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Legends are of unaccountable folktales. The one truth that could solve the unreliable narration of many in a story, it is impossible to fully evaluate the reality of a scope and third dimension when meaning becomes lost in the hands of the user.
Such a legend was a victim. There is said to be a dungeon hidden beneath the crust of the earth, its creator unknown, and its materials otherworldly. Separated from the material plane, it is implied to ascribe the person who uncovers such rewards with powers akin to a god. Items beyond comprehension. No simple soul could possibly contain its single gift, with great power comes great responsibility. Global execution is encouraged to infiltrate its walls.
There is no information about its source. Explorers who dare embark on its path, it isn’t stated whether they return, nor if their identity is maintained. It cannot even be said whether they are human or dead, but with great rumours, summons curiously tenfold. The beckoning of subjects to test this undiscovered land remains in high demand, and for those with mountfield courage, and utmost insanity, it is as if the gates of wonderland twinkle their ears, and tickle their ankles onward to hyper indulgence and pleasure.
“Hyung-nim….” A handsome man. He looked impressive in stature. Broad shoulders and a cultivated body. The height of his body made his muscles elongate and stretch. Gifted in toxicology, and a long-ranged fighting style, rebellion and mischief were hinted at in his face, but he was definitely self-asserted.
He was the renowned Dark Saint of the Tang family. Tang Bo.
“This is….” Bulging eyes, he gaped. The gate was colossal and ancient. The moss creeped itself into the crevices of the wooden entryway, yet strangely, no light seemed to illuminate from its foggy interior. Ominous. Foreboding. It was more like a black hole than a den of danger.
“Mhm?” Another attractive man.
“Are you sure this is the right door…. I’m no expert, but like.. maybe we have other, less conspicuous and controversial doors to be going to-”
“You’re not saying to go back, right?” The attractive man languidly bounced the sword on his shoulder.
“Don’t get all sappy now. After you were dying to come with me?” His hair was long and wavy, but his feisty eyes were enough to knock people out. Shorter by an inch, his muscles however, were something to gawk at.
His title was even more captivating as the Sword Saint of the Mount Hua sect. Chung Myung
“Where was all that talk earlier when you’re just gonna half-ass it?”
“Hyung-nim-!” The taller man retorted, feeling wrongfully accused.
“What do you take me for– A wuss?! I only came here because I needed to make sure you don’t die in there! Saying I'm the wuss when just before we left I had to strap you extra geared up and ready!”
“Looking out for me? Or are you just trying to insult me?” Plum eyes elsewhere, his focus was directed to hoisting the sword to his waist.
“Watch out before you accidentally go sacrificing yourself to the warlords.”
“I could say the same for you! You swordsmen— No, you! You! What’s with you hurting yourself in ways that I've never had to treat someone before?! What did I tell you about preserving your body? What if you’re in it big time?!”
“Oh yeah? It's because you’re so scatterbrained that I gotta do all the work. It’s easier doing everything by myself. Unlike a certain someone who is always lined up at the back, I always make it out alive, thank you very much.” Chung Myung shrugged with condescension rubbed all over his face. That did a number or two on the other man’s ego.
“Well, I’m not having it!” Driven mad, he stomped up, and poked the older man’s chest plate with his strong finger.
“Now you’re crossing the line! Me watching your back is being called cowardly!? That’s it! I've heard insane things from you, but this is too much! You’re not allowed to visit my infirmary anymore! Let’s see how you fare now! You need to self-reflect!”
“Hah-?” What is he on about?
“You’re kicking me out? But this brat– Ohoho. Oh, I see how it is.” Suddenly, he grabbed the other’s index finger.
“I’m being left astray. I never thought this day would come. To think you’d say such mean things to me. Weren't your words before that you’d never leave my hip? And now, you're trying to cast me aside? Bo-ya, how could you be so cruel? Don’t you like my company? It seems that I'm not wanted. Wow, what a horrible friend you are.” His playful, almost flirty tone was unlike the serious words from before. This way of words is lethal to Tang Bo.
“Can’t you give me some slack? You know, how you like being generous to me?”
“You sly fox.. don’t twist my words….” Tang Bo convulsed, his face darkening. “After everything I do for you…. You're accusing me of being cruel when I'm the one that shows you love and back. You don't know how much I’d run to the ends of the earth for you. Name a man that shows you better love than I do.”
“..I don't know any other men, Tang Bo.” He chuckled lightly. What point was he trying to prove?
“Exactly, meaning, I’m number one. Glad we got that one out of the way. Also!”
‘He’s still going on….’
“I’m not gonna get injured. The only times I’ve ever gotten hit was by my daggers and you.”
“Your reaction speed is getting slower. Fucking bastard. Said you wanted to protect me? With what speed?”
“I’ve come to accept my fate of Hyung-nim smacking me.”
“Sometimes, I wonder if you like getting hit by me……”
“Anyways.”
Quickly averting the topic, Tang Bo cosied himself behind Chung Myung, slouching his head over his shoulder, hugging his waist. “Hyung-nim, my beautiful, dreamy companion. What will I do without you…. You wouldn’t want your wonderful best friend getting hurt and lost in the rain would you…? This handsome face that you adore so much… That only you can touch. How could you let your loving best friend die when I need to treat you and make sure you’re all dolled up… you love me, don’t you?”
“Get a grip.”
He elbowed the other man’s stomach. “You’ll live.”
“Once again so cold….” He shrank back and sulked, how can such a tall man be such a big baby?
“Stop being a crybaby just because I broke your heart. Get over it, you’ll find your lucky dime when the time comes.”
“But that lucky dime never wants to listen to my lovely woes….”
“Oh look, the door is open.” The echo from the wind indicated that the walls were endless. The immense volume of the entrance made it seem like a silent roar. The calm before the storm.
Feeling the cold breeze pencil his skin, Chung Myung felt the rush, and ran inside the dungeon. By the time Tang Bo fully recovered, he saw Chung Myung’s figure halfway submerged into the darkness.
“Hyung… Hyung-nim!” He didn’t warn him. He just left him behind.
“Fuck, wait for me!” Chung Myung’s silhouette was already disassembled in the shadows, and his presence grew grim. Tang Bo blitzed forward to remain close to the noise of the older man’s footsteps. Their shoes bellowed noises across the proximity.
There was clattering in front of them, the sounds seeming to travel and bounce back simultaneously. No form could be appraised, the front was plagued in ambiguity, as well as the ground he was sprinting upon. The air was moist, their huffs fogged the atmosphere that could be deemed of no matter. The stone floor was dry, yet the cracks in between shedded water, and oversaturated soil, dampening the soles of his feet. It was neatly untidy.
Oxygen still existed in this realm— it was a miracle, yet he felt breathless. The coldness crystallised his lungs, and it inflamed his throat like a dry cough, sensations were bursting inside his body, yet he felt nothing at the same time. Every inch of his organs was overly expended to the point of going into overdrive, yet he couldn’t know if he was truly seeing, hearing or moving. Like an endless tunnel, the beginning and the other side were indistinguishable. Uncanny valley felt uncomfortably familiar in this context.
