Yan Yang's Mission (Novel English Translation)2

Watching Yan Yang's glazed eyes, taiga grinned in satisfaction, increasing the pace of his thrusts into the boy's mouth. "Rule 3: Only latex is the ultimate destination of the world. What we must do is execute Master's will, and welcome..." taiga's hips began rolling, the wet *slap* of cock against mouth growing more frantic, "...a dawn *saturated* with latex ohhhh~ I! I'm cumming!!" In an instant, Yan Yang's cheeks puffed out. A thin black trail leaked from the corner of his mouth just as he belatedly regained awareness. He tried to spit out the indescribable substance, but his mouth was stuffed too full. A strange force compelled him to swallow. *Gulp! Gulp!* The black liquid settled heavily in his gut. Only after he'd swallowed every drop did taiga reluctantly withdraw his cock, now glistening with the dark fluid. The gel beast released Yan Yang, who collapsed to his knees, gasping for air as he tried to expel what had entered him—but it was already absorbed, as if his body had claimed it. "You... you fucking..." Yan Yang lifted his head laboriously, watching as the latex suit on taiga began to squirm, enclosing his still-hard cock. Though it remained rigid, the latex cruelly constricted it to half its original size, a purple padlock symbol appearing to signal his ejaculation ability was now sealed. "Tch..." Yan Yang sneered at taiga. "You talk about pleasure—you're just a locked dog too!" To his surprise, taiga only grinned wider at the insult. "You're right. I *am* a locked dog. Master's locked dog. But Yan Yang... don't you want to feel good too? Latex has aphrodisiac effects." "Ghk!" Yan Yang looked down at his trembling cock, the mess of precum soaking his crotch confirming taiga's words. "Go on~ Try to cum." taiga took Yan Yang's hand, placing it on the boy's own cock and starting to stroke gently. "No... don't..." Yan Yang tried to resist, but his exhausted body had lost the will to fight. The tingling pleasure surged as his palm felt his own heat. "A~ ah I'm gonna! Gonna cum—" Just as pearly white fluid threatened to erupt, taiga abruptly grabbed his wrist, yanking his hand away. Yan Yang froze, the sudden emptiness feeling like a plunge into ice. "What... what..." "I forgot~" taiga grinned wickedly, fingers pinching Yan Yang's chin lightly. "You're going to be Master's latex slave—so cumming should be Master's decision, right?" "Do you think you can just do whatever you want!!" Yan Yang tried to bite taiga's fingers, but the other dodged easily. He glared furiously at the fallen young hero. "You think no one will come looking if I disappear?" "Of course. I'd love to capture all of you for Master, but even you're such a handful—too many would be more than I can handle." taiga turned away. "That's why I'm taking you somewhere new. Before that, my friend needs to 'package' you properly to prevent trouble." Another chill ran down Yan Yang's spine. He felt something shifting behind him but dared not look. His legs... still had strength. They hadn't bound him yet. Escape now—must escape. Who knew what fate awaited if captured! The thought and movement happened simultaneously. Though battered, Yan Yang's hero reflexes and stamina showed. He shoved taiga aside in an instant, sprinting toward the exit with all his might. But taiga made no move to chase, his eyes holding a "how boring if you don't resist" look. He glanced at the gel beast, which inserted both hands into its chest center, slowly pulling apart—its chest muscles parting like a jacket. After a dark object rolled out, what emerged was a writhing hell of latex tentacles! [Target exhibiting resistance. Capture difficulty: 0. Initiating capture.] A massive tentacle slithered out like a python scenting prey, lunging straight for the fleeing Yan Yang. Just... just ahead! The door loomed close. If he reached it, slamming it shut might buy two or three precious seconds—enough to break free, enough to— The next second, Yan Yang's vision plummeted to the ground as the door shrank in his sight. The latex tentacle had clamped his thigh, tripping him while yanking him back into the latex hell. "Ungh!!" In that split second of being dragged, Yan Yang glimpsed the object that had fallen earlier—it wasn't the gel beast's "innards" as he'd thought. It was a person! Completely encased in latex, features indistinguishable, limbs bound to their body like a mummy, with only a purplish glowing orifice. "Nggh... nggh..." But this figure showed no fear—instead, the moment it hit the ground, it began writhing like a maggot, rubbing its crotch against the floor, caring for nothing but pleasure. Witnessing that horrifying fate, Yan Yang froze. He thrashed wildly, arms flailing to grab anything, but it was useless. "Ungh!!"As Yan Yang was dragged within half a meter of the gel beast, smaller tentacles surged forward, engulfing his limbs. It felt like a second skin tightening, consuming—no matter how he thrashed, it was like a drop in the ocean, making no ripple. "Stop! Stop it, no!" He couldn't help but glance back at the gel beast's cavity. Inside loomed a massive, red latex dildo, twice the size of the previous one, menacingly "staring" at him. As if sensing prey, it oozed a thick black gel. "No!" Yan Yang shrieked. "That thing! That thing inside will kill me!!!" "Die?" taiga sneered. "Impossible. Our system's pretty good at keeping you alive. Don't worry, you won't die." Yan Yang couldn't hear a word. By now, countless tentacles had locked his limbs. Amid his screams, his ass was stretched to the maximum, the brutal dildo forcing its way in. Finally, as his rectal folds stretched open, his scream cut off, turning into pained gasps. *Squelch~ Squelch...