BC | Chapter 1.2

As the tentacle slid smoothly over his glistening glans, it began to enter the urethra, trying to ejaculate. Shocked, William couldn’t regain his senses. Pain and pleasure surged forward, making him thrash about.

“Damn, what is this, ugh, stop it!”

His legs trembled involuntarily, and as the tentacle pierced deeply, poking at his weak spots, the man couldn’t release anything from his blocked urethra and drooled while gasping. His eyes twitched and half-closed as if they were rolling back.

His front couldn’t resist the lewdness and tried to ejaculate again, but the blocked hole pushed inward, hitting his prostate. William’s waist shook wildly, and he released fluids from his rear.

He had no strength to resist. Having already been swept away by the sea once, his body was limp from shock, and now being assaulted by some monster, it was impossible to regain his senses.

Despite being once blown open by the massive tentacle, the hole began to pucker like swollen lips, oozing fluids. It was clear he was born with a lewd nature.

The tentacle, having judged this, prepared to enter the man again. Mistaking it for a brief respite, William tilted his head back, tears and saliva flowing as he shook his head, trying desperately to hold onto his sanity in this worst-case scenario.

However, the real ordeal hadn’t even begun.

The tentacle, soaked and piercing the hole with a loud squelch, began to wriggle wildly, far more roughly than before. William’s plump buttocks quivered as the massive tentacle struck not just the climax but even his bladder, bringing an urgent need to urinate.

The sensation was vivid, similar to the moment before ejaculation.

But William couldn’t release anything. The pleasure, piled to its limit, crossed the threshold, bringing a massive shock.

His muscles from thighs to calves tightened, and the back of his head hit the ground. His chest muscles stiffened, and his mind went blank as if he had climaxed several times.

His legs, humiliatingly spread, were mercilessly crushed without a moment to return to normal.

“Ugh, ah, no! I want to cum, ugh, ugh!”

William shouted, wanting to release, as goosebumps rose from his back to his head, spreading a dull pain.

The penetrating tentacle moved quickly, grinding the inside, then stuck to the inner wall with suckers, making a sucking sound.

The rear, smeared with mucus, quickly swelled, and the stimulation from the bulging flesh made William emit strange sounds.

Tears and snot flowed uncontrollably. Unable to swallow saliva, the fluid spewed by the tentacle filled his gaping mouth. The man inhaled, choking on the mucus, and shook his head.

At that moment, one of the tentacles wrapped around William’s body moved and attached to his chest. Distracted by the endless debauchery in his rear, he turned his gaze to the sudden pain with a dumbfounded expression.

Something sharp emerged from the tentacle’s end and began to burrow into the man’s nipple.

“…! Stop, ah, it hurts, ha, ugh, ugh! Hii!”

Like a needle, it penetrated deeply, injecting something into William’s body.

As a cold sensation spread in his chest, as if a drug had been injected, William struggled to shake it off. But he could only tremble, staring at his swollen belly, pressed hard by the tentacle inside.

As the tentacle slid and rubbed the nipple, surrounded by the round areola, the man screamed in shock.

His suddenly sensitive chest provided sharp pain and intense pleasure just from rubbing. The tentacles soon wrapped around William’s chest, squeezing his nipples with all their might.

“Ugh, ugh! Ah, ah… I feel like I’m going to cum again, please, let me cum! No, ah, ah!”

Once more, William’s body trembled as if struck by lightning.

As the semen reversed and gathered at his climax, his testicles filled painfully. His inner thighs convulsed, and fluid began to flow slowly between the tightly clenched hole.

It looked similar to leaking like a female’s privates. The leaking fluid emitted a pungent scent reminiscent of a female’s privates.

The man’s glutes tightened, biting hard on the tentacle-like organ that opened the internal path.

Despite the force as if to bite it off, the tentacle, rapidly thrusting upward, soon poured a white fluid like semen, filling the hole completely.

“Stop, gasp, it’s coming in… ugh, ugh, ugh…”

William’s abdomen rose and fell, his muscles prominently bulging. Though it was more noticeable how his lower abdomen swelled with the unknown fluid.

It was humiliating and embarrassing beyond words, but there was no time to care about such things.

William, who had been making crying sounds through his throat, felt a tingling pleasure in his veins and panted rapidly.

“Ahhh, ugh! Ah, hiiii!”

White liquid began to flow from his nipples. With a sweet and savory smell, William immediately realized what it was.

It was milk. Milk was coming from his body.

With a face pale with disbelief, he soon realized that the needle that had pierced his nipple was the cause.

