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不穿裤子的黑胶马真的超级色，于是做了这个的汉化，不太通顺，比较重复或者是文字太少的地方我就往命大的方向自由发挥了，你们不要太在意，反正这篇的汉化除了我估计没人弄，另外胶马和Goop是由前序剧情的，就在以前的图包里

0_SS_ANUBIS
0_SS_GIP/1_GIP

Scene 1: Taka's Life
Taka slumps at his desk, the office hum a dull roar around him. Papers pile up, emails flood his inbox, and his coworker Tim leans over with a smirk.

Tim: "Another night at the strip club, Taka? Gonna blow your whole paycheck on those dicks again?"

Taka flushes, shrugging it off. He doesn’t care what Tim thinks. By day, he’s a salaryman, drowning in spreadsheets. By night, he’s alive, slipping into the neon lit gay strip club, cash ready, eyes locked on sweat-slicked bodies grinding on stage. The hunger for that raw, pulsing world consumes him.

At home, in his dim apartment, Taka’s routine takes over. Laptop open, porn flickering, he rides a lubed-up dildo suctioned to the floor, hand working his cock. His mind spirals into a fantasy: being owned, collared, used as a slave. Not just roleplay, he wants it real, wants to ditch his soul-sucking job and surrender everything.

Taka: "Fuck, I need this. A real master, not just porn."

One night, scrolling a shady gay hookup site, Taka freezes. Master Morton’s profile screams dominance, big, muscular, a cock like a weapon. The ad says he’s seeking a slave to give up everything. Taka’s heart pounds.

Taka: "This is it. This is him."

Scene 2: Introduction
Taka’s fingers shake as he types a message to Master Morton, his pulse hammering with raw need. He hits send, spilling his desperation. Hours later, his phone buzzes with a reply.

Master Morton: "Send nudes. Full body, front and back. Now."

Taka strips in his bathroom, the cold tile biting his feet. He snaps the pics, trying out every angle, no shame. His slim, toned frame and nervous eyes staring back in the mirror. He sends them.
Minutes later, Master Morton responds.

Master Morton: "Not bad. Let's meet up."

An address and time to meet follow. Taka’s head spins, his cock twitching as his fantasy inches closer to reality.

Scene 3: Meet Up
Taka stands outside Master Morton’s apartment, palms sweaty, stomach churning. The door swings open, revealing Master Morton, a towering wall of muscle in a tight latex suit, cap, and boots, a cigar smoldering between his lips. His bulge is obscene, even bigger than the pictures.

Master Morton: "Well, fuck me. You actually showed up. That desperate to be my slave, huh?"

He steps aside, letting Taka into the musky, leather-scented apartment. Master’s eyes rake over Taka’s slim, muscular frame.

Master Morton: "Cute. Real cute. Strip. Everything off. Then get on your knees."

Taka’s hands tremble as he obeys, clothes hitting the floor. He kneels, bare and vulnerable. Master circles him, puffing his cigar, then unzips his suit, freeing his massive, veiny cock. He strokes it slowly, smirking at Taka’s wide-eyed stare.

Master Morton: "Fuck, you’re obedient."

He grabs Taka’s ID from his wallet, glancing at it.

Master Morton: "Twenty-four? Shit, boy, you’re young and ready to throw it all away."

He leans down, voice a gravelly whisper.

Master Morton: "You sure you’re ready to give up your job, your money, your whole damn life to serve me? I’ll take care of you, but you’ll be mine. Completely."

Taka’s throat tightens, but his voice is steady.

Taka: "Yes, Master."

Master’s grin is predatory, pleased.

Master Morton: "Good boy."

Scene 4: Commanding
Master Morton grabs a black latex suit from his wardrobe, holding it up. It’s tight, with openings only for the mouth and nose, the word “PIG” in bold white letters across the chest.

Master Morton: "This is you now, pig. My filthy rubber pig. You wear this 24/7, like it’s your fucking skin. Got it?"

