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"Hello? God, I hope you get this message on time. So... we ran into some troubles during the renovations. I've been trying to contact you all week to tell you this, but you were dead serious about having a lot of work. I sent you an e-mail with the details, but overall we won't be finishing in time. I am so sorry. I swear this won't cost you more, it was my mistake, but I'll need two more weeks at least to finish the work here. Call me as soon as you get this message, please. Take care."

The orange dragon put down the cell phone and sighed, staying still in the middle of the jet bridge. Other passengers mumbled and looked at him with hatred as they tried to pass by his side, being a massive stud blocking the way the last thing they wanted after a 10-hours-long flight. He only reacted after an elder beaver politely asked him to move.

"S-sorry," he said, realizing where he was and briefly switching from rage to shame. But as he walked through the bridge, his anger started to come back.

Joan helped him planning his apartment renovations, and promised those would be done before he came back from a business trip. He was supposed to be one of the city's best interior designers; "running into some troubles" was not what he expected from someone bragging with that title, especially after what he had to pay.

As soon as he left the bridge and had some space, the dragon took his cell phone once more and looked into his inbox. Between the mess that were the dozens of replies, he found Joan's e-mail with a bunch of pictures and a couple of videos showing the damage. He felt frustrated with the first two photos, and immediately closed the app. That was not the place to go through all of that.

YongSeop needed a new plan. He clearly couldn't go to his apartment, and while the company paid a good room for the time he spent overseas, the old dragon wasn't really happy with having to stay "a couple of weeks" on a hotel--staying in one had never been of his like. As he waited for his baggage, he went through his contact list, trying to find someone that could help him.

His finger stopped as soon as he saw one of his nephew's name. There were three little dragons who once lived with him. He took care of them and worked hard to gave them a good life. And when the time came, they started their own. Danny was the first one to leave, after getting a great deal for an apartment. Jello followed some months later. And Bheni was the last one, who waited to make sure YongSeop would be ok on his own.

His finger trembled over Bheni's name. It had been a while since the last time he visited them. His work left him with very little free time, not to mention the three of them had their own busy schedule. Despite that, YongSeop felt guilty for not being in touch more often. That was a great opportunity to share some time with them, but the dragon thought they would be mad after disappearing for so long.

He pondered what to do for several minutes. At the end, he opened a chat and wrote several greeting lines, only to erase all of them and just write "Hi Bheni". As he waited for the dragon to reply, YongSeop saw his luggage passing in front of him for the third time.

Bheni didn't reply immediately. Was he asleep already? The app said he was online 27 minutes ago, and it was still to early to go to bed. Of course, he might have changed that over the years. He had a work, after all, and many other hobbies and responsibilities that YongSeop wasn't aware of. Once again, he felt the guilt for leaving them alone for so long, and the fear of being rejected because of that. As he walked into the busy street, he decided to pass the night on a hotel and talk with some friends tomorrow.

The generic ringtone announced a new message. YongSeop didn't give credit to his ears. But the preview popped on the screen, with Bheni's name on it. In fact, he had send 3 messages, but he couldn't hear the first two over the traffic. He doubted about reading them, afraid he might be telling him to fuck off for not caring for them. For treating them like trash and moving on after pretending he was a good and loving uncle.

The fourth message almost made him drop the cellphone. YongSeop thought about at least reading the preview, but the last message was a sticker. His finger trembled when he put the unlocking pattern on screen.

The first message was a cartoon image of Bheni saying hi. Then he said: "How did the trip went? I heard you were coming back today". "Sorry for the delay, I was taking a shower". The last one was another image of Bheni scratching his nape.

YongSeop giggled. He felt like an idiot for even doubting of his boys. They wouldn't forget about him no matter what. He saw the "Online" status in green letters, and assumed Bheni was waiting for an answer. As the travelers came in and out, YongSeop stood there, telling him about his trip and all that he did. Bheni continued switching between words and stickers, from which he had a considerable collection, as YongSeop discovered after a quick look at it--some a little more... lewd for his own personal taste. But he put that personal belief aside and finally told him about his little problem, afraid that Bheni could say no.