As the maddening stimulation continued without end, William resisted with all his might.

Perhaps his struggle had some effect, as the tentacles loosened their grip and dropped William to the ground.

The man, who had hit his head on the cold cave floor, curled up and groaned for a moment before regaining his senses and crawling away from the water.

The viscous liquid flowed with a squelching sound between his buttocks, and his bronze-toned muscles moved appetizingly.

Exposing the pierced flesh repeatedly as if to tempt, the glistening red mucous membrane was so enticing that anyone would be interested upon seeing it.

William’s arm gave out as he crawled. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the tentacles and dragged back to the water.

He tried to kick the tentacle, but it was futile, and soon he was plunged into the cold water. Unable to breathe properly, William, who was only bubbling, soon saw the true form of the monster that had taken him.

It was a Kraken, as large as a ship. Its jet-black body was inscribed with golden rune script, and its numerous tentacles wriggled as it looked at William with eyes that seemed intelligent, like a human’s. It was impossible to guess how long it had lived in the sea. William tried to swim upward but was caught by the tentacles and dragged down.

At the same time, a tentacle as large as William’s body wrapped around his lower half, sucking with a loud squelch, and he couldn’t help but ejaculate.

Shivering and struggling in the cold water, William, who had accidentally lost his breath, soon fainted.

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When William finally woke up, he found himself back on the cave floor. Unsure if he had been dreaming, he tried to move, only to look down at his clothes in shock. At the same time, he witnessed something unbelievable.

Milk was flowing from his chest, and between his legs, something was dripping down.

The first thing William did was take off his clothes. Knowing well how seawater could steal a person’s body heat, he spread his clothes on the ground, praying they would dry.

He had long since discarded his tattered underwear. Instinctively, he knew there was no point in dressing up since he wouldn’t meet anyone in such a place.

Then, realizing all the trinkets he had hung on his belt were gone, he let out a brief cry of despair. He was more troubled by the loss of those expensive items than being trapped in this place.

How had he lost what he had painstakingly gathered and stolen?

Yes, William was a mercenary. But due to his kleptomania, which he foolishly couldn’t shake off since childhood, he was practically kicked out of the mercenary group and ended up working as a sailor on a trading ship. The trinkets he had hung on his waist were expensive items he had risked his life to steal from the mercenary group.

If he had known he would end up like this, he would never have boarded a ship again.

Eventually, he began to walk slowly, examining the winding cave. His shoes were nowhere to be seen, likely lost when he fell into the sea, so he walked barefoot. The cave floor was quite rough, making his feet hurt, but thanks to his calloused soles, he could walk without getting injured.

Walking with one hand on the cave wall, he looked around the dim interior. He wanted to stay away from the water, but wherever he went, streams from the sea kept appearing.

His body shivered. As he walked, he began to wonder when he could finally get out.

Moreover, it wasn’t just the cold hindering his exploration. The cursed fluid from his body was also a problem.

Something like semen kept flowing stickily down his thighs from the hole between his buttocks, forcing him to stop more than once.

Yet, going back into the sea to wash in this cold was foolish. At least the milk had stopped flowing, which was a relief.

“There are so many paths…”

William decided to take the left path first. The salty smell lingering in the cave was damp and eerie. It seemed like a naturally formed cave, making it impossible to know how deep it went.

The thought of possibly being trapped forever made him grimace, but he forced himself to walk on with hope.

Soon, however, he encountered an impassable path. Jagged and sharp stalactites protruded from the ground, threatening to turn his feet into a honeycomb if he continued.

William sighed, suddenly feeling hungry.

With no other options, he clutched his growling stomach and trudged back to where he had started.

“…?”

William was startled. It was because of the two raw fish lying on the cave floor. They were motionless, as if dead, but looked fresh as if just caught, with surprisingly few scales, making them easy to eat.

“Could it be that monster?”

Thinking it couldn’t be, William hurriedly started eating the fish. Without any tools to remove the scales, he tore into the flesh and chewed it raw.

It had an unexpected sweetness and was quite tasty. Moreover, the fish was so tender that he could chew through the bones, making it convenient to eat without having to pick them out.

After finishing his meal, drowsiness overcame him, and he lay down again. He thought it would have been nice to have a sword, then noticed a stone in the corner. He began to grind it against the floor.

Soon, with the sharp stone weapon he had made, William scratched a line on the wall.

Hoping to survive and escape this place. But William didn’t know. He would have to scratch countless more lines in the future.