Taka nods, his cock straining. Master dangles a small chastity cage in front of him.

Master Morton: "Real men stroke their dicks. Slaves don’t. Your pleasure’s from your ass, pig. This cage stays on, permanent. You’ll leak precum like a good slut, but cumming? That’s my call."

Taka’s head spins, but he’s eager.

Taka: "Yes, Master."

Master’s voice grows darker, commanding.

Master Morton: "Your job is to serve me. Lick my suit clean, polish my boots with your tongue, keep that hole ready. I’ve got a dildo machine to stretch you out for this."

He grabs his bulge, smirking.

Master Morton: "Be a good pig, and I’ll reward you. You’ll drink my piss, my cum, everything I give you."

Taka’s body trembles with need, his mind spiraling.

Taka: "I want it, Master. All of it."

Scene 5: Routine Began
Three weeks later, Taka’s new life consumes him. The latex suit clings like a second skin, “PIG” branding him. The tight chastity cage keeps him constantly aroused, his cock leaking precum non-stop. He trains his ass daily with the dildo machine, its relentless pounding stretching him wide. Sometimes, he cums hands-free, shaking in the cage. Master watches, grinning, cigar in hand.

Master Morton: "Look at you, pig. Cumming like a slut without touching yourself. Fucking perfect."

Taka lies on a leather mattress, wrists and ankles cuffed, chains spreading his legs wide. His loosened hole twitches, ready for Master’s cock. The air smells of latex and sweat.

Scene 6: Play Thing
Master Morton strides in, boots thudding. Taka’s mouth is open, tongue out, drooling like a proper pig. Master grins, holding a smaller chastity cage.

Master Morton: "You’re doing good, pig. Time for a reward. This cage is tighter. You’ll love it."

He kneels, unlocking the old cage and sliding on the new one.

Master Morton: "Feel that? Tighter the better, right, pig?"

Taka moans, nodding eagerly. Master pulls out a ball gag and nose hook, eyes glinting.

Master Morton: "Time to make you a proper slut."

He fastens the gag, muffling Taka’s moans, and hooks the nose piece, pulling his nostrils up like a pig. Master steps back, admiring.

Master Morton: "Fuck, you look perfect."

Taka: muffled moans

Master Morton: "That’s it, pig. Moan for me. You’re mine now."

Scene 7: Size Comparison
Master unzips his latex suit, his massive cock spilling out, slick with precum. He strokes it, standing over Taka, still cuffed and spread.

Master Morton: "Look at this. A real man’s cock. Now look at yours."

He flicks Taka’s tiny chastity cage, making him whimper.

Master Morton: "Pathetic. Tiny and locked up, just like a slave’s should be. You don’t need a cock, pig. You’ve got a hole for me."

Taka: muffled whimper

Master Morton: "Fuck, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m gonna fill that greedy ass soon."

Scene 8: Sex Time
Master lines up his massive cock and thrusts into Taka’s loosened hole, hard and rough. The stretch burns, but Taka’s body sings, muffled moans filling the room. Master’s hips snap, hands gripping Taka’s thighs.

Master Morton: "Listen to you, pig. Moaning like a bitch in heat. You fucking love this, don’t you?"

Taka: muffled, desperate moans

The leather mattress creaks under Master’s brutal pace, Taka’s caged cock leaking, his mind lost in the sensation.

Scene 9: Cumming
Master’s thrusts speed up, his breath ragged, muscles tensing.

Master Morton: "Fuck, pig, here it comes."

With a final, deep thrust, he unloads, flooding Taka’s hole with hot cum. Taka’s muffled cries peak, his body shaking. Master pulls out slowly, smirking at Taka’s gaping hole, cum dripping in thick streams.

Master Morton: "Well fed now, aren’t you, pig? Look at that messy hole. Fucking perfect."

Taka: muffled moan

Master Morton: "That’s my good slut. Full of my cum, just how you should be."