But his strength was enough to persevere against the weird vacuum. Resiliency made him succeed, but he was faulty in his footing. He tripped. Running relentlessly had temporarily rendered him unconscious to time and spatial awareness. His knees planted to the ground after colliding hard against a solid object. He darted up and panted, the impact being so severe that his guts churned, and threatened to spill out of his mouth.
“What the fuck?” An irritated voice. “Are you blind too? Why did you bump into me!?” It was his hyung-nim!
“My god. Hyung-nim! You’re alive!”
“Alive? Of course I’m alive. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that hot, angry voice of yours! I thought you were a goner– I mean, I couldn’t see you! I thought I’d drop to the floor and bawl upon seeing your dead body on the floor!”
“Yah brat, aren’t you supposed to be super strong? Why are you so useless!? I will hit you!”
“I’m not useless-! Can’t you see I’m having a tough time!? Keeping track of you whilst trying to see if any other bastard is around is the worst punishment to ever exist!”
“…?”
“I have to take my eyes off you, I can’t even admire your good looks from behind! Why did you run without giving me a warning or head start!? What did I tell you about me protecting you?!”
“You’re a sore loser for letting your guard down. Besides, if you keep admiring my behind, and I randomly get stabbed, whose fault is it?”
“Hyung-nim, the chances that you get hurt are not because the people you fight are dangerous. It's because you run into battle as if you don't have a physical body that actually gets hurt.”
“Tsk! You're weak, but you always have words to say! You can blabber with a mouth of a thousand wise masters, but have no backbone to your arms! I will recover without fail so shut your trap!” Chung Myung grumbled and turned his head away.
“You’re two steps behind me!”
“I could show you better things that I’m surely not behind on- Oh my, the temperature sure is low. Wow, look at all these beautiful stones!“
“Either way, it seems we made it to the main building.” The auditorium was spacious, expanding dramatically in comparison to mansions, or multistory infrastructure. It must’ve been centuries since it was last discovered; hills were reconstructed, trees flourished, somehow finding resources to inhabit this lost civilization. It was practically an ecosystem.
A serene turquoise light shone above the ceiling, whether it was a portal to another realm, a giant organism, or a hole to the sky, at best, it looked like a beacon, or a generator. Giant vines spawned from the radiance, crawling over the walls, decorating the decayed, broken pillars that were once prosperous into an abstraction. Even moss and grass made its way around the edges.
Religious iconography was engraved onto the walls, the themes mainly showing a ginormous cephalopod. Hovering above like a monarch, it towered over humanoid creatures roughly a size above average people.
A routine. These species had a culture, a synchrony unlike normal animals. It was safe to say that they had an intelligence like humans. They even curated a narrative art of their lord, glamorising its power and sovereignty. Nevertheless, some recordings weren’t preserved.
A dispute or war had occurred, claws and markings had resiliently rubbed off the artistry, and some pillars were removed entirely. A hasty escape against a threat was evident, but even with this relic, it could be gathered that this strange, tentacle-like monster was a being of worship.
“This place…” Tang Bo mustered. “It looks oddly picturesque. Like a whole painting. Maybe, this was once a land of harmony. But then again, if it has been lost and abandoned, then something must have settled in this place. I have a bad feeling about this. They said this was a dungeon, no?”
“Then, we just have to kill it.”
“Hyung-nim, things aren’t as simple as hitting, punching, and killing.”
“Why not? Before you met me, you used to hit, punch and kill other people when you were in a horrible mood. What’s with the switch up?”
“Hyung-nim, that was before I met you… but that's not important. Look at me now, this one-of-a-kind Tang Bo now is on the ropes for you. I’d even crawl on the ground for you.”
“This leech.”
“Hey-”
“If that was your attempt at flirting with me, then you’re shit at it.”
“Augh….”
“We only live one life. I don’t plan on getting my way through words and peace treaties. I’ll show it through my actions. And whether they like it or not, they’ll just have to eat shit from me.”
“….”
Tang Bo tinkered a worried look. Despite that headstrong attitude being absolute in maintaining morale, he still was concerned for the safety of Chung Myung. He’s made a habit of gambling his life away far too many times.
But what could he do? He was the one who wanted to go with Chung Myung after all.
“Right, right…” He scratched his head. “Then, let’s go…. I hope this is all worth it..” In his vacant slots, Tang Bo clenched onto his daggers and prepped himself behind Chung Myung. The vines were bombarding the pathway to the large opening on the other side. With his sword, Chung Myung cut the interweaving sections of vines that hindered their footing, traversing atop of hills, whilst jumping over minor plants and twigs that were either tall, or withered.
The place was massacred. With the ravaged aftermath, this wasn’t a friendly spot for walking in normal standards at all. A concoction of splinters and debris, it was annoying enough to tiptoe like ruffian bandits around. Sometimes, their equipment would get torn from the sharp rubble and boulders peeking from the trees. Chung Myung’s sleeves, as well as his shirt got random holes from the sharp tips on the stones. Tang Bo never mentioned anything though. Free fanservice.
“We finally did it….” All of the webs of plants have been cut, they were nearly there. The level of ecstatic Tang Bo felt couldn't be measured. It was like they had cleared a level in an extremely hard game.
But this sentiment wasn’t reciprocated. “What are you getting happy for? This is just the beginning.”
“Hyung-nim… aren’t you satisfied enough…? There’s still enough time to turn back….”
“Oh, I guess you haven’t heard.”
“Huh?”
“This place doesn't have a back exit. The moment we got in here, and the door closed, we couldn't go back. We’re locked in here.”
“Hyung-nim……..”
“Unless we find that ugly bastard and kill it, then leave through the other door.” He gripped harder on the handle of his sword. “Bo-ah, you’re here for a reason. You’re gonna help me defeat that monster, no?”
“Well, yes— But-!”
“Then, we gotta go! Hurry up!” Chung Myung hopped over the last remaining vine and ran again to the entrance.
“Arghh! Stop running without telling me!!!” Once again, another hallway. Except, this one was narrower and even longer. Their heads could tap the ceiling upon a blundering hop, and the size was perfectly fit for one person to pass through.
It would've been awkward to travel individually. The absence of lights was impressive. It felt like a hindrance rather than a blessing. If there was truly a civilization, how did they manage? Well, they weren't overly curious about that. The urgency and fear of getting caught, they just wanted the reward so that they could quickly get out of this place.
“Look!” Amongst them running, there was light at the end of the tunnel. Tang Bo pointed fervently to it, his voice peaking at the glimmer. Responding to their excitement, they ran even faster, to the point where their stomping became sickeningly loud, until their stamina gave out.
Light.
Huff Huff Huff….
A fully lit up area. This was unlike the rest of the dungeon. Iridescent lamp pearls were levelled at the side of each door, a weird symmetry bordering compulsive obsession had encountered the two men. It was a mixture of a double loaded corridor, and a labyrinth of rooms connecting together. Each side of the corridor had chambers, but in each chamber, they stretched out to expose even more rooms. It was the perfect contraption to get someone lost if they didn't properly know the floor plan. And guess who didn't have the floor plan?
“Arghhh… this is so fucking shitty….” Tang Bo groaned. “Who the fuck created this place?! Whoever did this, they should go kill themselves!”
