Chapter 3: Descent into Madness
For the first time, Shen Xinghui thought that about what this thing was doing to him.
His mind began to melt, turning into a hazy, syrupy mess.
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 movements, 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.
Something 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 overwhelmed 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 some point, the thin, squid-like tendrils had thickened into something 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 come out.
As if it understood his unspoken plea, the tendrils working on his front became more aggressive, stroking and teasing the sensitive tip mercilessly.
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 remember 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 meters above the forest floor.
What kind of aerial performance was this?!
However, then Shen Xinghui saw something that left him utterly horrified.
The center of the Rafflesia split open, revealing something that defied logic.
From the middle of the flower emerged 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 momentarily froze.
"No way…"
The tendril that was invading his mouth disappeared, finally freeing his voice.
For the first time 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 some cruel, inevitable fate.
"This has to be a joke…"