Scene 10: Night Time
Master removes Taka’s ball gag and kisses him deeply, tongue claiming his mouth. Taka gasps, still cuffed, cum leaking onto the leather mattress.

Master Morton: "You did good, pig. Sleep tight."

Taka: "Good night, Master."

Master leaves, the room dark, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Scene 11: Epilogue
In the dim room, Taka lies cuffed, his body aching but alive with satisfaction. The latex suit clings, the smell of cum filling the air. This is the life he craved, marked by his Master, claimed completely. A smile tugs at his lips as he drifts to sleep.

2_EFC
Ectomare's Game
Scene 1: Ectomare Football Club Intro
The Ectomare Football Club (EFC) stormed into the city’s football scene like a tidal wave, their origins as murky as the black goo that formed their sleek, equine bodies. These humanoid horse figures, sculpted from solid, glistening slime, moved with an otherworldly grace, each step, each kick, executed with perfect precision. Nobody in town could pin down where they came from. They just appeared one day, crashing every tournament with a dominance that left jaws on the floor. Their glossy, alien-like forms darted across the field, outmaneuvering opponents with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural.

Whispers swirled through the stands after every match. Rumors of missing players, captains, specifically, from opposing teams who dared to face EFC. The story went that Ectomare struck deals with their rivals: if you lose, your captain belongs to them. No one knew what happened to those captains after the final whistle. Some said they vanished into the night, others claimed they were absorbed into the Ectomare’s ranks. The truth, slowly leaking out, was far stranger. Beneath the shiny black exterior of each Ectomare player was a host, trapped inside like the engine of a machine, fueling their flawless performance. The missing captains? They weren’t gone, they were transformed, melded into the gooey symbiote, their bodies hijacked to power Ectomare’s victories.

With every tournament, EFC’s roster grew, their numbers swelling as they claimed more hosts. Yet, despite the chilling rumors, teams kept lining up to challenge them. Some were chasing glory, desperate to be the ones who finally toppled the untouchable Ectomare. Others, from teams that had already lost, hoped a win might free their stolen captains. But Ectomare was a juggernaut, their play so far beyond mortal skill it was like they were built from another dimension. Defeating them? That was a dream bordering on delusion.

Scene 2: Losing Taka

Taka had been a rising star in the Ascend Football Club, a shy but enthusiastic player who trusted his captain implicitly. He’d heard whispers about Ectomare but dismissed them as locker room gossip. When Ascend’s captain agreed to a match against EFC, Taka followed without question, unaware that his captain had staked him in a secret deal. The Ascend captain, cocky and dismissive, thought Ectomare was just another team to crush. He was wrong. Ectomare dismantled Ascend with brutal efficiency, leaving Taka stunned as his captain admitted the truth: Taka was now Ectomare’s property.

The locker room pulsed with raw energy at Ectomare’s victory bash, far from any tame celebration. Under flickering lights, the equine goo creatures encircled Taka, their sleek, glistening bodies rippling with primal hunger, each throbbing cock slick with precum that dripped onto the cold tile floor. One by one, they claimed him, powerful thrusts filling his ass and mouth in a relentless spitroast.
Laughter echoed as they branded his chest with gooey stamp that spelled out “LOSER” in mocking letters. Taka, trembling and overwhelmed, could only submit. A deal was a deal.

The real transformation came after. As their hot, viscous cum filled him, ass and mouth stretched to their limits. Taka felt the goo seep into his very being. It coated his skin, hardening into a slick, black equine form that encased him entirely. A horse-like head formed over his own, its empty eyes glowing faintly. Inside, two massive, throbbing cocks, one in his ass, one in his throat, locked into place like machinery, pulsing with heat. These weren’t just for show; they were the engine of his new form. When Ectomare hit the field, those cocks would move in rhythm with their plays, pounding into Taka with every sprint and kick, driving him into a haze of pleasure and pain.