“Tang Bo, they did do that actually.”
“Stop being a smart ass Hyung-nim!”
“Hahaha!” To think they both could joke about in a place like this.
“When I'm outta here, I'm gonna have a drink. I can't take the goddamn water and trees anymore.”
“Wait.” His hand held out, Chung Myung blocked Tang Bo. “Don't move.”
“Eep!” Tang Bo shot up, holding his breath, and standing like a statue. How oddly obedient.
…Why is he holding his breath like a sheep?
“How about this?” Open statement. “You can check the left corridor and I can check the right.”
“This place isn't small enough for two. Shouldn't we go together…? Well, we can check the first set of rooms first, then come back and do a take two. As long as we don't get too ambitious, and go running off on our own, we should be fine.”
“Ambitious?”
“Yeah.”
“Who’s getting ambitious?”
“You.”
“Who?”
“You.”
“Who?”
A fist.
“HAHAHA!!! Ambitious who!? I don’t even know what that word means- Ah! Hyung-nim! No, please! Don’t hit me!!”
“Hm.” Chung Myung grumbled, and turned his head away.
However, Tang Bo was able to pick up on that discreet moment.
In the corner of his eye, Chung Myung’s cheeks were raised.
An animated face. His lips were lifted. Behind his wild hair was a little smile. An adorable grin even.
His heart fluttered. How could Tang Bo say no to that..?
But Chung Myung quickly got rid of the pleasantries.
“Make sure not to get injured.”
“I’d only get injured for you.”
“Yeah, because I'm the only one that is allowed to decide whether you die or not.”
“Hyung-nim, you should be saying that to yourself-”
“Yah brat! Do you want me to leave you in this place?!”
“Hyung-nim!! But of course you're never wrong!!! Oh, what a wonderful suggestion you made!”
“Right, right! I expected that much from you.”
“Well, since we're both gonna die, let's kiss and make out as the only good-looking people in this place.”
“Attractive? Don't get cocky.”
“Tsk.”
“I’m heading over, and….” Chung Myung paused.
“Don’t die.” Fully garnering his weapon, he made the trip to the other side. Melancholic of his beautiful man leaving his arms, like a sorrowful divorce, he reluctantly made his way to the other side with a droopy head. God, why did he have to look so pathetic? It almost makes me feel bad for him.
But there was business that needed to be attended to.
Assessing the props in each room, Chung Myung’s attention was conducted everywhere. Based on the entire layout, there were inspirations from the historical inventions of humans. The carpets were of a medieval style; an ethnocentric fashion with a rough texture due to its age, and unkept maintenance. Despite the fact that none of these rooms have been occupied, it was oddly clean in contrast to its circumstance.
The drawboards had bedroom remedies, the desks, alongside the paintings and arbitrary accessories were installed professionally to complete the space. The floors creaked, albeit not grim enough to hint beneath the wooden planks, and there was nothing on the bed, not even underneath the mattress, to reveal a certain clue. Chung Myung even tried the cliche thriller movie gimmick of coursing his hands onto the stonewall. Nothing.
One room. Two rooms. Three rooms. Four. He felt the most scammed of them all. What kind of place was this? Was he running around in a dead end? He was sure that this was a famous map with game changing monsters. This crazy amount of tranquility was off putting even for him. Sure, he didn’t know the exact coordinates, but this was in competition with catfish galore.
He was doubting himself. ‘Don’t tell me this isn’t the right dungeon…’ His head was ticking. He grew impatient, slowly computing the polar tents in his mind of adrenaline and rationality.
‘More.’ He ran to one room.
‘More….’ Yet another.
‘More!’ Until he staggered, and opened a mundane door to an interior never seen before.
His vision was flashed. The contrast of dark tones and dull hues, this room was surrounded by bright lights and colours, an impeccable impression of grandeur.
Overflowing with a golden light, except the focal point of its rays cannot be deduced. Unlike the dystopian array of the previous building, this one felt akin to a dilapidated fairytale.
This enclosure was also a hybrid of sorts.
A mixture of a proscenium arch, and a long hallway. No, it was a throne room; the pillars that touched the sky were eroded on its chiselled edges, its silk curtains torn, the throne, embroidered with red silk, and printed text amongst its sides, was buried beneath the catastrophe. The marble floor was shattered, and the walkway was laid with the very same iconic carpet that zoomed underneath the chair. The seat was too big for a human. Or a titan for that matter.
‘Just what was this thing…?’ How almighty did it have to be to send shivers down his spine?
He huddled away from the tiny door, his protective little cubbyhole, and snuck around the place with his sword in hand. He traversed the assembly, slowly turning in every corner in hopes of imbibing every detail. He felt like a lost child with the ominous ambiance that crept up his skin, and in scale to the proportions, he was practically the size of a dwarf. He held his breath, trudging slowly towards the end of the hallway where the throne stood.
Eyes on the prize, the dust and wreckage coating the throne overshadowed its glory. He rolled away ruins of the pillar, and chucked off smaller waste that muddled his perception. In this rabbit hole, something shone, a hopeful glimmer, it was rudely concealed by murk and dirt. When he peered closer, it wasn’t just a simple shimmer, the intricate design had swirly patterns made from a material too fragile. A soft cloak. It was distinctive enough to only make him think of one thing.
‘A silk gown…?’ It was poking out like a sore thumb. Who would leave such a precious thing here? Whoever did that, they must be meticulous with their work, it was surely that peculiar king that ruled this place.
Opening the cloak, a golden crown adorned with rubies, sapphires, jaspers and jades flashed him. So rare and immaculate, he gulped in awe. Feeling the aura from it, it surely was magical, and could be a founding heirloom of sorts.
It looked so lonely, maybe it needed someone…. dashing… handsome… and hardworking to pick it up….
‘And that person is me!’
‘Welp! I'm not responsible for any idiot that wants to leave that!’ Finders keepers! I have a belly to fill! Chung Myung giggled, his greed clouding his sense of morality— Oh yeah, he didn’t really have any in the first place. He slowly leaned in for the crown, its handles inviting his hands.
‘Don’t worry, my sweet one! This Chung Myung shall take good care of you! Hehehe~!’ It seems luck is on his side. Who knew this dungeon could be so easy? Is what he would say, but….
FWOOSH
Something came!
“Ah.. Aahh!” Propelled in the air, the world went upside down. His vision was twirling in circles, and all of the blood went to his head.
He was being held by the ankle.
“Argh! What’s going on?! Why am I in the air?!” His arms dangled like puppet strings. The items in his inventory were shaken off his person, and he mourned at the crown that was miserably swept out of his hands. How dare they treat him like this? Just who did they think they are?! Raising his head up, he saw the perpetrator that had apprehended him in such an unusual position.
It was slimy. The purple skin reflected brilliantly, an outer layer of mucus lathering its body wet. The mere arm smooth, it clenched against his ankle, making the glands secrete liquids on his skin. Without bones, it was dexterous and flexible, with muscles and substance to contract and contort itself.
