Can You Handle It?
—Glurk~ Glurk~ Slurrrp—Schlurp—Schlurp— It was a whole different level of excitement seeing exactly how my cock was being stimulated, just like those X-ray tags from mangas. And the fact that it wasn't some ordinary hole but a breast pussy clamping down on me only ramped up the arousal even more.
Squish—Squish— Slami must have noticed how much I liked the tightness at the entrance of her nipple pussy, because she formed a ring-like shape inside with her tentacles.
"Hngh, this grip is pretty...!" Even though it was made of that soft, squishy material, the relatively thick and sturdy tentacles created a ring just wide enough for my cock to barely squeeze through. The squeeze was intense. And every time I pushed past the tentacle ring, the carbonated lube bubbled and popped—pop-pop-pop—adding that extra stimulation where it was needed.
The ring's grip, the soft but relentless teasing from the fine tentacle nubs, and the fizzy pops from the carbonated lube. Slami was handling everything on her own, using every feature to pleasure my cock without me even lifting a finger.
"This might actually be pretty good...?" An onahole that made me feel good without any effort on my part? Come to think of it, fully automatic onaholes were always pricier than the standard ones. Suddenly, Slami didn't seem so cheeky anymore—she came across as a devoted little thing, proactively milking me so her master wouldn't have to work for it.
—Glurrrk! Glurk~ With a face that vaguely resembled Jeong-hwa's, Slami slurped away at my cock with her breast pussy, which was bigger than her own body. It wasn't the mind-melting, explosive pleasure that could drive you insane, but a gentle, soothing bliss that meticulously teased every tiny sensation a cock could feel—subtle yet never boring. I just plopped down onto the floor to enjoy it.
Slami, who'd been precariously clinging to my lower body for some tit-fucking, settled between my thighs once her body hit the ground and started moving her breast pussy even more vigorously.
"Mmm~ Ooh..."
—Glurrrk! Glurrrk! Now at Stage 2, her improved tentacle control let her manipulate the nubs of varying thicknesses inside the breast pussy, each wriggling in different directions to tease my cock. Sometimes the smooth ones would coil around and squeeze it tight, other times they'd cluster together like a changeup pitch, their tips rubbing against me in a frenzy.
It felt like countless lips and bumpy vaginal walls from a squishy pussy were taking turns sucking me off, and bit by bit, my orgasm built up.
—Glurk! Glurk! Sensitive to the flow of fluids, Slami sensed it too and did her tiny best, rocking her breast pussy back and forth to stimulate me. She'd tease the ridge under my glans with a pair of ultrafine tentacle nubs, or line up multiple rings to amp up the tightness. But the material was just too soft overall—something was still missing to push me over the edge into full climax. For that, I needed stronger stimulation.
—Glurrrk...! Slami's intent brimmed with dissatisfaction. Why won't you let me use everything I can?
Han Yeoul had been thinking the exact same thing. If the stimulation wasn't enough, just make the cock receiving it more sensitive.
"Slami, you can use the aphrodisiac again."
—Glurk! With permission granted, Slami unleashed her [Aphrodisiac Creation] skill freely once more, coating her tentacles inside the breast pussy with thick, sticky aphrodisiac. Every time those aphrodisiac-laced nubs brushed my cock, my sensitivity spiked. At some point, her once-tepid tentacle pussy started feeling warm—even hot.
In reality, it was the aphrodisiac-heightened nerves on my cock interpreting the heat from all the friction and my own body temp as toasty warmth. Suddenly, that soft, comfy breast pussy transformed into a steamy tentacle hot spring, thousands of nubs devouring my cock.
"This is just F-rank aphrodisiac...? Ah, ngh...!" Unlike before, my arousal was already built up, so the sensitivity boost made the tentacle pussy's teasing overwhelmingly intense. All my nerves zeroed in on my cock, where it felt like thousands of warm nubs were wrapping around it, demanding my cum.
—Glurrrk! Schlurp—Schlurp! Schlurp—Schlurrrp! Squelch—Squelch—Squelch—Squelch—!
"Kh, hngh...!" The varied assaults from the tentacle nubs, the cozy heat, and the paradoxical cool fizz of the carbonation amid it all—my orgasm surged toward the brink. The final missing piece was overfilled; I could feel my balls pulsing, churning out more cum. The load already produced had risen to the tip of my urethra.
The pent-up tension hit critical mass and exploded before I could even register it.
"Ngh, ugh!? Kh!!"
Spurt—Spuuurt— Incredibly, it just started without warning. Instead of forceful shots, cum poured out steadily like a faucet left running. The seamless, endless pleasure of that continuous ejaculation built and built the longer it went on, unlike the usual stop-start rhythm.
"Hkk, haa...!"
—Squish! Glurrrrk~! Slami gleefully absorbed the massive flood of cum pouring into her breast, greedily devouring it. This human's meat rod produced the most delicious white liquid. It tasted better each time, filling her with satisfaction and a strange new sensation. Too faint to pinpoint yet, but not bad—more like the pleasant warmth of sunbathing.
Spuuuurt~ —Glurk, glurk... No need to coax it; the cum kept flowing endlessly. Far more than last time, it started pooling inside her breast pussy faster than she could absorb it. Her pale blue tits gradually turned creamy white from the inside out.
Already swollen from my cock's girth, they ballooned even more with the cum, looking for all the world like a milk cow's udders. The thick white loads sloshed inside like actual milk. Not that I'd ever consider drinking it.
—Glurrrk... Glurk... Overwhelmed by the sheer volume for the first time, Slami felt bloated—instinctively knowing her current form couldn't handle it all. Her strength was fading. Still, she figured she could take it slow after, so she waited patiently for the flow to end. But suddenly, Han Yeoul grabbed her breast pussy hard.
The sudden external pressure made the tentacle nubs inside twitch and writhe in surprise.
"Can't just slack off on your own!"
With my cock still buried and ejaculating inside, he slowly worked the gripped breast pussy up and down.
"Hnnngh, haa..."
Soaked in aphrodisiac, mid-orgasm, and hypersensitive, even the slowest strokes sent crystal-clear jolts through me—shivers racing up my spine to explode in my brain.
Spuuuurt~ Spurt—Splurt—Spurt—
In the end, Slami couldn't resist at all, surrendering control of her own breast pussy until my climax finally tapered off.
"Hoo, haa... I win. Heh, this little one."
...Glurk.
Like when you'd stuffed yourself so full you could barely breathe, Slami was exactly that—her tits, now over half her body weight, completely filled and creamy white. Too drained to even send intent, she limply dangled finger-like tentacles, leaning her breast against my cock.
Like Stage 1, she'd taken the lead in extracting my cum, but unlike then, now she was utterly overwhelmed by my stamina, pinned in place.
If she could only feel pleasure through feeding on cum, then just stuff her until she couldn't handle more. Savoring that odd victory, my orgasm winding down, I moved to pull out and let her absorb it easier. But suddenly, someone grabbed both Slami's breast and my cock at once.
"Maaaster~?"
A cute pale green hand crushed into Slami's breast. Staring at its owner, I couldn't hide my shock.
"Brina? Your hand...?"
"Master~? What's going on here?"
Brina's Stage 4 growth had quietly completed. Cleaner than when I'd first seen her in the dungeon—no scar, limbs fully restored—she smiled as she asked. But why did that smile not feel like a smile at all?
Squish— With my cock trapped inside like a hostage, her grip tightened as she grinned, and cold sweat trickled down my back.