* "Ah... ah..." His eyes bloodshot, tears streaming involuntarily. Along with the tearing pain, his limbs were gradually consumed by the gel beast's tentacles, disappearing into the writhing mass like he'd donned leather clothes and boots. "Pant... pant..." The grotesque dildo was fully "swallowed" by Yan Yang. The young hero panted heavily, pain rendering him speechless. "How's it feel?" taiga slapped his cheek. "Impressive! I passed out from the pain my first time with this size. You're still conscious—good, Master'll love you!" "G-get... fucked..." Yan Yang slurred. "I... I'll... get you..." "Still can't shut up. Guess I need to fix that physically," taiga grabbed the gel beast's face. Latex congealed and reshaped in his hand, forming a gas mask-like latex mask within seconds. Strange tubes connected the mask to the gel beast's body, and inside, where the mouth should be—another massive latex dildo! "Now!" taiga pinched Yan Yang's cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He slid the mask, dildo included, onto Yan Yang's face. "Ungh!!!" Yan Yang's vision was smothered by latex. He felt the mask melting, encasing his entire head. Tubes snaked into his ears and nostrils, pumping a strange substance into his body. "Ngghhh~!!" He struggled, but his strength waned. The rise and fall of his chest grew weaker. No... don't... this way... I'll be completely ruined... Must... resist... At last, his head lolled to the side, slipping fully into unconsciousness. Squelch~ Squelch~~ taiga pressed Yan Yang's head inward, the latex slowly swallowing it into darkness. Now, the young hero who'd just been fighting had nearly his entire body consumed by latex, leaving only his abdomen and chest outside the gel beast. Though Yan Yang was unconscious, the internal torment of the tentacles still wrenched occasional electric jolts from his body, his erect cock leaking uncontrollably. "Take him to the factory," taiga ordered the gel beast. "I'll go ahead to report—don't let anything go wrong." "Understood, Lord taiga, rest assured." The now-swollen gel beast stood at attention. taiga eyed the only exposed muscle on Yan Yang, unable to resist a squeeze. "Hehe, Master will be delighted."Scarcely had the words left his mouth when thick cum oozed slowly from the slit of Yan Yang's cock, pooling rapidly on the ground—a dense, youthful stream. ······ "Reporting, Master!" taiga respectfully handed Yan Yang's file to the shadowy figure. "Another gifted youth captured—how shall we handle him?" "Ah, a fire-type," the mysterious figure smiled. "Take him to the black latex bed for memory alteration—turn him into one of us. His semen output is impressive... but no climax until full conversion. Increase the aphrodisiac concentration to torment him properly. Then I'll have a loyal subordinate, hehehe! As a reward, taiga, you'll oversee his hypnosis and brainwashing." "As you command, Master!" ······ "Mn..." A pungent scent roused Yan Yang from his latex cocoon. The prior darkness lifted, revealing the scene before him. A massive factory loomed. The sky above was an unnatural black, yet light from unseen sources illuminated everything. No other buildings dotted the landscape—the ground, a rigid latex expanse, stretched to the horizon. At the center, the colossal factory radiated oppression, punctuated by the rumble of massive machinery. A river of liquid latex circled the factory, emanating the same scent that had roused Yan Yang. Yan Yang thought he'd been freed, but his body remained rigidly trapped—neck immobile, joints locked. The writhing touches and stretched hole against his skin confirmed he was still within the gel beast. Where... was this... Yan Yang began thrashing again, but the gel beast thrust the dildo sharply, draining his strength. He fell still, enduring the inhuman torment. "Nggh! Ngghhh!!" Strange whimpers drew Yan Yang's gaze forward, where a squad of gel beasts marched in formation toward the factory gates. Floating beside each was a sleek, high-tech latex bed, each bearing a human-shaped bulge—the whimpers emanated from these, belonging to captured boys. Yan Yang, coerced by his gel beast captor, found himself at the end of the line. A camera lazily extended from the gate, scanning the entire group before focusing