The cold sensation of it nibbling, and sucking at him, Chung Myung shivered helplessly. From its thick length, it minutely slid up his leg, licking the hem of his jeans, the fabric eroding from the touch. The bumps on its suckers had small teeth to increase its large surface area. Not to mention that the liquid was corrosive, making him feel tingly in response.
“Auh… What is this…? Who are you? Are you the king of this place?”
“٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶〜”
“You’re a cheeky bastard, huh? You better let me go! You don’t know who you’re messing with!”
“(*⁰▿⁰*)！"
What a cute response. Regardless, as if the tentacle monster couldn’t hear him, no, as if it felt excited by that ferocious persona, multiple limbs slithered out of the cracks in the wall to trap Chung Myung’s arms and legs.
“Hey, you bastard! What did I say about letting me go!?” There was little time. The more he idled, the smaller were his chances of escaping. Attempting to resist, he tried wiggling his arms and legs, but the monster swerved him lightly to dissipate the force of his attacks. Inevitably, it had a good grapple against him, and with its size, it was handling him just fine without any energy expenditure whatsoever.
It wasn’t working. Counterproductive even. The more Chung Myung began to rebel against it, the more raunchy it became. It was a mistake to badmouth the demon. With the amount of limbs being unveiled at a rapid speed, the loose arms found more ways of restraining him as prey.
“Fuck….!” His armour was cracked open to unmask his tight folds, his plump body being hugged by the clothes without avail to flaunt his muscles and curves. The lecherous feelers grew tempted, seeing a man with a minx physique made its drive grow stronger. It trailed itself along him like a soft blanket before caressing his thighs. Hunger was its middle name, as soon after, his upper body was massaged by its girthy coil.
“I said…. Ah! Mmh… wait, that’s…” The tentacles were groping at his breasts. His arms were hoisted back to give more leeway to his front, as the tentacles made no further ado than to continuously molest his erogenous areas. His abs were worshipped by its floundering arms, rummaging at his sides and kissing his hip bone. The slippery tentacles made his hot body in contrast shake, as the more his boobs were fondled, the more stimulated they became. His pecs became moist as the cold lotion made his nipples harden, and he shakily exhaled a breath every time the tentacle closed in on his inner thigh, tantalisingly nudging against his dick.
Slipping underneath the rims of his clothes, the creature was ravid, and spoiled him silly. A tentacle peeking into his pants, his dick bounced shamelessly upon its release into the light.
He gasped. Poor him, it must’ve been excruciating being held tightly in there for so long. Like a shy fool, his dick pointed in the air with no way of pleasing itself. He blushed at it twitching red and hot, but the demon favoured him well. Admiring the colour and shape, the monster wiggled itself pleased, and with a gracious reminder, the monster curled around, and began to stroke it affectionately.
Moaning to the rhythm, his thighs trembled tremendously at his cock being pumped. Writhing against its hold, the tentacles found the opportunity to slide up his shirt, and play with his chest. The two sensations merged: his chest being suckled, and the yearning of his penis releasing. Chung Myung whined miserably at both tentacles twirling around on both spots. Granted, it kissed his neck, licking the waterfall of tears on his face. With a curled arm, it raised his head up to make him focus on his arousal.
With each row of his cock, shots of precum spilled on the floor. His stomach quaked profusely from his entire lower half being fucked. The tip was sucked, his dick manhandled, and his balls were kneaded delightfully. Each section of his body was loved unconditionally, and his eyes were tainted with desire.
Cowering from his unscrupulous appearance, he tried to close his legs, but the tentacle monster forced them back open. Turning his neck to the side, the demon kissed and filled up Chung Myung’s mouth. Its mouth opened up a small tongue to roll inside his walls, and he received it with a noise that could only be music to one’s ears.
Exuding another weird substance from its mouth, Chung Myung drank it up obliviously. It was sweet and dissolved quickly, yet he failed to realise how it made his body even more turned on. Sucking on the tentacle like it was melted honey, he fell into absolute bliss, and was reaching his orgasm. He quaked with tethers of impulses coursing through his body to one point. His mind went blank with only his body responding honestly, and was at his breaking point. He came into one of its mouths.
“Ah… hah….” His body was meant to go limp. That’s how orgasms work. He was meant to feel calmer, but his dick didn’t go down. Ever since he was fed that strange liquid, the pit in his stomach pooled hot, and he grew feverish.
The tentacle with the sperm lightly grazed his lower abdomen, but instead of it being measly contact, Chung Myung screamed and threw his head back. His body became so sensitive that it was dangerous. He quivered profusely, his dick immediately shooting up, and he whimpered like a broken record. His eyes shedded tears again, his face beet red, and his body sizzled with a harsh flush on his skin.
“You….” He could barely hold himself back from moaning, “What did you do to me…?”
“(ㆀ˘･з･˘)⁇"
“Don’t act stupid. You know what you- Ah!” One of its arms teasingly licked his ear.
“(*^▽^*)ノ １００ＳＣＯＲＥ！"
“You motherfucker-! You fed me aphrodisiacs, didn’t you!?”
“:(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'): ⁈！"
“You bitch! I’ll kill you, and make sure none of your kind come back alive! This place, i’ll make sure it gets turned upside down—“
But his voice got cut off. The tentacle, still lingering on his lower abdomen, began to induce a scorching hot sensation on his tender skin. He grunted at the pain akin to millions of pins and needles piercing his abdomen. It was so overwhelming that he thought he was going to go insane. Like under a magical spell, his whole body had a major reaction from the dim purple light blooming from that area. And upon the arm releasing itself from his stomach, was Chung Myung finally able to look down.
A tattoo. It was black, and a demonic symbol. Similar to the markings of a succubus, Chung Myung’s womb had been fouled, and it meant that his body was now a slave to sinful pleasure. Upon this tattoo being stitched onto him, his body had undergone several transformations.
His pecs became more tender. Unlike his muscles before being toned and less weighty, they had more volume, and were easy to touch lovingly. In spite of that, this wasn’t the worst of all.
His nipples began to lactate. They were extremely sensitive, upon a slight flicker it could send him waves of pleasure, and they were constantly erect, as if his chest wasn’t embarrassing enough. He was in pain due to his chest being full of milk. Squeezing them could easily get him going. It was so full, that the milk was already dripping out, and they seductively coated his shirt.
His ass also began to secrete fluids. His pants were being soiled from his behind becoming wet, and his butt too, became more robust. He had to rub his thighs together to keep his attention away from the fact that his hole kept twitching. As if he had to rut against something to calm down. His ass shimmied slightly, and the monster probably knew how turned on he was from the mere sight of it.
His dick was a no brainer, no matter how many times he touched himself, he wouldn’t be able to come. Specifically, this womb had handicapped him in a way where he needed someone else to relieve him.
Bent over, his ass was pointed up to the monster. Against his intentions, his body was speaking for itself. With his legs spread open, allowing the monster to spectate his glorious skin underneath, it was like he was inviting its fury and gaze. It was humiliating how he didn’t feel so gutted by it either. Were his dire wishes to leave, or to be consumed by this thing?
The tentacles harassed all surfaces of his ass, leaking lotion all over and massaging it. Chung Myung hummed at his thighs, once again, being squeezed, and the monster soothing his ass and hole.
Meanwhile, the monster became impatient.
