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    The Broadcast Cannot Be Ended

    “… Huh?”
    “I want some of your semen.”

    💬Hahahahahaha

    💬Did I just hear a ‘beep’? What was that?

    💬He said semen…

    💬Oh, they censor that too?

    💬Guess explicit words get bleeped out.

    💬But everything was shown on the 19+ screen.

    💬Guess they have their own censorship standards.

    ‘Why the hell?’

    Is every person he meets so desperate they have to touch Eizen’s dick?

    Eizen quietly pressed his legs together and covered his now-wilted flesh with both hands.

    “No, I don’t want to.”
    “I’m not asking you to touch mine. I just need your come, okay?”
    “No, I really don’t want anyone else to touch my… thing anymore.”
    “Oh? Then I’ll just blow you.”

    💬😂😂😂

    💬That was way too smooth.

    💬I almost fell for it, lol.

    💬Did he really just say he’d do it with his mouth that naturally?

    💬Oh my god 😂 I literally spat out my drink.

    💬Certified lunatic, I swear.

    “No, it’s not about whether it’s hands or mouth that matters… Ugh!”

    Eizen’s legs spread apart limply.

    “As long as I don’t touch you with my hands, right?”
    “That’s not the issue!”
    “Or is it because you can’t get it up?”
    “That’s a problem too, but… No, haa!”

    💬Hurry! The screen’s already gone black!

    💬That was quick.

    💬Eizen, can you go for a third round?

    💬I told you to drink that stamina potion earlier.

    💬You’ve gotta drink that Love Level stamina potion.

    💬Ah, just drink the affinity potion.

    The slightly damp underwear slid down in one swift motion, exposing Eizen’s already slightly semen-soaked penis.

    “Bartholomew!”

    Seeing him bow his head without hesitation, Eizen screamed and grabbed Bartholomew’s hair tightly. His blue hair, contrary to its color, wrapped softly around his fingers.

    “We kissed, didn’t we? This much is fine, right?”
    “It’s not fine!”

    Bartholomew, who had arbitrarily decided it was fine, unhesitatingly stuck out his tongue and licked Eizen’s glans.

    “Ah…”

    It was shocking enough that another man was touching Eizen’s cock.

    It was shocking enough that Eizen had touched another man’s cock.

    Now a man was lunging forward to suck Eizen’s cock, licking it with his tongue.

    Eizen’s eyes widened. Bartholomew looked up at him and chuckled.

    “What? Is this your first time getting sucked?”
    “Who would ever suck me… Ugh, ah…”

    Bartholomew knelt right down on the floor, then grabbed Eizen’s hips tightly with both hands and pulled him closer.

    Warm, wet.

    The slippery sensation inside his mouth sent a tingling sensation spreading to his toes.

    “Ha, haa…”

    It was a sensation that made his mind spark and jump.

    Someone – a man, no less! – was putting Eizen’s cock in his mouth.

    Eizen let out a gasping moan and thrust his fingers into Bartholomew’s blue hair.

    “Huh, ha… ”

    Bartholomew sucked hard, then slid his tongue down the narrow curve beneath the glans, tracing it like he was searching.

    It felt like every sensation in his body was concentrated on his cock. Eizen gasped, curling his body.

    “Ah, uhn…”

    Pleasure spread to his very fingertips. The sensation up front was so intense that he didn’t even notice the hands kneading his buttocks.

    Each time a soft, sucking sound – not a slurping one – echoed, Eizen’s hips trembled violently. As if begging for deeper suction.

    Bartholomew thrust his pointed tongue into the opening, licking and swallowing the sticky fluid that oozed out.

    Eizen had already forgotten this was the third time today he’d been urged to climax. The pleasure was that intense. His utterly exhausted body responded honestly, seemingly tireless.

    He could see the viewers chattering away in the chat, but the words didn’t register in Eizen’s eyes.

    “Haah, haah…”

    Eizen gasped, clutching Bartholomew’s back. The legs draped over his broad shoulders trembled and quivered.

    “S-stop. I’m… coming again.” A choked voice mingled with moans.

    Eizen struggled, trying to push Bartholomew’s head away from between his legs.

    But despite being a mage, Bartholomew was incredibly strong and didn’t budge an inch. No, he only tightened his grip, pulling Eizen’s hips closer.

    “Mmph!”

