[Tentacle Attack × Bisexual Suffering]
Ying Yan was born with different eyes and was ostracized by his classmates since he was a child.
After he went to college, the uncle who raised him broke off the relationship with him, and his roommates also avoided him intentionally or unintentionally. It was not malicious, but it was definitely ill-intentioned.
So Ying Yan applied to live outside and share a room with others.
The roommate looked familiar. He was the Xia Cong on the campus wall who was said to keep snakes on the bed.
Ying Yan is afraid of snakes and will immediately close the door when entering or leaving a room.
But he would always feel the cold breath lingering stickyly on his chest, sides of his neck, hands and ankles at night.
The part-time job was a mixed bag. Ying Yan was given a drink and his body quickly started to burn.
Ying Yan ran away and ran into a familiar figure at the door of the bar. He hid behind him without even thinking. His eyes were pitiful: "Senior, help me."
When he woke up again, he was lying naked in the other person's arms, with something touching his legs.
Ying Yan started up, faced the other party's sleepy eyes, and tightened his grip on the corner of the quilt.
The secret he had hidden for eighteen years was discovered by an accident.
Xia Cong promised to keep his secret, but for some reason, he became more enthusiastic than ever.
Until Xia Cong pinned him down on the couch again, Ying Yan was horrified to see the tentacles waving in the air, controlled by Xia Cong, wrapped around his body.
"I broke your secret. In exchange, I will tell you a secret of mine."
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Xia Cong is the most successful experimental subject, with outstanding appearance and intelligence, and his physical age will always remain at twenty years old.
The only flaw is, he can't smell it.
When he first met Ying Yan, Xia Cong was attracted by the aroma that broke into his nose.
He would release his tentacles while the other party was sleeping, greedily sensing the fresh smell.
Until one day, his roommate knocked on his door, with his dried mucus still on his face, and he carefully complained to him: "Senior, your snake seems to have ran into my room, and it was still wrapped around my thigh last night..."
The culprit was stunned for a moment, then apologized politely and knowingly.
The tentacles hidden behind his back were swaying excitedly, as if reminding him of the wonderful touch last night.
It turned out that the soft and warm skin was the man's leg.
Small Theater
On the forum, a classmate who did not want to be named because his account was blocked had the last words:
The only way to be bisexual is to be with the tentacles. The tentacles can block all the vaginas. If you can't fit one, just plug in a few more. You can always eat it^^
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/Two "heterogeneous" two-way redemption
/1v1, year old, thick double arrows, poor body shape, guided attack, cute and cute
/Shou self-identifies as a male, does not have menstrual period, and does not know how to have babies
/2025.9.8
Concept: "Alien" is the unique color given to you by the world