To keep their hosts in peak condition, Ectomare enforced a brutal gym routine. They’d release Taka from the symbiote’s grip, his body slick with sweat and goo, and put him through grueling workouts. Squats, deadlifts, sprints, every rep was to ensure he could withstand the relentless demands of being their host. Ectomare’s dominance relied on a strong engine, and Taka was theirs to tune.

Scene 3: Tournament Begin
The stadium roared as Ectomare took the field, their glossy black forms cutting through the floodlights like living shadows. The crowd was electric, fans screaming despite the dark rumors, or maybe because of them. Ectomare had become a phenomenon, their string of victories turning them into local legends.

Commentator: “Folks, you’re witnessing HISTORY tonight! Ectomare Football Club is back, and they’re moving like they’ve got rocket fuel in their veins! Look at that pass, BAM! Perfect precision! These guys are a mystery wrapped in a slick, gooey enigma, but who cares when they play like THIS?!”

The commentator’s voice boomed over the speakers, hyping the crowd to a fever pitch. Ectomare weaved through their opponents with terrifying ease, their equine forms gliding as if the laws of physics didn’t apply. The opposing team scrambled, but it was like chasing ghosts.

Commentator: “Oh, baby, did you SEE that goal?! Ectomare’s striker just danced through three defenders like they were standing still! I don’t know what’s powering these guys, but it’s working! The crowd’s going wild, and I’m right there with ‘em!”

Scene 4: Inside
Inside the slick, equine shell, Taka’s world was a whirlwind of sensation. His body moved with Ectomare’s, sprinting and kicking with machine-like precision, but inside, it was chaos. The massive cocks pumped relentlessly, synchronized with every move on the field. His belly swelled with their gooey cum, hot and heavy, like a fuel tank topped off for the match. A writhing tentacle had even snaked into his cock, squirming inside his shaft, sending shocks of pleasure through his core. Sweat poured down his skin, trapped inside the gooey suit, as he fought to keep up with the relentless pace.

Ectomare: “Damn, Taka, you’re killing it out there! All that gym time’s paying off, huh? We’re tearing this field apart thanks to you.”

Taka’s mind was a fog of lust and exhaustion.

This is insane, he thought. Running, kicking, and getting fucked like this? No normal person could handle it. I should’ve passed out by now.

But Ectomare’s control was absolute, hijacking his brain to keep him sharp, forcing his focus to stay on the game.

Ectomare: “Oh, we hear you, kid. Bet your ass is gaping wide open by now, huh? Drenched in sweat, stuffed full of our cum. You’re our perfect little engine, Taka. Don’t worry, we won’t let you tap out.”

Taka’s inner voice screamed, Just a few more minutes. Hold it together. His body trembled, every nerves on fire from the constant penetration. The tentacle in his cock twisted, making him gasp around the throbbing shaft in his throat.

Ectomare: “Heh, you think this is intense? Wait till the match is over. We’re throwing another party, and you’re the guest of honor. New cocks, new loads, hope you’re ready, ‘cause we’re just getting started.”

Taka’s heart raced, a mix of dread and surrender washing over him. He gulped, his throat tight around the pulsing cock, and nodded inwardly. There was no fighting it. He belonged to Ectomare now.

3_GOOPR
Obsidian Force Infiltration
Scene 1: Obsidian Force Intro
Obsidian City pulsed with life, its neon-lit skyline a beacon of hope against the looming threat of alien invaders. At the heart of the city stood the headquarters of Obsidian Force, a superhero organization forged to combat the relentless attacks from extraterrestrial forces. The team was a powerhouse, led by legends like Morton, whose blue flame powers fueled devastating punches that could level a building. Then there was Orlando the Shark, a swift-moving sharpshooter whose bullets never missed their mark. Among them was a newer face, Taka, a nervous rookie with no standout superpowers. Yet, the higher-ups at Obsidian Force saw something unique in him, a spark that warranted intense training under Morton’s watchful eye.

