Yan Yang's Mission ( Novel English Translation)1

After navigating a series of winding paths and complex access checks, Yan Yang finally reached the abandoned lab mentioned in the report. The lab appeared to have been attacked and left derelict for some time. All fragile items had shattered into debris scattered everywhere. Most eerie were the strange black latex-like substances smearing the walls—far from dried, they retained a damp, almost slimy texture. They glinted in the dim lab corridors, exuding an otherworldly aura. The only relief was the lab still had some power; flickering overhead lights emitted a barely perceptible glow, letting Yan Yang just make out the path ahead. "Ugh... stinks..." According to the organization, this had once been a human experimentation base for an evil group, abandoned after an accident. The group left behind many dangerous devices. The previous Yellow Warrior sent here to check for survivors and active equipment had gone missing. Now the organization had no choice but to send Yan Yang to find Yellow Warrior and continue the mission. "What are these things..." Yan Yang reached out to touch the black goop on the wall, but remembering the organization's warning not to touch strange substances without proper gear, he pulled back. As he ventured deeper into the lab, the darkness thickened. Yan Yang could hear odd, sticky squelching sounds. Ahead lay a deep, shadowed staircase, its walls thickly coated with that same black substance. Yan Yang stared into the darkness, swallowed hard, then steeled himself and stepped inside. The stairs spiraled downward, seeming to stretch endlessly toward the earth's core, every surface smothered in the glossy black gel. He clamped a hand over his nose—the air reeked, not of industrial chemicals, but a cloying, metallic stench that made his stomach churn. "Ugh... what the hell is—" He cut off abruptly, his blood turning to ice as he registered what he was smelling. With a sharp gasp, he stumbled back several steps. "W-what the fuck!?" By the dim ambient light, a blackened hand slapped onto the step ahead. The appendage was entirely encased in the gel, glinting faintly in the gloom. Following the arm upward, he saw a full human form sprawled across the stairs—completely coated in the substance, features unrecognizable. But trailing behind it, thick and glistening with gel, was a heavy cock, dragging along the steps as if rubbing against them. "G-give... cock..." The blackened figure groaned in a garbled, slurred voice, then began crawling toward Yan Yang with wet, sticky sounds. "Back off!!" Yan Yang's fist flared with fire, illuminating the staircase. The glow revealed more of these blackened figures—some lying on the ground whimpering weakly, others suspended from the ceiling like grotesque spider silk cocoons, and a few stuck to the walls, thrashing feebly. Despite their different restraints, every one had a cock twitching helplessly, rubbing against whatever surface it touched, clearly desperate with pent-up need. "S-se... inside..." The mobile figure on the ground stretched a blackened hand toward Yan Yang's thigh. He leaped back just in time to avoid contact. "Are these... people!?" Yan Yang's pulse raced—if these things had been trapped here since the accident, that was half a month ago. Stuck like this... they must be in hell. His chest heaved as if the black gel were already constricting his lungs, his form-fitting suit suddenly feeling like a second skin glued too tight. No, no. He shook his head sharply. What was wrong with him? He never knew fear! Was he actually scared? Ridiculous. These poor bastards needed help, but he had no way to rescue them. Rushing in might get him stuck too. Best to finish the mission, call in the pros to save them. "G-give..." The figure whined again, voice thick with need. What was it even saying? Yan Yang sidestepped the squirming figures and pressed deeper into the lab. Though he left them behind, the black gel seemed to worm into his thoughts, painting vivid images of what it would feel like to be encased in that sticky substance. Must... feel... Before Yan Yang could finish that thought, a rusted iron door loomed ahead. He tugged at it—locked tight. "Let go of me, you bastard!!" A strangled scream pierced the metal, making Yan Yang's eyes widen. He pressed his ear to the door, straining to hear. "Ah! It's... splitting... stop... please..." That voice—Yellow Warrior! Panic for his comrade surged. Yan Yang clenched his fist, flames licking his knuckles. With a thunderous crash, the reinforced door crumpled like tin foil, flying across the room. "Yellow—" The word died in his throat. In the dim lab interior, a yellow-clad figure writhed beneath a mountain of black. It was... a gel beast? Its massive, muscled body glistened with the same sticky substance, now crisscrossed with purple band-like patterns. But where a head should be, there was a wolf's muzzle, glowing purple eyes burning with unholy