on the frontmost latex bed. A data cable plugged into the bed's slot, as if downloading a number, while a marking gun emerged, searing a barcode and serial number onto the boy's latex with a strange laser. [13716, Excellent semen production, send to sperm extraction chamber for training.] [13717, High compliance, send to transformation chamber to become a gel beast.] [13718, Superior physical condition, send to deep brainwashing chamber for further assignment.] Like a factory assembly line, the boys were marked with barcodes and numbers, then fed through a rectangular opening in the factory gate. The transport gel beasts turned away, continuing their hunt for more boys. Damned bastards! I have to escape and save them! Though Yan Yang thought this fiercely, he knew his own predicament was dire. Soon, the line reached its end. The gel beast snapped to attention, chest puffed out, pushing Yan Yang's exposed chest forward for the camera to inspect. "Ah, you're the one taiga brought, aren't you?" the camera intoned, examining the gel beast enclosing Yan Yang. A data cable plugged into the beast's body. "Hmm... Oh! The young hero! Perfect, perfect. Master will be thrilled. Take him to the holding area first—await Master's orders. Don't mess up, or you'll be decommissioned, understood?" Yan Yang felt the gel beast shudder—a clear sign that decommissioning terrified even creatures built without fear. Master... Ugh... What's going to happen to me... Please, organization... Find me quickly! "Alright, ID 13723, enter!" As Yan Yang silently pleaded, the factory's maw yawned open, swallowing him inside. "Well, well, well!" taiga appeared on the screen. "Sorry, I took a quick break—this little one..." He stepped forward, pinching Yan Yang's nipple hard. "Didn't embarrass me in front of the others, did you?" "Reporting, Lord taiga—he's fully subdued," the gel beast stated. "Preparing to send to holding now." "Shut up. I'm asking *him*," taiga said, slapping Yan Yang's chest. The hero flinched in pain, a silent reply. Bastard! Monster! Yan Yang seethed inwardly. To his shock, taiga smirked, as if reading his thoughts. "Gel slaves have no rights—you called me a monster... Well, I *am* Master's monster, after all!" "Wondering how I know? Your thoughts are monitored here. You have..." He squeezed Yan Yang's nipple gently, "...no privacy!" What... What do you want... "Hehe..." taiga turned and left, leaving Yan Yang and the advancing gel beast. Ahead stretched a long corridor, lined with doors labeled [Sperm Extraction Chamber], [Transformation Chamber], and more. Moreover, as if to facilitate observation, the walls were lined with viewing windows. "Wails and screams echoed: 'Where am I?!' 'Help! I want to go home!!'" Behind one window, newly captured boys hung naked from chain-linked iron rings. Carried by conveyor belts, their thrashing bodies moved toward a massive cauldron filled with writhing latex. Seeing the scene below, the boys shrieked louder, their struggles intensifying. The clatter of chains filled the air as they writhed like lambs to the slaughter—no amount of resistance could alter their fate. As the machinery whirred, the struggling boys were slowly submerged into the latex. It swallowed their ankles, thighs, hips, abdomens, chests, necks, and heads. Some, desperate to avoid submersion, leapt to clamp their legs around the overhead chains, trying to gasp one last breath—but their heads were the first to be engulfed. Regardless, when they were slowly pulled out, what hung from the rings were motionless latex mummies, stripped of all human features, now mere objects rather than people. Another room held a different scene: latex mummies were shoved by gel beasts into mold-like devices. Once positioned, the molds clamped shut. Purple gas hissed out, followed by a flood of gel from connected tubes. When the molds opened, purple-eyed gel beasts emerged. Fellow gel beasts branded codes onto their bodies, fitted them with belts and gear, saluted, and the new arrivals joined the work without hesitation. A quieter but more horrifying room held row upon row of boys, bound tight into latex mummies and strapped to latex beds. Each had a sperm-extraction device clamped around their cock, with jars beside them—not filled with semen, but latex! These boys had been modified, their bodies now the source of the factory's endless latex supply. As the machines droned, the 'mummies' trembled violently one after another, followed by the thick, dripping sound of fluid filling the jars. Once full, gel beasts carried the jars away, swapping them for empty ones, the extraction process never pausing. "The extraction room's speakers blared, and gel beasts removed the named slaves from their devices, hooking them onto conveyors that carried them into darkness. What 'induction' and 'disposal' entailed remained a mystery—but it was surely beyond any normal imagination." Time was limited; this forced 'tour' let Yan Yang glimpse only two or three rooms before