    A short moan escaped him, and his entire body trembled violently. As Eizen stared blankly, half-out of his mind, Bartholomew slowly raised his head.

    Then, with a completely nonchalant expression, he spat Eizen’s semen into his palm.

    “It’s a bit thin, isn’t it?”

    💬Wow, I really didn’t think he’d go all the way.

    💬It’s more surprising that he didn’t swallow.

    💎[MewMew#1Fan donated 10,000 won] — Please consider Bartholomew’s lower body situation too, Mr. Eizen!

    💬Hahaha

    💬That’s right. It’s give and take.

    ‘Never! Never! I will never take a man’s cock in my mouth!’

    Eizen vowed this as he forced himself to ignore the chat window.

    ‘Can I actually do that?’

    But… he was starting to doubt himself.

    “Hmm.”

    Bartholomew, who had been rubbing the semen pooled in his palm with his fingertips, approached again.

    “Let’s do it one more time.”
    “Huh?”
    “You said it was okay as long as I didn’t touch you, right?”

    Eizen struggled as he thrust his head forward without hesitation. He’d already come three times today. And to a man! 

    But now he wanted to do it again?

    “Huh. Ah!”

    The lips touched Eizen’s cock, still hot from the heat that hadn’t fully subsided. Bartholomew’s hot breath touched the sticky skin, and the moment his tongue licked the glans…

    A loud horn sounded.

    “Ah.”

    Bartholomew’s movements, which seemed poised to squeeze out more semen, halted.

    “Ha, haa…”

    Eizen stared again at his half-erect cock and Bartholomew’s glistening, wet lips.

    💬What the hell?

    💬What the hell? What the hell?

    💬What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?

    💬Ah, you guys, what are you doing? Hahaha

    “His Majesty has returned.” Bartholomew smiled brightly and jumped to his feet.

    Realizing his legs had been spread wide, Eizen belatedly closed them. He forced his still half-erect penis back into his underwear. 

    Should he be glad it had stopped, or regret it? 

    Eizen was nothing but confused.

    But regardless of Eizen’s thoughts, the excited space between his legs still craved stimulation. Eizen fumbled, pulling Christian’s coat down to his hips.

    That was when it happened. Bartholomew took the bottle he still held in one hand and filled it carefully with Eizen’s semen.

    ‘Eek.’

    Why the hell is he storing that in a bottle?

    “Give me some of your semen.”

    He knew it when he said it, but this guy was beyond just unique – he was a complete lunatic.

    Bartholomew flicked his tongue across his lips and chuckled.

    “What? Disappointed?”
    “Huh?”
    “Want me to give you more?”

    Bartholomew smirked and demonstrated lewd gestures with his hands and mouth. As he mimicked stroking a cock and licking its tip, Eizen gaped dumbly.

    “No!”

    But why was the space between his legs twitching as if stimulated? 

    Eizen bit his lip hard and pulled his coat down a little further. Bartholomew burst out laughing as if he was dying of amusement.

    “Get up. We have to go back.”
    “… Yes.”

    Eizen obediently stood up. Should he be relieved that Jeremiah was coming back and would take him home right away?

    ‘No, who knows what will happen when I meet Jeremiah again.’

    He was the man who had been stripped naked in front of others simply because he was wearing clothes given to him by Tennes. But would Christian’s coat be something he could just look at and let pass?

    Dried semen had already left stiff, crusty traces. Plus, the inside of his underwear felt sticky and unpleasant. It had been soaked through with semen and saliva, forced inside. Even the slightest movement made it cling to his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

    💬Still, when it’s not 19+, he really keeps things within limits.

    💬You’d think he might accidentally show a little more, but nope. Fortress-level defense.

    💬You’d expect a glimpse of his backside under Christian’s coat, but…

    💬Nothing. Can’t see a thing!

    💬Beautiful people always have beautiful butts, though.

    Regardless of what people were saying, Eizen silently followed Bartholomew. He’d thought it took a long time to ride Christian’s horse over, but surprisingly, it was close enough to walk.

    “They say you threw yourself at His Majesty the Emperor to gain his favor. Is that true?”
    “Huh?”
    “Is it true?”
    “What… what are you talking about?”
    “Throwing yourself at His Majesty.”

    Eizen pressed his lips tightly together.

    💬Rumors spread like wildfire.

    💬They say the palace walls have ears.

    💬Considering Tennes knew about it as well.

