Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant! Chapter 3: Descent into Madness

For the first ti, Shen Xinghui thought that about what this thing was doing to him.

His mind began to lt, turning into a hazy, syrupy ss.

A tingling sensation, both numbing and sweetly electrifying, spread through him, leaving behind a bittersweet ache that only grew.

The thing invading his mouth shifted its movents, now intertwining with his tongue in a strangely deliberate way.

It stimulated the back of his teeth and the base of his tongue, making his body react involuntarily.

Sothing sweet and viscous dripped out like honey, and when he swallowed it, a sudden heat surged through his body, as if he had downed a strong shot of liquor.

Wait... could this be... poison?

The thought crossed his mind too late.

By then, his body was already tingling to the core and overwheld by an aching heat.

His front was swollen to the point of bursting, slick sounds of squelching filling the air.

He was leaking uncontrollably, dribbling out with every stroke of the tendrils coiling around him.

Even the invasion at his rear started to feel disturbingly good.

At so point, the thin, squid-like tendrils had thickened into sothing more akin to octopus arms, moving in and out of him with an unsettling rhythm.

His heart felt like it might give out.

The overwhelming sensation pushed him to the brink of collapse.

He couldn't understand what was happening anymore, only that he was desperate to co out.

As if it understood his unspoken plea, the tendrils working on his front beca more aggressive, stroking and teasing the sensitive tip rcilessly.

Just when he thought his body couldn't handle more, the thick tendrils inside him pressed firmly against an unidentifiable spot, sending a shockwave through him.

"Ahhhh!!"

Shen Xinghui's body arched violently as he finally erupted, releasing in a way he had never experienced before.

It didn't stop.

He couldn't stop.

He couldn't rember ever expelling so much in his entire life.

It went on until he felt utterly drained and collapsing into a state of limp exhaustion.

Sensing his weakness, the vines that had been restraining him began to loosen.

Slowly, they lowered his body to the ground.

Or at least, he thought so at first—he realized he was still suspended over two ters above the forest floor.

What kind of aerial performance was this?!

However, then Shen Xinghui saw sothing that left him utterly horrified.

The center of the Rafflesia split open, revealing sothing that defied logic.

From the middle of the flower erged a massive appendage, thick and long, about the size of a man's arm.

Its color was a sickly mix of yellow and green, grotesque and unnatural.

His mind montarily froze.

"No way..."

The tendril that was invading his mouth disappeared, finally freeing his voice.

For the first ti in what felt like an eternity, he managed to form words.

But it was too late.

He was falling, descending toward the grotesque appendage like so cruel, inevitable fate.

"This has to be a joke..."