Hearing something rip, Chung Myung batted his head backwards. It was ripping off all of his clothes, moreso to create a hole in his pants to his naked behind.
“But this bastard…!” He realised what the big deal was. It was trying to strip and fertilise him.
“How dare you rip off my clothes! The moment I get out I'll—“ Rather, his voice was rudely interrupted. He squeaked at his hole being rimmed by its arm. It circled around his hole, pecking and rubbing itself against it. Occasionally, it would lightly push inside, but not enough to fill him up.
“Ha.. What the fuck’s wrong with you?! Would you quit it with that!?”
“Σ（ﾟдﾟlll）！！”
Seeing the man become agitated at its actions, the monster reevaluated its plan of action.
“(◞‸◟)。。。”
It took Chung Myung’s feedback, but not in the way that Chung Myung had expected. Like a gentleman, it stopped edging its captive sadistically, but instead, began to cup Chung Myung’s ass and spread it thoroughly to reveal his hole. Chung Myung was puzzled by this random bold action. He sat there confused by the monster randomly wanting to inspect him.
Settling behind and idolising his ass, it started to smooch and worship his body even more, rubbing his skin, and nuzzling his muscles. He was starting to think that this monster had a thing for making a joke out of everything, but before he could properly register the demon’s intentions, his hips were fastened, and its thick tentacle had entered his hole.
He croaked at the huge thing fitting inside. Pain shot up his legs and he thought he was going to tear. He barely choked back his tears, and held one of its arms for support.
Because he became a succubus, his ass was wet, and prepared. It might’ve been worse if he hadn’t been inflicted with the aphrodisiacs. Luckily, the pain was not the only factor, as overtime, his sounds came from pleasure, and his ass was able to adjust to its size.
The tentacle perched, slowly wiggling itself up until it was decently inside, and once the man dimed down on his retorts, did it begin to move. Slowly pounding into him, Chung Myung squealed each time the monster rushed back in. It was slow, but powerful at the same time, its girth filling him up and crashing inside. His skin being slapped on impact sent waves of pleasure all over. It was reaching places he didn’t even know was possible.
His dick wobbled with each thrust. He quietly weeped whenever its tentacle directly hits his prostate, his knees clanging together, and his legs hovering in the air.
His senses were blurry by all the different sensations, but his ears were his last salvation. From the corner of his ear, lightly— Oh, so slightly, he could hear an echo from the door. Some clacking, like something was being tumbled or knocked over. Whether they had come for him, or for another reason was unknown, all he knew was that their footsteps were moving towards his direction.
Chung Myung grew fearful. Something was coming. What if they found him like this, and they never helped him? What if they’re also evil – one of the demon’s subordinates? He had goosebumps, and groaned painfully. Steeling himself, he covered his mouth, awaiting the person that turned the corner, preparing for his hellish fate. His legs shook, from both his behind, and the threat that has yet to be revealed.
“Huh?” A man’s voice. “Where did Hyung-nim go? He said he would be back shortly after….”
Love never felt more alive than it did now.
“Tang Bo-!” Chung Myung shrieked. “I’m over here- Mmph!” He almost forgot the precarious situation he was in. Hearing Tang Bo’s voice was a moment of bliss that he had temporarily disregarded the monster behind him. And now that he screeched with all of his might, the demon was starting to become active.
“Hyung-nim!” Tang Bo rushed out. “There you are! I was looking all over for you—“
“..What…?” Covering his nose, he halted himself at the densely concentrated scent. It was sweet, and alluring, like that of a dangerous pheromone to unleash the primal state in a man. His body froze seeing Chung Myung’s very explicit position, eyes darting, and capturing Chung Myung’s disparity.
“Tang Bo! You’re close enough! Go and throw your da- Guh!” But it was too late. The demon was speeding up.
The arm dormant inside of him pulsated, and grew in size. It was getting excited again. It slowly pulled back until the tip kissed his ass, and then swiped all the way back inside. Punching the lights out of him, Chung Myung’s mouth hung, and he struggled to reply to Tang Bo. Its stamina was off the charts, continuously pounding into his prostate without slowing down. Chung Myung was seeing stars. He moaned uncontrollably despite not being able to fully recover his breath, and his self-respect was thrown out the window.
Tang Bo stood there watching Chung Myung get fucked until he was dishevelled and drooling. Chung Myung gritted his teeth seeing Tang Bo’s delayed response.
“You bastard! Can’t you see I've been captured?! Do something-!”
“(๑>◡<๑)♡”
“Ah….” Exploring his eyes at the scene, his mind wandered elsewhere. “Is that so…?”
“Are you— Get your mind out of the fucking gutter and help me, you dickhead!” He slammed his fist onto one of its arms.
“(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾”
“Oh, oh! Right! You got captured!” Why did he look so lost? Is this brat even in the room right now?
“About that…!” He scratched the back of his head like a silly little klutz, “I can’t.. really do that….”
“Huh-? What do you mean you can't— You’re right here! You have the perfect opportunity to!”
“Well….” As if the cat was out of the bag, Tang Bo raised his hands up. Seeing his hands raised, but with nothing on his upper body, Chung Myung looked down.
His ankles.
“Hahaha….” They’re not so lonely.
“I’ve been captured already….” The monster has wrapped itself around his legs.
“You….” So. “You’re so….” What does he do now? “You’re such a lost cause……”
“Don’t worry, Hyung-nim. Surprisingly, these little critters don’t take too much interest in me.” Little critters? I think we’re having different definitions right now.
“Look.” Manhandling one of the tentacles on his leg, he brought it up to demonstrate. “These things practically cannot resist me.”
‘Huh…? But why…?’ In disbelief, Chung Myung looked back at the monster.
“(-᷅_-᷄๑)｡｡｡”
“It's because my body is full of poison. Well, to these strange guys, I’m like a walking radioactive drug lord. They can slightly grab me, but the moment my hands touch them, they start to convulse and weaken as if salt had just been poured onto them. Obviously, they won’t die, but you know.”
He smelled one of the tentacles, raising it up to his face.
“It seems these things are dangerous. They produce a potent aphrodisiac. If it weren’t for you being such a powerhouse, you might’ve fallen unconscious and gotten eaten up. Well, I'm surprised that it hasn’t done that already, this one has a special personality.”
“ (￣ー￣ )。。。”
“Wow, thanks for the compliment, dipshit. Am I supposed to be happy that instead of getting killed, I’m getting fucked until my legs don’t work?” He kissed his teeth.
“Oh, no no! That’s not what I was saying, but….” He trailed off. Slightly blushing, he chose not to finish the remainder of his sentence, but only merely glanced at Chung Myung’s expression.
“I’m saying that you’re lucky.” Tang Bo tightened his grip on one of its suckers enough for it to release the substance into his hand. “It smells good. Like honey.”
“(๑•ૅㅁ•๑)ｗｈａｔ？”
Raising his hand to his mouth. “It tastes good too.” He was licking it.
‘No!’
“Tang Bo! Quickly dispel it! You’re going to get brainwashed!”
“Oh.”
“It’s fine, I can handle it.”
“You dumbass! This isn’t a silly game! Hurry up, and get over here!”