    💬Or maybe the capture targets have their own network or something.

    💬They could be watching each other.

    It might really be true. 

    Maybe it’s already known that he’s kissed everyone else too. 

    Eizen’s mind grew chaotic. If that were really the case, how should he behave among them?

    ‘I don’t know!’

    How did they handle it in dating simulation games? He searched his memory, but in those games, they never forced sex like this, nor did they share progress.

    Where’s the rule that kissing one person means you have to kiss all the other guys?

    Eizen bit his lip hard, then suddenly realized they’d arrived.

    He lifted his head and met everyone’s gaze. He could feel them all looking him over, from head to toe.

    Blushing fiercely at his bottomless outfit, Eizen pulled his coat hem down tighter.

    💬Wow, you really stand out.

    💬Just tell yourself it’s a swimsuit.

    💬Underwear is embarrassing, but swimsuits aren’t!

    💬Walk confidently everywhere.

    Viewers flooded the chat with messages that could be either cheers or taunts.

    Eizen bit his lip hard and bowed his head. 

    They told him to be confident, but honestly, no one could be confident in this situation. Everyone else was dressed to the nines, some even covered in splatters of blood, while Eizen alone had his pale legs completely exposed.

    ‘This world doesn’t even have shorts.’

    It wasn’t just the shorts issue; he wasn’t wearing pants at all. Anyway, caught in this utterly embarrassing situation, Eizen’s face flushed bright red. 

    “Eizen.” A low, threatening voice boomed from above his head.

    💬The Emperor is angry again.

    💬Is Jeremiah just the designated angry one now?

    💬I mean, you’d be pissed too if you stripped one guy’s clothes off him, only for him to show up wearing another guy’s.

    💬Yeah, that’s fair 😂

    After previewing the chat window and steeling himself, he lifted his head to meet Jeremiah’s deep, dark green eyes.

    “Your Majesty.”
    “Your Majesty, it seems you thoroughly enjoyed the hunt.”

    Jeremiah, who had easily ignored Bartholomew’s lighthearted remark, frowned even more deeply. “Whose clothes are those?”

    💬If he answers Christian, won’t he try to kill him?

    💬No way. He’s a capture target. He wouldn’t kill him.

    Eizen fiddled with the sleeve tip where dried semen had crusted.

    “Th-that…”

    The icy silence only made his lips stick together. Eizen glanced sideways, searching for Christian, but even in a crowd, the man who stood out instantly wasn’t visible. Not even a single strand of his red hair.

    “Take it off.”

    ‘Seems like I’ve heard that a lot today.’

    💬Gotta take it off again lololol

    💬Poor suffering Eizen.

    💬Today’s lesson: Wear your own clothes.

    As expected. It wasn’t a huge surprise, since he’d already anticipated it. Eizen glanced around nervously and slowly pulled off his coat.

    ‘Ugh, ugh!’

    Shame made his face flush bright red.

    He should’ve just behaved and gone quietly when the event with Tennes triggered.

    But it was too late for regrets now. Life wasn’t a save-and-load game; it was the real thing.

    Eizen crouched awkwardly, and Jeremiah reached out his hand.

    “Your Majesty?”
    “Hold it.”

    It really suited him to speak in such a commanding tone.

    Eizen grabbed Jeremiah’s hand reflexively. The next moment, his arm was yanked painfully, his body jerked upward. 

    This time, he sat on the horse with his legs neatly together, not splayed wide.

    He couldn’t repeat the same mistake he made with Christian.

    “Your Majesty, where are you taking him?

    Ignored again. Bartholomew merely shrugged lightly, seemingly accustomed to Jeremiah’s silence.

    “Bartholomew!” Christian could be seen galloping toward them on horseback from the distance.

    “Eizen… um, Your Majesty,” Christian, who had been searching for Eizen, spotted Jeremiah belatedly and bowed his head.

    💬If this keeps up, won’t Jeremiah win hands down?

    💬Exactly. Who can win when crushed by authority and status?

    💬For that, though… everyone sure touches Eizen a lot, don’t they?

    💬I miss Pike 😭 Pike!!

    Sir Christian dismounted and, instead of rescuing the pitiful fallen noble Eizen, who had been seized by the Emperor, picked up his coat lying on the ground.

    “Was that yours?”
    “Yes, it’s mine.”

    A brief, chilly silence fell.