intensity. Beneath it, Yellow Warrior was pinned—forearms braced on the floor, hips forced upward in a humiliating arch. The beast's tar-black foot pressed his head into the ground, while between its legs, a thick, glistening black gel cock shoved into Yellow Warrior's torn suit—penetrating him, violating him. "What... the..." Yan Yang's brain stalled. Only when Yellow Warrior let out a blood-curdling shriek did he snap back. "STOP!" A flaming kick tore through the darkness, slamming into the beast's head. It flew backward, skidding across the floor before collapsing in a twitching heap. Thud. Like Yellow Warrior, the beast lay prone. Yan Yang sprinted over, stomping its neck until the purple glow faded from its eyes. [Under attack... damage... damage... entering hibernation...] "That's it, you freak!" Yan Yang spat, grinding his boot into the beast's head. Satisfied it was down, he rushed to Yellow Warrior's side. "You okay? Are you hurt?" "Yan... Yang..." Yellow Warrior panted, chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Go... just... go..." His head lolled, unconscious. "Don't panic... I'll get you out for treatment right now!" Just as Yan Yang reached to hoist Yellow Warrior onto his shoulder, a slow clapping echoed from behind. "Who's there!?" He spun around, only for the overhead lights to blast on suddenly—blinding him with harsh brightness. It took several seconds for his eyes to adjust. When he finally blinked the spots away, he froze. A red-haired teen stood before him, a few years older than Yan Yang, but his eyes seethed with unholy malice. "taiga..." Yan Yang gaped. This senior warrior's disappearance had made headlines, searched fruitlessly until the case fizzled out... But now, taiga was encased head-to-toe in a glossy black latex suit, his muscles sinuously outlined under the harsh lights, exuding both power and menace. Between his legs, a— "Hehe..." taiga snapped his fingers, and thick latex tendrils spiraled from his suit, their tips glowing faintly purple. "I planned to capture Yellow Warrior first, then wait for more prey. But you idiots delivered yourselves so soon—preparations aren't perfect, but you'll do." "Traitor!!" Yan Yang's fists flared with fire. "What the hell are you doing? Did you cause all this!?" "Orders from the Great Master. You can't resist His gifts." taiga lewdly licked a nearby tendril. "Hah... Yan Yang, I always saw potential in you. Join us. Wasting time on that fake hero organization means nothing for human evolution!" "Enough nonsense!" Yan Yang glared at his corrupted comrade. "Last chance—come back for treatment, or I'll drag you out unconscious!" "Refuse, then. You'll join us eventually." The tendrils around taiga crackled with dark energy. "The warm-up's over. Let's get to the main event!" In an instant, the tendrils lashed toward Yan Yang with a whistling rush. He tensed his legs, leaping sideways just in time—rocks exploded where the tendrils slammed into the floor, proving their brute force. "Dammit!" Yan Yang created distance, hurling a massive fireball at taiga. The red-haired traitor pressed his palms together, and the tendrils instantly formed a shimmering shield. "Think that's enough!?" Yan Yang charged the latex barrier, channeling all his flames into his fists. He unleashed a storm of blows—punch after punch slamming into the shield. "Break!!" After dozens of strikes, cracks spiderwebbed across the shield. A final, thunderous punch split it apart, sending burning fragments flying. But taiga was gone. Yan Yang's stomach dropped—too late to dodge as a massive latex fist erupted from the floor, slamming him backward with a deafening crash. BOOM— A man-shaped indentation was left on the lab's wall, and Yan Yang crashed heavily to the ground. "Did you think latex only enhances strength?" taiga emerged from the latex fist, tapping his temple with a finger. "It enhances the brain too—hahaha!" "Has your brain... been coated in latex too!?" Yan Yang struggled to his feet, every bone in his body trembling, but a veteran like him wouldn't go down from one hit. "Exactly~ You'll join me soon enough!" taiga raised his arms, countless tentacles surging around him like a tidal wave toward Yan Yang. Yan Yang ignited flames across his body—scorching heat melted the latex tentacles the moment they neared. He grabbed a sharp shard from the ground, and after a quick adjustment, a flaming sword materialized in his hand. "Take this!!" Blinding flames sliced through the inky tentacles, leaving sharp gashes. Latex tentacles rained down, dissolving into inert latex residue on the floor. Noticing Yan Yang's ferocity, taiga hastily retreated, controlling more tentacles to launch a denser attack! "Not a chance!" The fire sword spun wildly in Yan Yang's grip. Concentrating all his strength into his right arm—muscles straining against his tight suit—he hurled the sword like a javelin, cutting a blazing arc through the air toward taiga. "Ugh!!" taiga tried