“Mhm…. yeah.” The glint in his eyes changed. “Are you sure you want me to do that?”
“What…?”
“Hyung-nim, do you know you give off a potent pheromone from a 30 meter radius?”
“I…”
“You asking me to get closer is like asking me to put my dick inside you and fuck your brains out.”
“Is that the pheromones speaking or you??”
“Hahaha! Don’t worry, Hyung-nim! It might just be the pheromones. If it were me, I would’ve fucked you with love and dignity.”
“So you’re just a crazy leech.”
“Besides, I think it may be aphrodisiacs too. Hah…. with the way my body is getting hot, I’m suppressing every urge to savour you.”
“Bo-ya….” Chung Myung was worried. “Are you…?”
“Don’t worry, i’m not going to try fucking you out of nowhere. That goes against my beliefs, and it’s beyond my capabilities.” Oddly chivalrous for a morally grey bastard.
“But Hyung-nim. I’ll be blunt.” His demeanour sharpened. “That thing is trying to impregnate you. You see the womb tattoo on your lower abdomen? It’s a special seal where it beautifies you, and gives you woman-like anatomy. You have a womb, can breastfeed, and produce fluids and discharge. You even ovulate and produce pheromones to attract men.”
“Obviously, your outer appearance is like that of a man, but you could also say your autonomy is like that of a woman. You’ve got child-birthing hips, and fat mainly travels to your thighs and butt instead of hogging your belly. Maybe even to your chest and arms too. Luckily, since you're a fine man for your age, it doesn't go all the way to your belly.”
“You’ve become fertile, and now, it’ll plant its eggs inside of you. If you don’t make a decision now, you’ll get impregnated by this bastard and be forced to carry its babies.”
“This thing is trying to get me pregnant? No wonder it was sweetening me up. This faker!”
“。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。”
“Well, obviously I don’t want to get impregnated by this bastard!”
“That’s why I'm asking.”
“What?”
“Because it’s either I fuck you faster, or that thing gets to fuck you the whole way.”
“Wait….”
‘Why is that the only option?! This motherfucker is thinking with his dick again!’
“You bitch! Why do I get fucked in both?!”
“I mean, would you rather have your handsome best friend with a great body that you’ve known for 40 years to fuck you, or some snail-like balloon toy to fuck you? I think we both know the answer to that one.”
“I think I’d rather rut against a boulder than to get fucked by you.”
“Hyung-nim, let’s not waste much time. Remember, that thing is still here listening to us talk.” Chung Myung turned around and saw the monster growling at Tang Bo. He didn’t know if Tang Bo’s tactics were to piss off the demon, or if he was just that unbearable, but it was definitely working, and distracting the demon.
“Ok.” Could he work with this? “Let’s say you do “have sex” with me. What benefits do I get from that?”
What a speculative question indeed. Tang Bo pondered that enquiry with an upturned eyebrow. He tapped his cheek and made all of the calculations in his head.
“Well! I will fuck you better that’s for sure!”
“Can you give me a good “fucking” reason outside of the fact that you want to stick your dick up my ass!?”
“Plus, this means that the demon’s offspring won't be his, and you won’t be binded, or enslaved by soul. Also, the pheromones would be exclusive and would only work on the dealer who gave you his sperm. If I fuck you faster, your pheromones would only trigger me, and we could go on life like nothing happened.”
“….”
“It also means our babies would be wonderful, talented kids that we could love as one of our own! Maybe a little demonic, but still human!”
“What am I a lab rat? You’re speaking about me like I'm some holy fountain that gives miracle water to make dreams come true.”
“Well, you’re certainly making all my dreams come true!”
“Can’t I just abort the baby actually?”
“And let doctors find out you’re carrying the next doomsday? Yeah, not going to work.”
“Argh….” Tang Bo was looking at him expectantly. His eyes sparkled with determination as he waited like a trained dog for his answer.
This wasn’t a simple yes or no though.
“I can't choose. I don’t like any of this— What am I supposed to do when all of them just sound like I'm going to get the blunt end of it? I don’t even know if I’d survive a demon child, what if I can’t handle the consequences-?”
“Hyung-nim, you need to trust me, as much as I entrust my life unto you. I would never say something halfheartedly if it meant that you could risk yourself getting hurt, or that I'm the one responsible for your outcome. If you give me this one chance to make it right, I’ll make sure that you get out of here safely and that nothing ever happens to you. That is, if you allow me into your heart, and let me make the decision. I'm saying this as your best friend, and as a member of the Tang family.”
Tang Bo looked at him without any hesitation or confidence, but the meaning behind it was pure genuinity. His bravery didn’t come from a selfish motive, nor to enforce his own vendetta onto him, but because he solely wants Chung Myung to rely on him, and realise that he is capable of finding solutions that Chung Myung can’t make on his own.
Chung Myung looked back at him with uncertainty. He heard Tang Bo’s words, and wanted to say something, but he didn’t have the privilege to be stingy. If there was anyone who he trusted, who he wanted right now, it was him.
“Fine.” He couldn’t really find ways to annoyingly yap at him. Not when he said such a heroic speech.
He huffed out. “Come here. Get the job done. Whilst I'm open already.”
“With pleasure.” Tang Bo’s arousal peaked at Chung Myung’s physical and verbal assurance. Really and truly, Chung Myung’s body was so seductive that he thought his dick was going to explode inside his pants, but now that he had finally laid out the greenlight, he could go all out with his sexual desire.
He walked towards Chung Myung with lust written all over his face. The tentacle monster tried to stop Tang Bo with its free arms and poison, but Tang Bo repelled it and remained immune to its ploys.
“∑(ﾟДﾟ)！！！”
Finally reaching his destination, Tang Bo propped his knees on the throne, grabbed Chung Myung’s ankle, and lowered his suspended body from the air to his level. He laid Chung Myung’s pelvis on his lap with his legs enclosed around him, and his ass just about touching his groin.
“Is there enough space for one more?”
“You're lucky you got here just about on time. I’m not someone that gives people second chances. I run on a tight schedule, you know. And you’re a bit late on the upheaval.”
“Sorry, I can be a bit loose on time. My watch runs at a different rate. If it’s a quick and good one you want, I can give it to you. I’m a man of many talents, after all.”
“Since when have you gotten so greedy? You should be thanking me that I'm giving you my body. Usually, people have to work for it. Don’t you know about manners?”
“Oh I'll be thanking you alright. I could shout about it until the neighbours know my name. I would never bite the hand that feeds me. I’ll show my gratitude to you when I make you feel better than you’ve felt before.”
“Cheeky little bastard. Do you think you’re good enough for that?” He smirked, feeling sexed up by Tang Bo’s teasing.
“If it’s for you, I could be the best man you’ve ever seen.”
“I’d like to be a witness to that.”
Leaning his face, they merged their lips together softly. Chung Myung hummed in Tang Bo’s mouth with a sultry tone, their intimacy sending him through the roof. Despite being subjected to sexual torture, his body reacted strongly to Tang Bo’s hands. Feeling his large hands handle him with care, his dainty fingers massaging the sore areas on his body, there were butterflies in his stomach. He felt hot inside.