"Sure! I was about to make dinner. Here's the address."

YongSeop called a cab as soon as he received the location. He was already too excited over the idea of spending some time with his nephews that even the original reason of why vanished from his mind. Bheni. Danny. Jello. He remembered very well the time they shared together, and the countless adventures he lived with the young dragons. They made his life much better than what he could imagine. YongSeop wasn't expecting thing to be like that, but being alongside them would be more than enough to bring some joy to his old heart.

Bheni continued talking with him during the trip. He asked about job and if he brought some souvenirs. YongSeop felt dumb for not even having a chance to enjoy a foreign culture--and it made him think of how many times he traveled to another country only for work purposes. He joked about a family vacation, but Bheni joyfully agreed to it. "A summer at the beach sounds nice!" He said, followed by a sticker of Bheni with sunglasses.

It took more than half an hour for YongSeop to reach the apartment complex. They decided to live together, especially since Bheni's university was close. After that, and according to what Danny once said, the trio stuck together since it was easier to paid for the bills that way.

It was a quiet area in front of a park, but judging by the appearance of the place, it wasn't precisely safe. "Well, Danny said he got a good deal out of it," YongSeop muttered as the cab left, assuming the "good deal" part didn't mention certain details. YongSeop approached the door, where a blue dragon was already waiting. The cheerful and optimistic Bheni looked just the same, with his long hoodie that gave him a younger appearance. He waved at his uncle with a big smile in his face.

"Yes, yes, it's a crappy place. Your face says it all," Bheni said before his uncle could say anything about it.

"Is that obvious?"

"Not really," he made a pause to hug him.

YongSeop wasn't a very expressive male, physically speaking. While he always told the boys how much he cared for them, the contact never went beyond a pat at the head and some very brief hugs. That's the way he grew, males weren't supposed to express feelings that way. So he couldn't stop that awkward sensation at first, especially since Bheni's body was more developed that he remembered. But at the end, he also missed his nephew, so he took it between his arms and hold him firmly... for some seconds, at least.

"I know that face of yours," Bheni continued after moving apart. "You made the same expression when Jello dropped college."

"He was one semester away from graduation," a dissapointed YongSeop pointed out.

"... and the same tone. Surprisingly," Bheni giggled. "But it's not that bad, really. If you ignore the drug dealers."

"Drug dealers?"

"It's good to see you, uncle," the blue dragon leaned his head and smiled, just the way he always did.

Bheni wasn't lying. From the inside, the building was in a very good shape. He expected a dirty floor, graffiti on the walls, and a very questionable female standing outside her apartment. Who could blame him? The area didn't offer a good first impression.

"I never thought your apartment would be on this side of town," YongSeop admitted as they waited for the elevator.

"Danny was looking for an affordable place, and this was by far the best place he could find--and trust me, he looked for weeks. I think he never mentioned that so you wouldn't worry."

"I could have helped him."

The duo walked into the elevator. While it wasn't dirty, it had seen better years. Bheni pressed a couple of times the button "6" before it turned green.

"He knew that. But Danny wanted a placer he could afford. He wanted to prove you he was capable to live on his own."

To live on his own. Danny was the "free spirit" of the three brothers, and that always worried YongSeop. He tried to be more strict and severe when the red dragon entered his rebel phase, and while he did remember saying some harsh stuff, those were lessons Danny needed more than ever. With a big smile on his face, YongSeop felt glad to see his effort had a positive effect.

The elevator stopped. YongSeop followed his nephew through the short hallway. There wasn't any hooker or drug dealer waiting outside, although he couldn't stop himself from feeling in another generic hotel. Bheni stopped at the last door at the right. As he walked in, YongSeop was immediately received by the delicious smell of what Bheni prepared. It brought dozens of memories of the many meals they shared during the night.

"That smell so good," he praised, closing his eyes and letting his nose led him into the apartment. "Is beef noddle soup?"

"Yep. You made it just in time. I finished making dinner right before you arrived."

