“I put underwear in that drawer. I’m going to make a phone call and come back.”
He received the clothes from him. The folded parts were in a form no different than if cut with a knife, and they had an abnormally good smell. Icanoth first pulled the round-neck T-shirt over his head and then walked to the drawer. Inside were neatly arranged items similar to the drawers he had worn or received from him when spending nights at his mansion before. After hesitating, he took out the closest one, put it on, and then put his feet into the pants.
Finally, after getting fully dressed, my appearance was… extremely ordinary, yet strangely difficult to keep from laughing at. Perhaps it was because I felt like I was wearing Andrea’s shell, or a part of him. Unconsciously standing in front of the mirror, scanning myself up and down, my gaze suddenly stopped.
“…?”
It was precisely at the part where my nipples were. Why were there such stains here? I had only just put on the shirt, and I hadn’t spilled any drinks or gotten water on myself. Moreover, it wasn’t even a prominently visible area, so why was there such a… I felt uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was because I recalled how my nipples had been swollen and wet each time they came out of Andrea’s mouth. I pursed my lips and looked inside my clothes.
“Huh?”
Something was strange. I thought maybe some white lint was stuck there, but the nipple area was sticky. Suspecting the worst, I touched it and found some moisture came off. Dumbfounded by this incomprehensible situation, Icanoth didn’t even notice that Andrea, who had just finished a phone call, had already entered the room and approached.
“What are you doing?”
“Th-that—”
“Were you doing it by yourself?”
When I lifted my head and took my eyes off my clothes, there was Andrea’s face, curious about this situation yet enjoying it.
“Come here. Or should I come to you?”
I retreated hesitantly until my body touched the wall. Andrea sighed pretentiously and reached out his hand. As I desperately tilted my body sideways to avoid his touch, his large hand caught me at just the right moment and held me upright.
“It’s nothing…!”
“Well, I think I need to see for myself.”
Though he asked if I had been doing it alone, he didn’t think Icanoth had been masturbating during his brief absence. He hadn’t made me that lewd yet.
He was just curious if there might be something wrong with my body. He wondered if some severe wound had appeared on my chest in that short time. That’s why he wanted to check. Getting so close, there were things naturally visible to Andrea’s eyes. His blue eyes toward his counterpart narrowed. With a questioning expression, he embraced Icanoth from behind and examined his body. Andrea was too perceptive to simply dismiss this as insignificant.
“Icanoth, this is.”
A smile played on his face. Though I hadn’t seen it, I was terrified upon realizing that Andrea had noticed, and tried to escape, only to be caught by his forceful grip. Pulled back, my chest was surrendered to his hands.
“Don’t do this, don’t, let go, augh!”
Disregarding my struggles, Andrea’s hand slid through my armpit. His fingers sticking to my chest were like a spider web. They adhered tightly and then gripped the flesh as if scraping it together with his fingertips.
Indeed, my chest was wet. Not severely wet, but as if it had been wiped once with a damp towel. Just about that much.
“What could this be? The wetness from when I sucked couldn’t possibly remain until now.”
Whispering with a voice tinged with amusement, Andrea began moving his hand in earnest. His fingertips, approaching the nipple, pressed it gently first. When my startled chest lifted upward, he caught it deftly. The round, firm nipple rolled between two fingers before being gripped tightly enough to deform its shape.
“Huah, ah, ungh, I hate this… let go, ah… uuungh…”
Icanoth’s resistance was fierce. He kept hitting Andrea, almost striking with his hands and kicking with his feet, but Andrea remained unfazed. But when something from the nipple that felt a piercing pleasure, something that had been pooled inside, was shot up beyond its limit, white fluid formed and flowed down. Though not in large quantity, the fluid that flowed down as Andrea squeezed was clearly breast milk.
“Ha—”
Even after seeing it with his eyes, he tried to deny it, but reality wouldn’t allow it. This time, a slightly thicker drop formed and immediately fell.
“This can’t be, no way.”
Even taking drugs, the fact that a heat cycle came means not being pregnant. Nevertheless, seeing the breast milk flowing down once more before his eyes, Icanoth couldn’t make a rational judgment. Though he knew it was impossible to get pregnant so quickly, it felt as if the multiple knottings Andrea had done inside him last night had taken root in his abdomen.
