew’s words suddenly come to mind?

Eizen quietly set down his fork and knife.

“Aren’t you having any more?”
“I’m full.”
“Shall I have dessert brought?”

As Tennes flicked his hand, servants brought in a pile of desserts like cakes and puddings.

Eizen’s gaze inevitably drifted over. They say there’s a separate stomach for meals and a separate one for desserts, don’t they?

When he stabbed the cake with his fork, it sank in softly, as if piercing a bubble. Cream oozed out from between the layered tiers, and the whipped cream decorating the top melted away in his mouth.

The pudding, scooped up with a spoon, wobbled with a satisfyingly springy texture. The maple syrup drizzled on top flowed down in a steady stream. Placed in the mouth, it crumbled instantly, so soft that there was nothing to chew. It scattered before the soft, squishy sensation could even be fully appreciated, leaving a sense of regret.

Even as he eagerly shoveled dessert into his mouth, Eizen’s mind remained in turmoil.

‘If Bartholomew’s right, then the capture targets love me.’

No, can you even call it love? It’s definitely liking in a sexual sense, but is that truly love?

If one were to ask Eizen, he couldn’t be certain.

Is it just because this is a game, because they’re merely capture targets, that they feel sexual desire for Eizen?

It felt a bit unsettling. Even though he had never really thought about sharing love with a man, the fact that some unknown force had simply made them feel that way without any real connection felt more unpleasant than he’d expected.

“Tennes.”
“What is it?”

Tennes, who hadn’t touched the dessert in front of him, tilted his head in question.

“So… “

What should he ask? If he liked him? If it was strange that his heart stirred after his sudden appearance?

Eizen couldn’t bring himself to say anything, his mouth closing in a fluster.

“Did you rest well at the Imperial Palace?”
“Huh?”
“I offered to walk you home yesterday. His Majesty said to just leave you be.”

Eizen’s face flushed bright red. He remembered how he’d shamelessly wiggled his hips in front of both of them.

He’d been trying so hard to forget. Why did he have to bring that up again?

Eizen bit his lip hard.

“I, uh, yes, I rested well.”
“Did nothing happen?”

💬Isn’t he asking that even though he already knows?
💬He’s probably heard everything by now.
💬Didn’t the rumor about him fucking Jeremiah already spread everywhere?
💬Maybe everyone’s heard about him and Bartholomew too.

Eizen couldn’t bring himself to answer and bowed his head deeply. He put the last piece of pudding in his mouth. It was sweet, melting softly until the very end.

“Well, I don’t mind.” Tennes chuckled softly. “I didn’t expect it to be simple anyway.”

“What…?”
“You’re the first person His Majesty has shown such interest in, Eizen.”
“Ah… Haha.”

Should he be pleased? Or should he deny it?

Eizen’s already confused mind became a complete jumble. It was all Bartholomew’s fault. Bartholomew had suddenly made remarks that seemed to pierce through this entire situation. That’s why Eizen’s head was spinning.

Eizen gave an awkward laugh, but Tennes seemed completely unfazed.

“Something must have happened with His Imperial Majesty.”

Eizen felt a chill run down his spine at Tennes’s sly smile.

What’s the point of denying it? It’ll all come out later anyway. As someone once said, in the Imperial Palace, even the walls have eyes and ears.

Moreover, after falling flat on his face in front of Jeremiah at the very beginning, he seemed to have become something of a celebrity.

‘There was also the hunting competition incident.’

And that wasn’t all. After drinking an affinity potion and making a fool of himself in front of the two of them, he even fainted. Then spending hours holed up in a room with Jeremiah having sex from morning onward. And it didn’t end there – he even ended up being washed by the maids.

Eizen’s head throbbed painfully.

“You came to me after you left the Imperial Palace. Why is that?”

‘Just… because I have to turn off the broadcast.’

Of course, he couldn’t answer like that.

He couldn’t say, ‘Once the broadcast starts, all five capture targets must appear before it can be turned off,’ could he? Eizen forced a smile.

Tennes rose from his seat and approached slowly. Standing right beside Eizen, Tennes lowered his head and brought his face close.

“I smell something sweet.”

💬Yup, definitely getting sexy vibes.
💬Let’s roll with it!
💬If he’s gonna do it with Tennes, he’s gotta do it with Christian too, yeah?
💬At this point, just feed them the affinity potions and open the Secret Shop already.

Eizen deliberately ignored the atmosphere urging sex. It was true he had to show viewers what they wanted.

Still, today had been mentally exhausting.

His relationship with Bartholomew had been especially difficult.

“I… enjoyed my meal.”