"And I serve it," someone added right after. YongSeop opened his eyes and saw a red dragon standing before him. His torso naked, showing the muscular body that was his pride. The same cocky dragon he remembered. "It's good to see you, uncle."

"I'm happy to see you too, Danny."

Danny didn't hug him, so instead he messed with his mane the same way he always did. It was longer, and by the look and feeling, he took special care of it. Danny giggled, and pulled YongSeop's hand some seconds after.

"You haven't changed at all. Time has treated you well," Danny's compliment was sincere, but the older dragon felt there was another message behind those words.

"You say it as if it had been years without seeing us."

"Well, it feels like that. Even when we're living in the same city."

"I told him we could use a familiy vacation," Bheni added, walking between the two of them to reach the dinning table.

"That sounds like a good idea! We could visit a beach. These scales need a long sunbath and a cold drink," Danny clapped both hands.

"I don't remember the last time I went to the beach," YongSeop chuckled. "It could be a good experience. And where's Jello?" He asked, after not seeing the third brother coming to greet him.

"Oh, he went on a trip a couple of days ago, I forgot to tell you," Bheni said.

"I see..." YongSeop sighed. He was hoping to meet with the three of them. It's not like Danny or Bheni weren't enough, but the chemistry between the three brothers made things funnier and better. Jello was the trickster, always pulling innocent pranks and smiles on all of them. He was expecting a dumb joke from the moment he set a paw inside the apartment. "He said when he'll be back?"

"Never does. He just disappears one day and comes out of his room at some point. We learnt not to question or worry since he always make its back safely," Danny explained.

"I hope he's not into something bad."

"I don't think so. That's just the way he is. But don't get all sad on us for that," Bheni hugged him from behind, and Danny followed some moments later. "We can still have a good time together!"

"Yeah, And he might comes back before you leave. We told him you're here and he's pretty excited about it," Danny added.

YongSeop wanted to say something else, but the cheerful smiles on his nephews eased his mind.

"Besides, you'll be sleeping in his room. He has the comfiest bed," Danny moved aside and took his uncle's baggage. "I still don't know why he needs one, tho."

As Bheni discussed with his brother, who was on his way to leave the baggage in the vacant room, YongSeop took a better look at the apartment. It wasn't the fanciest place, but it was more than enough for three hyperactive dragons. An open concept apartment, with an island in the kitchen still occupied by the things Bheni used for the dinner. The large sofa had two holes made exclusively for large tails, just like the couch next to it; not too expensive, by the look of it, but comfy enough for an afternoon of movies or video games. He approached the dining table, where Bheni was picking some miniatures and dices. "Sorry, some friends came over to play," Bheni explained as he picked up the remaining stuff Danny forgot to clean.

"Don't worry." YongSeop sat and took a deep breath of the smell coming from the steamy soup. It had been so long since he enjoyed one of Bheni's recipes. While the dragon cooked his own meals, he was nowhere close to his nephew's skill--he knew exactly what to do.

Some minutes later, he was having a dinner with his family, and the memories came back with every laugh and every sip he took from his plate. He missed that so much, and he was glad to see his nephews missed him too. The young dragons were more than happy to take him as their guest all the time they need. "It's the least we could do, uncle," Bheni told him. YongSeop felt like an idiot for even doubting of them.

Their reunion continued during a couple of hours. After the meal, they shared some beers and talked some more about how things had been going over the past few years. YongSeop cheered for them, happy to see the brothers were capable to live and succeed on their own. But as the older dragon started to feel sleepy, he excused himself, thanked their hospitality, and left to Jello's room.

Jello had always been a simple male. Despite the playful attitude and his tendency to play jokes, he valued meditation and inner peace. It wasn't a surprise to find a room with just the needed commodities. There were some plushies and collectible figures over the shelf and desk, gifts from his brothers as far as he could remember. But no other thing in the room had something expressing Jello's personality--even the few furniture and the bed made him feel he was on a motel in the middle of the road. There were only two things that truly stood out. The first one was a full-length mirror next to the wardrobe. The other one was a framed picture of the three brothers. In between Danny and Bheni, a green slime dragon with some shark-looking features was smiling from ear to ear. Jello's twelve birthday.