On one chaotic mission, Taka’s inexperience got the better of him. Separated from Morton, he stumbled into an abandoned ruin, lured by the eerie presence of the Goop, a race of humanoid alien soldiers with sleek, black, goo-like bodies and glowing orange visors. Before he could react, a swarm of Goops overwhelmed him, their sticky, glistening forms entrapping him in a suffocating cocoon. Their probing tendrils slithered over him, intent on some invasive experiment, until Morton’s blazing fists tore through the ruin, rescuing Taka just in time.

Back at Obsidian Force’s high-tech lab, the scientists ran tests on Taka, their scanners buzzing with excitement. The Goop essence had fused with his body in a way they’d never seen before, a groundbreaking discovery. Taka’s physiology was uniquely compatible, allowing the lab to refine the Goop essence into a controllable form. With further testing, they unlocked a startling ability: Taka could transform into a Goop, retaining his consciousness while wielding their alien form. The higher-ups saw an opportunity. This could be the key to infiltrating the enemy’s headquarters and uncovering their plans.

Scene 2: Infiltration Preparation
The day of the mission arrived, and the lab was abuzz with tension. Obsidian Force needed answers about the Goop army’s hivemind and their yet unknown purpose. Taka stood in the sterile lab, heart pounding as the scientists prepped him for transformation. They fine-tuned the energy to activate the Goop essence within him, watching as his body shimmered and reformed into a sleek, black Goop soldier, complete with a glowing orange visor. A communication device was embedded in the helmet, ensuring Taka could relay updates to the team.

The Goop suit was unlike anything Taka had ever worn. Tight and glossy, it clung to every curve of his body. Inside the helmet, small tubes snaked into his nostrils, and a larger one pressed against his mouth, supposedly to regulate breathing. But the suit’s design was… unconventional. A plug-like device nestled at his crotch, designed to insert into his ass, sent a faint buzz through his nerves. The scientists exchanged puzzled glances, theorizing it might maintain “excitement levels,” though they weren’t sure why. A rubbery thong completed the ensemble, tightly binding Taka’s genitals to keep them restrained, almost like it was meant to counteract the suit’s stimulation.

As the suit activated, the plug hummed to life, sending electric jolts through Taka’s body. The tubes in his nose and mouth tingled, stirring a confusing heat in his core. His cock strained against the thong’s grip, the restraint only amplifying his arousal. Taka’s cheeks flushed beneath the helmet.

Taka: “What the hell is this? This suit… it’s… doing things to me!”

The scientist scratched his head, adjusting his glasses.

Scientist: “We’re not entirely sure, Taka. The Goop tech is… new. Just focus on the mission. This is our shot to crack their plans wide open.”

Taka gulped, trying to steady his breathing as the suit’s vibrations teased him. The Obsidian Force commander’s voice crackled through the comms, firm but laced with a playful edge.

Operator: “Alright, rookie, keep it together. You’re our secret weapon. Don’t let a little buzz distract you from saving the world.”

Scene 3: Infiltration Begins
Taka stepped into the night, the Goop suit gleaming under the moonlight. The plug’s faint vibrations kept him on edge, but he forced himself to focus, his heart racing as he ventured to the city’s outskirts where Goop sightings were frequent. The Operator’s voice guided him through the comms, calm but teasing.

Operator: “Deep breaths, Taka. You’re a Goop now. Act like one. You see any of those shiny bastards yet?”

Taka: “Not yet… This suit’s still buzzing. It’s hard to concentrate.”

Operator: “Ha, sounds like you’re enjoying yourself too much. Eyes on the prize, kid.”

Soon, Taka spotted them, Goops marching in eerie unison, their visors glowing like embers in the dark. They moved like drones, mindless and controlled by their mysterious hivemind. Taka took a shaky breath, mimicking their stiff gait as he blended into the group. His suit pulsed, the plug sending another jolt that made his knees weak, but he pressed on.