“Ah… ah…”
Andrea traced up with his fingertip the breast milk that was about to fall down the chest. However, the droplet that had formed there couldn’t hang for long and slid down, and Icanoth realized his body was going limp beyond his own will. Like a machine with its power turned off, all the strength in his body disappeared at once.
“Icanoth?”
The soles of his feet slid forward on the floor. As he lost consciousness, his eyelids closed and his vision darkened.
Andrea easily caught the body that fell into his arms, checked his breathing and temperature. There was no need to panic. Though he had lost consciousness unable to bear the shock, the situation itself wasn’t serious. Andrea’s task was to lay Icanoth on the bed, call a doctor to come over, and ask about what was happening in this state.
While straightening and brushing back the disheveled hair, Andrea pressed his lips to the smooth forehead.
“It’s okay. Nothing will happen.”
6: Andrea. Tentacles. Milking
It was a dream.
Definitely a dream, but despite realizing this, it was a dream I couldn’t control at will. Since life began to be controlled by Andrea, Icanoth wasn’t free even in his dreams. He was always tied up and controlled somewhere, or being chased by someone.
This dream was the latter. Icanoth ran down a path where nothing could be seen, panting heavily. He was running away from something unknown. There was no visible escape route, and he didn’t know where to go. After running for a while, his ankle was caught.
‘…!’
All attempts to shake it off were futile. Without even being able to scream a single cry, he was dragged across the floor, his body scraping against it. Naturally, he asked for help from those around him. But despite screaming and begging for help, no one looked back or rescued him. Because the one who had caught his ankle was Andrea Carp.
His power remained even in dreams.
‘Screaming will only make your throat sore. No one helping you when you scream… isn’t it time you understood this?’
Even if someone did look back, after seeing Andrea’s face, they treated him with a smiling face and then turned away. Only his desperate screams echoed, and then he fell onto a white bed. This time too, the bed was endlessly wide. No, it was a bed whose end couldn’t be seen. The sight of the white sheet spread out like an ocean terrified him, but only for a brief moment. Andrea pulled at the pants Icanoth was wearing.
‘Ah…!’
From below, and from above. Hands gripping the collar and the bottom hem tore the shirt apart, ripping it from his body. Of course, it was Andrea there too. Two above his head. One between his legs. One on the right. The four Andreas, all with gentle faces smiling, tore off his clothes.
‘I could cherish you more.’
Finally, after becoming naked, the Andrea above his head put his hands between his armpits. Both arms were grabbed by him and bent outward. The body that became immobilized in an instant was toyed with by Andrea, by the Andreas.
‘Hii… ugh, ugh… ah, ah, no… huak!’
Two lips hung over his chest, and Andrea’s head also came between his legs. When lips touched his nipples and licked them up greedily and bit them, the lower part quickly became red and hardened with erection. They rejoiced at the change in Icanoth’s body and pressed their lips, sucking deeply. On one side, taking it completely into the mouth, on the other side, nibbling gently. He couldn’t hold back his cries at the stimulation transmitted in different ways from each.
‘Ahic, ah, aah, ungh…! Hic…’
‘Since the erect part is already being sucked, I should do somewhere else, right?’
‘Don’t, do… that, don’t… auu, wup. Huuu—’
‘I’ve been having a hard time ignoring it since you’ve been drooling earlier.’
His legs spread wide enough to look obscene. The buttocks between them were also spread hideously by Andrea’s hands, revealing the puckering hole. The persistent fingers that opened the hole trying to hide caressed every fold of the reddened wrinkles.
When a small amount of fluid was about to come out, he immediately protruded his pointed tongue. He poked it and rotated the tip of his tongue. As the tongue half-entered and exited repeatedly, Icanoth cried as if he was about to lose his breath. The Andrea above his head stroked his cheek as if pitying his sobbing face, and comforted the moaning lips.
‘You’re moving as if biting my tongue with your hole. I’m so fortunate that you like my tongue as much as my cock.’
It was as Andrea said. The hole greedily devoured the intrusion. It looked like it was drooling, saying it liked things coming inside.
‘It seems like you’re about to come just from having your hole licked? Until recently, that wasn’t enough for you. I’m reminded of your voice crying for my fingers to violate you, to poke you harshly.’
Andrea, who had bitten not just the hole but also its surroundings all at once, laughed playfully. Icanoth thought he was being eaten by him, more than just being sucked entirely below.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