to form another latex shield, but Yan Yang didn't give him the chance. At the split-second before the shield closed, a sickening sound of metal piercing flesh echoed. All surrounding latex tentacles froze. The shield dissipated, and taiga collapsed. "Cough... ugh..." taiga lay prone, the fire sword embedded in his shoulder—Yan Yang still held back from killing. "..." Yan Yang panted heavily, flames fading as his strength drained after the all-out attack. He watched taiga clench the sword in his shoulder, and with a wet *squelch*, the extinguished blade was tossed aside. To Yan Yang's horror, the wound on taiga's shoulder wriggled under latex, healing rapidly! "You... monster..." Yan Yang stared at the inhuman taiga, who sneered. Though healed, the effort clearly taxed him—he panted as heavily as Yan Yang. "You've grown..." taiga wiped sweat from his chin. Yan Yang took a deep breath, resuming a fighting stance: "How did you become like this...? They're controlling you! Wake up!!" "Control? No, no, no," taiga waved a hand. "Everything you see is my choice. I willingly offered my body, dignity, rights, and semen to the Master!" "What...? What are you saying!?" "Because..." taiga's fingers slowly traced his collarbone, sliding over his chest muscles—the friction with chest latex making faint rustling sounds. He moved past chiseled abs, and the moment his fingertips reached his groin, he grabbed his massive cock and began masturbating obsessively. "Ah—!!" Yan Yang's face flushed bright red. The organization required young heroes to abstain from sexual desires, and with no proper sex education, it was no wonder this hot-blooded teen blushed at the sight. "What's there to be shocked about!?" taiga's face radiated madness and hedonism. "My cock, my body—all belong to the Master. The pleasure He grants after completing missions surpasses anything else!" The muscles beneath taiga's latex suit rippled violently, as if exerting an unseen force that locked Yan Yang's averted gaze in place. "Come on! Join me—don't you want to experience the wonders this latex brings?" taiga extended a hand toward Yan Yang, making an inviting gesture. "..." Yan Yang hesitated for a split second, and in that moment, he imagined himself clad in such a latex suit, joining all the other young warriors in a raucous orgy... What am I thinking!?! Yan Yang pinched himself to regain clarity: "In your dreams! I'm taking you back—someone there will snap you out of this!!" "Wake up? Hmph..." taiga sneered. "Well... my friend just woke up!" A sudden chill crept up Yan Yang's spine, but there was no time to react as a pitch-black figure lunged from behind, wrapping powerful arms around his torso. "Target acquired." The gel beast that had somehow regained consciousness clamped onto Yan Yang from behind, its purple glow filling his vision. Instantly, Yan Yang felt his body go limp, as if his blood had turned to ice. "Dammit... hypnosis... beam..." This technique had been used on young heroes before, and the organization had long trained them in mental resilience. But physical reactions were unavoidable—under the invasion of the purple light, Yan Yang's strength drained, making resistance nearly impossible. It's fine... I'll recover in less than a minute! "Activating power suppression protocol." Just as Yan Yang wondered what would happen in those thirty seconds, a hard object pressed against his butt. Before he could react, the battle suit on his butt was directly torn apart by something, and then—something thick, fast, and precise pierced his ass! "Ah—!!" A shrill scream echoed deep within the lab. Zooming in on where the gel beast and Yan Yang's bodies met, one could see a massive latex cock—still glistening with Yellow Warrior's rectal fluid—slamming into Yan Yang's virgin hole without any lubrication. The spot, so clean it had no hair, was now being violently penetrated, causing Yan Yang such pain he lost consciousness. But he quickly woke again from the agony; when he realized his ass was being violated, he would rather have a knife stab through his body. But the torture was only beginning. The gel beast behind him activated some unknown mode, slowly pulling the cock out halfway before slamming it back in with brute force. "Ah! Ahh—!!!" Yan Yang's pained screams made taiga across from him curl his lips into a malicious grin. He watched the gel beast thrusting into his junior, eyes lingering on the growing outline of a thick cock pressing against Yan Yang's red tight suit. "Stop yowling—you're enjoying this, aren't you!!" taiga pinched the tight suit over Yan Yang's cock, and with a harsh *rip*, a large hole tore open in the crotch. The young hero's vibrant,joyful cock sprung free. Its flushed head, bulging veins, and gaping slit oozing hormonal scent left no doubt how much pent-up essence this defeated teen held, just waiting to be milked. "I-I'm not... ahh!!" Yan Yang involuntarily thrust his hips upward between screams, a trickle of precum