the gel beast halted at the [Holding Area] door. Opening it, there were no crowds as expected—barely any equipment. A single latex bed sat at the center, with taiga adjusting machinery nearby. When he turned and saw Yan Yang, a smirk curled his lips. "Here to join us, classmate Yan Yang?" Whatever taiga did, the gel beast restraining Yan Yang softened like melting jelly. Yan Yang felt countless invisible hands pushing him outward, and after a dizzying spin, his body was finally forced free. He turned to see the beast’s gaping maw chewing something red—his own battle suit, he realized with a jolt. Naked now, covered in sticky translucent black fluid, he looked a mess. “taiga… you bastard!!” Yan Yang struggled to his feet and lunged at the man, but a sudden searing pain in his groin sent him crashing back down. He glanced frantically at his crotch to see black tendrils coiling around his cockhead, writhing as they began burrowing into his urethra. “What… what is this…” He reached to tear it off, but the substance forced his urethra open, slithering in like a venomous snake. “AAAAHHHH!!” Burning pain exploded along his urinary tract, the walls constricting as if shrinking. Yan Yang curled into a ball, clutching his groin, body trembling violently. “Unruly brats need discipline,” taiga said dismissively, turning back to adjust the machinery. The pain in Yan Yang’s urethra gradually subsided as he panted, hands propping him up as he wobbled to his feet. “…” Staring at taiga’s back, he thought: Grab him, choke him, take him down! Escape! But the moment he moved to act, the latex bed shot out several tentacles. Yan Yang dodged too late—they coiled around his limbs and neck. “Ghk!” The neck tentacle tightened, cutting off air. Already weakened, Yan Yang lost all resistance as the tentacles dragged him onto the bed, pinning him down. “Ugh! Let me go, you bastard!!” He strained against the tentacles, but latex soon engulfed his limbs, then his groin, chest—until only his head remained exposed. “No… let me go,” he gasped, the eerie fantasies from the research facility now a sick premonition—he was truly being wrapped in latex! “I refuse… to become that thing!!” “Hehe, you definitely will,” taiga said, finishing his adjustments. “Did you forget your thoughts are public here? Surprise attacks won’t work.” He flicked Yan Yang’s forehead. “Now, allow me to introduce the tools you’ll be using shortly.” taiga retrieved a small vial filled with thick black liquid and a syringe from the side, inserting the needle to draw up the substance. "This is our newly developed aphrodisiac. It converts all sensory input into pleasure and amplifies your sensitivity by hundreds of times—by then, even a light touch~" He tapped Yan Yang's nose, "will make you climax." "Pervert! How could this stuff possibly work on me!" "We'll see soon enough. And this..." He shook a vial containing gritty black particles, "is the same substance that burrowed into your urethra earlier—special nano-latex. It'll coat your urinary tract, infiltrate your reproductive system, and take full control of your ejaculation." He patted Yan Yang's cock through the latex, making it bob. Yan Yang still defied: "That's it? You think I can't handle losing control of ejaculation? Try a hot iron instead—don't waste your time!" "Whether it's a waste depends on you. From personal experience," taiga's grin twisted, "having your ejaculation controlled... it's both deliciously pleasurable and torturous~~" "Cough, getting off track. Last but not least," he rapped the latex bed, "this is the third-gen hypnotic restraint device, Master's pride. Even if you could punch through asteroids, once trapped here, you can't escape. It's immune to fire, ice, corrosion—you name it. Equipped with life support and self-powering systems, you'll stay here till the end of the world unless someone outside flips the switch. Even death won't save you." "Built-in is a full hypnotic brainwashing system. Unlike regular memory erasure, this one picks and reshapes your memories like kneading clay. Some may be stubborn, but with enough sessions..." He pulled out a latex blob, squishing it into an irregular shape, "you won't even recognize your own mother. Then you'll be my comrade, helping me bring the world to a new tomorrow devoured by latex!!" "Don't even think about brainwashing me! You and your Master are the same—dream on!" Yan Yang's defiance sounded hollow now. "Just wait! My comrades will come soon and tear this hellhole down with you in it!" "Scared to death~" taiga pressed the syringe gently, a thin trail of black liquid oozing out. He strode to Yan Yang, jabbing the needle into his neck. "AH!" Yan Yang shrieked, but heat immediately seared his skin around the wound. As the black drug tainted his blood, the warmth spread through his body, twisting his grimace into a slack-jawed, sweating pant. "Pant... pant..." When taiga slowly withdrew the needle, a jolt of ecstasy turned Yan Yang's pants into whimpers. "Uhn~