YongSeop started to unpack his clothes. Bheni said he made some room in one of the drawers, but didn't specify which one. The old dragon, not wanting to bother his nephew with something so simple, started to check each of the wardrobe's drawers to find the empty one. But all he found was Jello's clothes and underwear, which he found odd since the dragon had a tendency of being naked most of the time; due to his special nature, the jelly dragon had the ability to change certain parts of his body to some extent, including erasing any trace of his genitalia.

"Well, maybe he learned to have some decency," YongSeop thought, words he had to eat after he opened the next drawer.

In there, there were some weird clothes. Perfectly folded and stacked, they gleamed under the white light. YongSeop frowned. He couldn't remember seeing clothes like that before. Out of curiosity, the dragon took one and unfolded it. Before his eyes, the clothes took the shape of a full body suit. It resembled a wolf body, with a darker shade of blue covering the chest. Judging by the texture, it was made of latex.

YongSeop cringed over the feeling of the suit. He always found weird the contact between latex and scales. The sound it made, and the pressure it put around the body. And he only experienced through latex gloves! But an entire suit? Not only that, but as he continued looking at it, he remembered a friend saying some gay people actually used that kind of suit for sex.

He grew under a conservative roof. There was only one way for things in life, and that was it. That started to change after the brothers moved in with him. Bheni one day told him he felt attraction over males, and Danny came out as bi as if it was nothing important. Since his love for them was stronger than his ideals, he allowed some things to pass, as long as the brothers never acted beyond the limits of morality.

A latex suit for sexual intercourse was... YongSeop put it back into the drawer. Jello was the only one he considered "normal". But apparently there were some things the jelly dragon never admitted. Or maybe he discovered those inclinations after moving with his brothers, in which case he couldn't blame him for not telling him before. But still, that was not an acceptable behavior, regardless of his sexual preference. The image of Jello wearing that crossed his mind, and YongSeop felt disgust for it.

Of course, he was in no position to tell him something. He was a guest, and Jello was no longer living under his roof. Whatever he did in private only concerned Jello, whether if his uncle approved it or not. YongSeop decided to unpack tomorrow and went to sleep, leaving his dirty clothes over the baggage.

Alone in the dark, the old dragon tried to sleep. He heard Bheni and Danny going to their respective rooms; one of them put some music. But the orange dragon stayed awake. He couldn't get out of his idea the image of the latex suit Jello had. And worse, that he had so many. What if some of those belonged to his brothers? He could allow one, but three perverted dragons in latex suits? But what right he had to say something against it? It was their private life, after all. YongSeop had nothing to do against it. Despite how wrong that was.

After an hour of those thoughts crossing his mind, the dragon abandoned the idea of a long, refreshing sleep. He simply couldn't be in peace. For starters, what was so exciting about wearing one?! He took his phone and put on Google "how to put on a latex suit", only to stop at mid sentence. Even the idea of looking for that kind of info was embarrassing, and the least he wanted was to have any questionable topic registered in his browsing history; he opened an Incognito tab to search his answer.

The first link he opened offered a very thorough explanation of the proper way to fit into one depending of the species. The pictures leave nothing to imagination, with various naked species--both male and females--depicting each step of the process. While the visual evidence suggested it wasn't an entirely homosexual practice, YongSeop was still disgusted by what he was seeing. Under his eyes, that still looked like a sinful practice, one none of his nephews should do.

And still... why was he so curious about it? The dragon frowned as he read each step of the process. He then read some experiences on a web forum. He looked for both dragons and dragonesses on latex suits, and even saw some videos of it. YongSeop couldn't understand what was so exciting about it, but his eyes darted now and then towards the drawer where Jello had the suits.

It was already past midnight when YongSeop got out of bed. He had already spend more than one hour investigating about that weird kink, and by that time the apartment was in absolute silence. He still decided to check the hallway, seeing no light either outside nor under the boys' bedrooms.