leaking from his slit. The relentless abuse of his ass was clearly blending pain with perverse pleasure, as sticky latex seeped into his body, rooting there to tease the desires he'd been taught to suppress. Wait—something was actually entering him!! "Uh... body... my body..." A trickle of black oozed from his stretched hole, snaking down his muscled thigh to pool into a dark spot on the floor. "Fuck... bastards..." The minute Yan Yang thought his strength might return, he tried to ignite flames to incinerate both the gel beast and taiga. But he froze—no fire flickered inside him. He couldn't even sense his own power. "Surprised?" taiga smirked, as if he'd anticipated this. He planted a foot on Yan Yang's cock, slowly grinding his sole against it. "What... what did you do!?" Yan Yang's panic was palpable. "This is the Master's [ Suppressant Latex]—made from my semen," taiga gloated, squeezing his own cock. "Haha, our powers come from semen, that's why that idiotic organization enforces abstinence. Now your semen's contaminated—no more power for you. Right now, you're just!" He punched Yan Yang across the face, blood dribbling from the teen's split lip. "An ordinary kid!" "Despicable..." "Of course, to be safe..." taiga snapped his fingers. The gel beast behind Yan Yang pulled him back sharply, both crashing to the floor. The sudden impact drove the massive latex cock deeper into Yan Yang's ass. "Gah!!" The surge of pleasure left Yan Yang dazed. When he regained focus, taiga's own latex-wrapped cock—just as thick as the gel beast's—loomed in his vision."To be *extra* safe, you need a taste too. Open up." taiga pressed his black latex-covered cock against Yan Yang's lips. "Nggh!" Yan Yang clamped his mouth shut tightly. Even in defeat, this level of humiliation felt worse than death. "Tsk, I'll have to train your obedience later. For now, let's make you suffer a bit more." With a snap of his fingers, the gel beast behind received its command: "Enhanced form initialization. Intensity 10, risk to human body detected. Proceed?" "Stop stalling!" taiga growled impatiently. "I've used intensity 15 before—you know how tough young heroes' bodies are." "What... what are you talking about?" A cold dread coiled in Yan Yang's gut. The next second, the latex cock inside his ass began to expand and lengthen, ramming brutally against his prostate. Countless tiny bumps erupted along its surface, jabbing precisely at every nerve that made him scream. Now his ass was stuffed so full there was no room to even twitch. "Ungh!!" Yan Yang shrieked as the latex cock didn't just thrust—it started *twisting*! "Maximum power activated." Along with the gel beast's emotionless announcement came a force strong enough to split Yan Yang in half. The enhanced cock pistoned in and out like a jackhammer, rotating as it tore through his rectum. Yan Yang's face, once defiant, crumpled into a mess of tears and snot. He lost all control, mouth hanging open to scream—until— "Pop~!" The scream was smothered. Now his mouth, just like his ass, was stuffed full of a thick, black latex cock. "Ooh~ feels so good, like your tongue's wrapping me up!" taiga moaned in satisfaction, slapping Yan Yang's cheek. "Rough maybe, but you'll learn to enjoy it. Look how hard your cock still is?" He kicked Yan Yang's throbbing member for emphasis. "Nggh! Ngghhh!" Yan Yang tried to clamp his jaws to punish taiga, but his body refused to cooperate. Both holes stuffed full... what do I do... what do I do... "Listen closely now~" taiga gripped Yan Yang's hair, forcing his head forward. "Master says I have to recite the Latex Slave Code daily. Haven't done it yet today—you'll help me [check] it, right? You'll memorize it too, can't forget." "Nggh! Ngghh!" "Rule 1: Latex slaves have no human rights. Everything you are belongs to Master!" taiga used Yan Yang's mouth like a fleshlight, thrusting roughly as he spoke. "Your body, your mind, your powers—all Master's. Give whatever Master wants, no right to refuse!!" "Nggh!" Yan Yang felt taiga's cockhead ramming his throat. He couldn't breathe, gagging violently. "Rule 2... hnnng, move your tongue more..." taiga's face flushed, clearly enjoying the treatment. "Rule 2: Master's command is law. Burn for Master, drown for Master—no hesitation!" Yan Yang teetered on the edge of blackout, the world spinning into nothingness. Strangely, even as the cocks in his mouth and ass blurred into numbness, the humiliating Latex Slave Code echoed clearer than ever in his ears, repeating over and over. How strange... why is my brain... uncontrollably memorizing these things... Master's command... is everything to a latex slave... Yan Yang's cock trembled between his legs, thick streams of precum oozing from his slit. From an angle he couldn't see, he began mimicking the movements of the latex creatures outside—twisting his hips, desperate to rub his cock against something for even a scrap of relief. It's so hot... I need to... cum...