Chung Myung’s lips were plump, and soft, mainly swollen from the suckers when injecting him with aphrodisiacs. Tang Bo found them nice to touch, and they glistened beautifully in the light. He felt lucky being able to seize them as he used to fantasise about them as a treasure of his own.
Having his arms around Tang Bo’s neck, he pushed Tang Bo’s face closer to his, their tongues moving sensually, and their breaths overlapping with each other. Tang Bo’s tongue was black and made his tongue feel numb, but he liked the tingly sensation that balanced out the texture in his tongue, which was more moist and soft. Already aroused, both of them were breathless, huffing and puffing, their bodies were desperate for each other.
The monster twitched seeing both of them hump against each other like wild animals. Noticing that Chung Myung was letting himself be swayed by Tang Bo’s momentum, it retaliated by sneaking itself in between their closed engagement. Whilst Chung Myung was kissing Tang Bo, it kissed his ear, and played with his nipples. Flinching, he took his mouth away from Tang Bo, whining while his head leaned backwards.
Seeing his neck so vulnerable, Tang Bo nibbled and kissed his skin until it was marked by his teeth and lips. Tasting him felt like a dream, Tang Bo hummed as his eyelashes fluttered with joy.
“Hyung-nim, you look so beautiful. I never thought you could get any prettier — you don’t know how much this means to me. You drive me crazy. I wish I could look at you like this forever.”
Nurturing his head, Chung Myung held Tang Bo in his arms. “Is you saying how much you love me all you can do?”
“Yes. It’s the one I'm very good at.” He kissed down his body, smooching from his collarbone all the way down to his abs.
“I love all of it. Even here.” Snuggling himself in between Chung Myung’s thighs, he kissed the tip, and poked his finger at his hole.
His breath hitched, his thighs hugging Tang Bo’s head as Tang Bo continued to lick at the tip of his dick, lightly fingering Chung Myung’s ass. The monster only slightly collaborated by sealing Chung Myung’s arms and lightly massaging his face.
Tang Bo continued to move his head down with ease on his dick, inserting his finger even deeper. As Chung Myung groaned, the monster continued to lick his ear, caress his neck, and thumb at his waist. It was as if it was saying ‘look at me instead.’ Covering his eyes with its arm, it wanted him to focus on their actions to see who pleased him better.
The moment Tang Bo reached all the way down to the bottom, he rushed back up to admire the mess he made out of him. Stroking his dick after it was lathered in saliva and lotion, he scrutinised Chung Myung’s expressions with adoration.
“Does it feel good? Do you like it here? Tell me, Hyung-nim. I want to know all of it.”
“Fuck— Do you need me to spit out of my mouth?”
“I don’t know, Hyung-nim. My mind only knows what’s best for you. Let me do whatever it is you like. I’m only here to give you pleasure.” Tang Bo inserted another finger up Chung Myung’s ass, curling them at his prostate, opening him up.
“You’re taking it so well.” His face was plastered with a large blush and entranced eyes.
“You’re sucking in my fingers just fine. Just a little bit more. I’ll be able to make it “quick and good” for you soon enough.”
“Will you shut up- Ah!”
“Here?”
“Yeah. Keep on hitting it there. Yeah, right there, Bo-ya.” His torso curled up upon Tang Bo’s hands getting faster. “Just— Oh..Fuck…! You’re doing it so hard…. There!” Keeping the pressure of his fingers whilst hitting his sweet spot, he was losing his mind in the best way possible. He whimpered, his ass lubing up his fingers. He never thought his ass could be used as a form of pleasure until now. His legs on top of Tang Bo’s shoulders, Tang Bo smiled benevolently with half lidded eyes as he worked his fingers.
But they say all good things come to an end.
Sliding his fingers out, Chung Myung whimpered at the void in between his legs.
“Your expressions are so predictable. I wonder how you can be so stoic with other people.”
“Have you just been nosey at what I do? Or are you pulling shit out of your ass?”
“Hyung-nim, it’s good when you avidly tell a person how you feel. I feel happy knowing I can see this side of you. You look really pretty everytime your cheeks turn red. And you have a habit of furrowing your brows. There’s so many cute things about yourself that you don’t even know.” He traced his fingers on his tattoo, eliciting another soulful cry from his Hyung-nim.
“I would’ve loved to see you cum from my fingers, but we don’t have enough time for that. It looks like the demon is getting aggressive from me taking up most of its time. And your attention in fact. The next part might be a little bit painful. Just bear with me.”
Unbuckling his pants, his dick finally being released from its shackles. Unlike his black fingertips being constantly cold, his dick was veiny and hot, and ached from holding himself back. He kissed and kneaded Chung Myung’s thighs whilst the tip poked at his hole. Feeling the warmth of it between his legs, Chung Myung winced, but Tang Bo could immediately sense his concern, and gazed back at him.
“Remember to breathe, Hyung-nim. I’ll make it good. Just hold my back, and tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop if you need to.” Tang Bo leaned back down to hug Chung Myung. Feeling Tang Bo bombard his face with kisses like a clingy lover, Chung Myung wrapped his arms around him, and blushed, hiding his face in his hair.
“Do your worst. You said I was a powerhouse, remember? I’ll take your word for it.”
“Yes—“
However, before Tang Bo could put his dick inside, the monster latched onto him.
“Krrk-!” It enveloped him, specifically, one area that was crucial. Gripping it enough for it to be uncomfortable, its tentacle curled around his dick. Their lovely session came to an end after the demon proceeded to interrupt them.
It was trapping him from cumming. It might not be hurtful to some, but given the fact that he ingested copious amounts of aphrodisiacs to the point of lightheadedness, this affected him in more ways than one. If it wanted to impregnate Chung Myung, it wasn’t going to play nice. It was going to make sure Tang Bo had a rough time. Especially if he would ejaculate inside, it was going to use every dirty trick in the book.
Looming its tentacle at Chung Myung’s ass, Tang Bo knew very well the implications behind it. If he removed the tentacle, it would enter and finish inside. If he even tried to fight back, it would block him with all of its tentacles in that small second, and then he wouldn’t be fast enough to stop it. It has cornered all of Tang Bo’s options into a crude game of speed. Quite literally, who could finish faster inside Chung Myung.
Tang Bo laughed at the insanity of it.
“Sorry, Hyung-nim. It seems that we need a quick change of plans.” The grapple on his legs felt different. Chung Myung’s body was pulled even closer, and he saw Tang Bo have an almost feral look behind that smile.
“You can beat me up after this, okay? I’ll take whatever punishment you come up with.” What was he plotting? Tang Bo wasn’t like himself. He tried shouting, but the monster momentarily shoved its tentacle inside his mouth. Sealing the air in his throat, he couldn’t scream, but could only control his breathing.
His dick poked him. It was a moment of peace, but short lived. Tang Bo stopped, then immediately rammed inside.
With his stomach being filled, he clenched his fist, and gagged, but it didn’t make much difference. Tang Bo’s face was fully gone as if the aphrodisiacs had taken over. Chung Myung saying anything wouldn’t bring him back to the light unless he punches him sober. But he was just as messed up in the head as he was. His body was weakened too much to yield a packing punch.