The Goops led him to an underground facility, a sprawling network of tunnels lit by pulsating red lights. Taka’s heart pounded as he followed, keeping his distance. When the corridor cleared, he slipped into an empty chamber, its walls lined with strange, humming machinery.

Operator: “Nice work, Taka. You’re in. Look for a data terminal. Plug the device, should be a port on the right side of those consoles.”

Taka: “Got it. I’m… trying to stay focused. This plug’s not helping.”

Taka fumbled with the device, his hands trembling as he connected it to the Goop’s system. The Operator chuckled through the comms.

Operator: “You’re doing great, rookie. Just don’t let that suit get you too worked up. We need those files, not a show.”

Scene 4: Infiltration Went South
Taka’s focus shattered as the plug’s vibrations intensified, sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body. He stumbled, collapsing to the chamber floor, his breaths ragged. The suit’s stimulation was relentless, the tubes in his nose and mouth amplifying every sensation. Desperate, he clawed at the gooey suit, trying to peel it off, but it clung to his skin like a second layer.

Taka: “Operator, this is too much! The suit… it’s driving me crazy. Can the lab do something? Turn it down?”

Operator: “Wish we could, kid. That suit’s a prototype. We don’t have remote control yet. You’re gonna have to ride it out.”

Taka groaned, his cock straining painfully against the thong. The plug buzzed harder, and then, beep!. The thong snapped open, releasing his erection. A glowing progress bar appeared beneath his cock, pulsing in sync with the suit’s vibrations. Taka’s eyes widened.

Taka: “What the… there’s a progress bar? What’s it doing?!”

Operator: “Holy… Okay, Taka, just lie low. Let the suit do its thing. Must be some weird Goop biology we don’t get yet. Try not to moan too loud, you’ll attract every Goop in the facility.”

Taka sprawled on the floor, overwhelmed as the progress bar filled. Drool slipped from his mouth, his mind spiraling from the relentless stimulation. The tubes, the plug, the suit, it was all too much.

Then, a sharp click echoed from his crotch. The suit’s grip on his cock vanished, and Taka gasped as he came, his body shuddering with an intensity he’d never felt before. Cum splattered across his helmet and chest, far more than he thought possible.

Operator: “Well, damn, Taka! That’s… a lot. Guess the suit’s got a lewd side. You’re fully calibrated now, huh?”

Taka, panting and dazed, managed a weak laugh, his face flushed.

Taka: “Yeah… real funny. This thing’s a pervert. I’m a mess.”

Operator: “Ha! Clean up quick, hotshot. We don’t need Goops finding you covered in… evidence.”

Taka wiped the cum off his chest with trembling hands, the plug’s vibrations finally easing. He took a shaky breath, trying to refocus on the mission.

Scene 5: Taka’s Thoughts

Taka sat in the dim chamber, the hijack device humming softly as it collects data. His mind raced, still reeling from the suit’s wild effects.

Taka: “Okay, brain, let’s process this. Everyone thought this Goop suit would make me some badass super-soldier. Instead, I’m stuck with the kinkiest alien tech in the universe. Figures. But… I’m not gonna lie, this tight, slick suit? Kinda hot. And that stimulation? Damn, I might actually get used to this. Maybe I’m more cut out for this than I thought.”

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye as he adjusted the helmet. The mission wasn’t over, and neither was his adventure with the Goop suit.

140页开始是中文

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Finally, story seems to connect together now.
Anyway, thank you for sharing.

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taka的大鸡巴塞爆我ass的同时，他的大图也塞爆了我的手机内存

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taka 大人，我们敬爱您口牙

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中文版的还是第一次见

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好耶，涩图多多

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感谢分享，求求种子

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Need October

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232页字幕有bug

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Can you upload Robokeh Comic again :)

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Mucho texto

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求求种子😭😭😭

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