    Eizen shivered uncontrollably, overcome by an inexplicable feeling of cold. He couldn’t tell if it was from being without clothes or the icy atmosphere between Christian and Jeremiah.

    “You’re doing something pointless.”
    “Just in case the beasts attack.”

    At that, Bartholomew cleared his throat.

    💬Excuse me, lol.

    💬The way he looked just now – Christian’s so shameless 😂

    💬Bartholomew’s totally flustered.

    “It’s a pointless worry.” Jeremiah dismissed it with that and turned his horse toward the castle.

    “Your… Your Majesty?”
    “What is it?”
    “Wasn’t the hunting tournament still underway?”
    “It’s over.”

    Well, of course. When the Emperor leaves, it’s over. Eizen, strangely convinced, clamped his mouth shut.

    The place Jeremiah’s horse carried him to was the main castle. Not the party hall, not the estate, not the hunting grounds. The real main castle where Jeremiah lived.

    Even at the sight of the Emperor suddenly appearing with a man in his underwear, the servants didn’t bat an eye. Their ability to pretend not to see or hear anything, no matter what they witnessed, was truly professional.

    “Eek!”

    Eizen, who had expected to be dismounted, let out a short scream at Jeremiah’s hands casually lifting him up. As if being carried.

    Not only was he brought in on horseback, but now he was being carried like a real Princess! Eizen’s face flushed bright red, as if it might burst at any moment.

    ‘Today really has it all.’

    What on earth was going to happen with Jeremiah now?

    Eizen looked at Jeremiah with eyes full of unease, but he couldn’t detect the slightest hint of anything strange.

    Jeremiah, striding forward as if carrying a light doll, stopped at the door. The attendants opened it for him.

    💬As expected of the Emperor. Even the doors open automatically.

    💬(Only for the Emperor, though.)

    💬Wait, what’s that? Everything’s getting all hazy.

    A wave of humid air hit Eizen’s face. Blinking, he belatedly took in the interior.

    💬A massive bathtub.

    💬Even a sauna would be smaller than here.

    💬Wow, it’d be nice to soak in that hot water.

    💬Wait a minute. Does bathing make this an R-rated scene?

    💬Heh heh heh. Looks like those under 19 will keep seeing a black screen.

    💬Ah, not again ㅠㅠ

    Just as the viewers said, there was a bathtub of enormous size. It was filled with clear, white water, and steam was rising in wisps.

    Jeremiah finally set Eizen down on the floor.

    “Undress.”

    Does this person even know how to say anything besides take it off? That thought crossed his mind, but he couldn’t utter a single word aloud.

    What could he do? Eizen was a fallen noble, utterly ruined among the fallen nobility, and Jeremiah was His Majesty the Emperor.

    Eizen glanced at the chat window.

    ‘Maybe I should just end the broadcast.’

    Honestly, he was scared of what might happen now.

    Getting swept up, touching each other’s cocks with Christian! Doing things like that.

    He had his cock sucked by Bartholomew. Recalling that sensation, Eizen’s flesh twitched and began to swell slightly.

    Back then, everything happened so suddenly that he hadn’t even thought to turn off the stream. But thinking about it now, this seemed like the best way.

    Eizen glanced at Jeremiah, who was unabashedly stripping off his clothes a short distance away, then whispered softly to the viewers.

    “I’m sorry, but that’s all for today’s stream.”

    💬Huh? Why?!

    💬No way!

    💬What the hell! Why are you turning it off?!

    💬The whole point of BL games is the 19+ content, right?!

    💬How much?! How much would it take?!

    💬I’ll pay for it!

    The viewers screamed in protest, but Eizen steadfastly said his goodbyes.

    It was kind of funny to act like this after already showing every last detail, but he still didn’t want to show any more. 

    The viewers might brush it off as “Wow, the graphics are wild!” because it’s just a game, but for Eizen, it was reality. Reality!

    “Well then, please look forward to tomorrow’s broadcast.”

    Just as he whispered his farewell and tried to end the stream, a notification window popped up before Eizen’s eyes.

    [Cannot end broadcast]

    “Huh?”

    💬Hahahaha

    At that moment, the chat window exploded.

    Why couldn’t he end the broadcast?

    Eizen tried again and again.

    [Cannot end broadcast]

    [Cannot end broadcast]

    “Ah, no… no…”

    [Cannot end broadcast]

    “No!”

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