Eizen quickly turned his head and tried to rise from his seat.

But before he could, his shoulder was firmly pressed down. Eizen collapsed back into his seat.

“The problem is, I think I understand all too well why His Majesty is drawn to you.”

Eizen blinked slowly. Tennes, who had gently cupped Eizen’s cheek, stuck out his tongue and licked the cream from the corner of his mouth.

“Mmm…”
“Yesterday you moaned like that and rocked your hips yourself. Can’t you do it today?”
“I don’t intend to… Ugh.”

Did everyone have some grudge against Eizen’s cock? 

Eizen stiffened his back at Tennes’s natural gesture of lowering his hand to grasp between his legs.

‘Damn it, damn it!’

Even as he mentally steeled himself, his body, weakened by the stimulation, reacted involuntarily. At this rate, he might really end up having sex again.

“Don’t do it!”

Eizen sprang up from his seat, the chair crashing loudly as it fell backward. Panting heavily, he stepped back.

“Are you angry?” Tennes asked, smiling faintly. “Because I mentioned His Majesty? Or because I touched you?”

Tennes strode closer. He was clearly smiling, yet every time the candle’s shadow flickered, it felt almost frightening.

“Which one is it?”
“Uh, neither. Just… just…”Eizen deliberately ignored the atmosphere urging sex. It was true he had to show viewers what they wanted.

Still, today had been mentally exhausting.

His relationship with Bartholomew had been especially difficult.

“I… enjoyed my meal.”

Eizen quickly turned his head and tried to rise from his seat.

But before he could, his shoulder was firmly pressed down. Eizen collapsed back into his seat.

“The problem is, I think I understand all too well why His Majesty is drawn to you.”

Eizen blinked slowly. Tennes, who had gently cupped Eizen’s cheek, stuck out his tongue and licked the cream from the corner of his mouth.

“Mmm…”
“Yesterday you moaned like that and rocked your hips yourself. Can’t you do it today?”
“I don’t intend to… Ugh.”

Did everyone have some grudge against Eizen’s cock? 

Eizen stiffened his back at Tennes’s natural gesture of lowering his hand to grasp between his legs.

‘Damn it, damn it!’

Even as he mentally steeled himself, his body, weakened by the stimulation, reacted involuntarily. At this rate, he might really end up having sex again.

“Don’t do it!”

Eizen sprang up from his seat, the chair crashing loudly as it fell backward. Panting heavily, he stepped back.

“Are you angry?” Tennes asked, smiling faintly. “Because I mentioned His Majesty? Or because I touched you?”

Tennes strode closer. He was clearly smiling, yet every time the candle’s shadow flickered, it felt almost frightening.

“Which one is it?”
“Uh, neither. Just… just…”

💬Tenes is pissed.
💬Guess it’s because he got to touch him yesterday but not today.
💬Yeah, if it was fine yesterday but not today, anyone would be confused.
💬It’s like, “He felt like mine just yesterday, what the hell!”
💬LOL no, remember? He was on the same level as the Emperor!
💬It’s all because of those damn affinity potions.

Eizen’s back thudded against the wall.

“I just… want to rest.”
“Why? Did something tiring happen?”

Each of Tennes’s questions felt like a jab. Like Bartholomew’s, they were questions that seemed to pierce right through everything.

If Bartholomew’s questioning about everyone suddenly falling for Eizen had been sharp, Tennes’s words about the current situation were equally piercing.

Even if he wanted to retreat further, there was nowhere to run.

Eizen tilted his head back and met Tennes’s gaze. Even in the deep shadows, his red pupils glowed brightly. 

A finger that had lightly brushed Eizen’s cheek now lifted his chin, and at the same moment, Tennes’s face drew near.

The sweet, cloying scent of Tennes’ exhaled breath swirled between them.

“Stop… stop….”

Eizen tried to push Tennes away, but their lips met. Tennes’s tongue gently licked up Eizen’s tongue before slipping between his teeth. The fingertips that had been pushing Tennes back trembled.

“Mmm, ha… “

Their tongues tangled sloppily.

Eizen’s breath quickened. It was just a kiss, yet his body grew hot, and the space between his legs twitched.

The fingers slowly tracing Eizen’s waist slipped beneath his clothes. Tennes lightly stroked Eizen’s trembling stomach before slowly moving his hand toward his chest.

The moment Tennes touched his nipple, still tingling from the previous touch, Eizen pushed him away with all his strength.

“… Haa.”

He wiped the saliva from his lips with his sleeve. Eizen’s clothes were already disheveled.

“Stop. Please stop.”