Reunion with Tsubaki

Even unconsciously, the golem's inner flesh writhed, latching onto Link's trapped tongue.

It felt like a slick hand seizing and tugging his tongue, forcing muffled groans from his throat.

Without any effort on his part, the layered folds entangled his tongue, blending the ointment with the golem's slick nectar into a sweet-tasting mixture.

It was as if the golem's core was forcibly kissing him. The vacuum-like suction, the endless flow of nectar between her membranes, and the tender, plump lips—softer than an infant's—created an addictive sensation against his mouth.

The countless tiny granules rubbing against his tongue sent shivers through his body. The eerie comfort, like a massage, molded his pliant tongue into various shapes.

If it had been his shaft instead, the devouring folds would have driven him to madness.