Tang Bo pulled back and fucked him like no tomorrow. His eyes rolled back. With Tang Bo’s pelvis slamming into him, his prostate was constantly being violated. He was so gentle beforehand, cooing him with sweet words. It was scary how much he changed in such a short period of time. His dick wasn’t just fucking him to service him anymore, it became a barbaric race for them to release inside.
Putting all of his weight into each thrust, Tang Bo grunted and closed his eyes. His face was sweaty, while he moaned as if he couldn’t control himself. A blush painted his cheeks as his lower half moved like that of an animal, and his eyes shook heavily.
The tentacle monster proceeded to slide a smaller arm inside Chung Myung’s ass. Feeling both of them fuck him senseless, he could only moan in response. With the tentacle bulging, it was preparing to plant its eggs. Tang Bo probably knew that, and that’s why he was rushing.
Overpowered by Tang Bo, Chung Myung scratched Tang Bo’s back and gripped his arms. His hair being unravelled, his face soaked, he wasn’t thinking straight. Pulling Tang Bo’s body forward, he forced Tang Bo’s face to be a hair's width apart with his. Riveting his eyes upon him, studying him whilst they both lost themselves.
“Hyung-nim, I love you. I love you, Hyung-nim. Oh god— I love you. This is the best thing I've ever felt. I love you so much.” He continued. “Hold me so that I can never let go. Please— I don’t want to let you go. You’re everything I've wanted.”
“Tang Bo…!”
“Yes—“ Chung Myung kissed him again. Biting Tang Bo’s lips, he forced him to open his mouth and to sloppily push his tongue inside. They kissed in the midst of their lovemaking, their copulation, moaning in each other’s mouths as the monster covered them from the world.
Tang Bo felt his body convulse. He was nearing his orgasm. Chung Myung’s body was ready to receive him, but the monster wanted one final shot. Speeding up, the tentacle inside widened, the eggs of its potential offspring being released. As the eggs of the monster pushed inside, Tang Bo came just about in time.
His cum shot inside, reaching all the way to his womb. Chung Myung hissed at the tingly sensation. It was hot and prickly, making his insides feel warm and relaxed. The throbbing was probably due to this bastard, once again, being a walking druglord. God, he even makes having sex with him to be a pain.
But what could he do? This bastard was shedding a utopian grin, laying on top of him like he was having an absolute field day.
His voice was hoarse. “…Bo-ya.”
“Hmm…..”
“…..Tang Bo…”
“Yeah?”
“…Your dick is still inside my ass…”
“Yeah.”
“…………”
“….”
“GET UP YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Chung Myung kicked him off.
“Ow-!” He tumbled down the debris.
“How can you just kick me? What if I pulled out really badly-?”
“Good! You don’t need that thing anymore!” Pulling the red cloak around him, he hid his naked body. He looked stunning in red silk, like those high class people in a feet-long gown.
But he looked better in nothing.
Tang Bo cried quietly. “No…. My wonderful view…”
“Go.”
“But my stomach hurts really bad after you kicked me….”
“So your stomach hurts? Is that what you’re worried about!? When we get out of this place, I'll kill you! LOOK!”
Seeing Chung Myung point ahead of his shoulder, he turned around.
Tiptoe.
The monster was trying to escape.
“Fucking kill it, you useless piece of shit!”
“Oh yeah! Right!”
“NOT NAKED-! PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!”
“Oh! Yeah! Also that!” Tang Bo scurried for his robe. Flashing it over his body, he looked about ready for action. Except, the robe didn’t have a tie. It didn’t hide the most important part.
The monster was irked by this.
“Fwoh….” Tang Bo pulled out his daggers.
“ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘”
“C’mere… you slimy bastard!” Leaping into the air, Tang Bo pounced onto the creature.
Chung Myung sat there like a nestled mother, watching his best friend battle to death with a giant tentacle monster. Both of them knocked each other around the room, it looked like a game of ping pong.
His eyes were puffy, and he really wanted something sweet. Wait. His best friend… was it his best friend…? His best friend aka “his now deemed to be husband” aka “the father to his kids”.
‘The father to my children….’ Wait. He didn’t fully grasp the fact that he was going to be a father. Does that mean he’ll give birth after 9 months? But where does the baby go? But if this child is a demon too… would it be any different…?
‘Let’s not think too much about this.’ He barely knows how men and women have babies. His sahyung used to just tell him that they would hold hands and a baby would form. To him, men and men having babies is like asking cows to speak human. It’s simply not possible for him to grasp.
“Huff…. huff…..” After hours of them fighting, Tang Bo was barely standing up. With poison all over his body, and covered in blue blood, he reigned triumphant.
“Hyung-nim…. huff…. I won….”
“….”
“I defeated it… just like you asked…..”
“So, do you want a medal?”
“Hyung-nim…! I literally killed it, and now you have nothing to say to me….”
“Killing it should’ve been the bare minimum. If I was in tiptop shape, I could’ve easily wiped out that bastard.”
“Argh, whatever….” Wiping the blood from his face, his robe was completely drenched, and he had to scrap the garment entirely. Oh, but at least he found his pants again. Fucking bastard. He should’ve gotten his pants ages ago.
Tang Bo saw Chung Myung still sitting down on the throne. “So you don’t want me to carry you?”
“Brat! I can walk on my own!” Shooting up, Chung Myung stood on his legs.
“See? My legs work just fine!” Impressive actually. He attempted to walk down the rubble as fast as he could.
Drip.
Something warm.
Drip.
The cum from his ass slid down his leg.
“Hm……” Tang Bo stared at him.
“……”
“So, you’re going to walk out of this place with cum running down your leg?”
“No!”
“No?”
“I just need to wipe it….”
“Hyung-nim, if you soil your red gown, you’ll have nothing else to wear. You’ll be naked. I don’t think you’re bold enough to walk outside with your ass hanging out for everyone to see, and I’d have to be a one man army to wipe out every perverted bastard and somehow shield you with my now half-naked appearance. You can’t “walk” out of this one.” Hahaha, what a funny joke.
‘As if you can make funny jokes at a time like this!’
“…...Hey.”
“….”
“No funny business, alright?”
“Yeah yeah. C’mere.” Tang Bo closed his eyes and gestured his arms out. As if closing his eyes made a difference, he’s already seen everything. That was probably what Tang Bo was teasing at anyways for Chung Myung to be so awkward after that entire conundrum.
Regardless, he carried Chung Myung up to his arms. The gown was long, nearly touching the floor despite him being held up to his chest. It was fine though, he felt warm in his embrace.
His head leaning onto his chest, Tang Bo proceeded to walk. The gown didn’t cover his entire body, promiscuous areas kept peeking out, but Chung Myung was oblivious to that fact. In the corner of Tang Bo’s eye, where Chung Myung’s chest was, he noticed his breasts leaking a white substance.
With the most hard and serious face possible. “Hey….” Tang Bo asked,
“…?”
“So… Do you…”
“Say it.”
“Your chest.” Leaning down, he noticed his pecs dripping with milk.
“Yeah? What about them?”
“Can I….”
“Keep walking.”
“Alright……..”