YongSeop took a suit blindly from the drawer. Luck or destiny, he took one that resembled a dragon's body, with holes for his tails and wings. It had two small zippers in the shoulders, so the only way to put it in was from the upper side. He still was doubtful about doing anything else than holding it. But just as he considered putting it back into the drawer, he turned and faced the mirror in the wall.

His reflection was there, holding the suit in front of his body just like him. But, unlike the disgusted dragon, the reflection was offering him a challenging smile. YongSeop twitched. Was that an effect of the jet lag? The lack of sleep? Maybe all the beers finally made effect. Only that could explain the sudden hallucination. The reflection started to pour some transparent substance over his chest, keeping a lewd expression during the entire process. YongSeop took a step backwards, and even tried to put the suit back into the drawer and go back to bed, but his own image was strangely arousing, and he found himself unable to move or look away.

The reflection then started to rub the substance all over his body, as if it was sunscreen. But rather than just covering him on it, it explored his body with an inexplicable desire that not even YongSeop expressed during his sexual awakening. Hell, not even some of the females with whom he slept with touched him like that. And he loved it. As his reflection started to gleam, YongSeop started to feel the lubricant and the invisible touch in his own body. He moved closer to the mirror, absorbed in the lusty image.

YongSeop put on one paw into the suit. Then the other. He slowly started to pull the latex upwards. He barely felt the fabric as it adjusted firmly to his legs, then his thighs. The tail crawled into its hole like a serpent, fitting perfectly on it. It didn't hurt at all. He didn't even notice how tight it was. YongSeop only mimicked his reflection in the mirror, who looked at him with lust and proudness in his eyes. Halfway there, the dragon put on the rest of the suit, one arm after the other, and adjusted the latex to his chest. The hole for the wings were more elastic that the rest, making it easier to get both inside. It took him a couple of tries and a bunch of movements to fit them in.

"Turn around," the reflection said. And the orange dragon obeyed. For a moment, nothing happened. But then he felt both zippers going up, then a pull that adjusted the upper part of the suit to his chest and back. YongSeop finally noticed the tight grip of the latex around his entire body. He immediately turned to face the mirror, but the reflection on it acted and looked just like him... just like him.

YongSeop saw the gleamy latex around his body. There was not a single loose section. The tight suit made more notorious the muscles of his old body; fuck, he noticed them even more under all that pressure. His hands explored the smooth surface, and he couldn't believe how pleasant it was to feel something different from the roughness of the scales--no matter where he touched, it was all smooth and cold.

"Fuck, even my ass looks bigger..." YongSeop said as he inspected his reflection in the mirror. He expected to get tired of it after a couple of seconds, but even the tightness was comforting in a weird way. It wasn't painful. Even the coldness of the lubricant and the suit were replaced by a warm feeling all around his body, one that continued getting hotter. He liked it. He liked the way it made him look and feel. And right there he started to feel the pressure building up in his groin.

... he liked it too much. The dragon didn't realize it immediately, but the more he inspected his body, the bigger his bulge became. His pecs were more sensitive, as he soon discovered after both hands rubbed and squeezed where his nipples were supposed to be. Huffing loudly, he continued his exploration. He felt even the softest caress. Arms, shoulders, belly, thighs, every part of his body was extremely sensitive to his touch. And when he reached his bulge, YongSeop clenches his fangs to prevent a moan from coming out.

It was so intense. When he put his hand over it, he noticed how hard his cock was throbbing under the thick latex. YongSeop rubbed it a couple of times, and it throbbed harder in response. And that pleasure expanded through his entire body. It made his legs shaken. His tail wagged vigorously. Even the heart beat faster against his chest.

There was no logic reason for that pleasure. It was nothing but a latex suit. And still, he continued touching and rubbing and squeezing each part of his body. With every passing second, his sensitivity increased, until it reached the point when the sole pressure of the latex and the temperature it reached was exhilarating. He stopped using his hands and just enjoyed the tight embrace around his body, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Almost there..." said a voice in front of him.

YongSeop snapped out of his trance and he desperately reached for the zippers to get the suit out of him. He had no reason to even try it in the first place! It was a sinful practice, and it disgusted him to accept that he even had curiosity for trying it. He sat on the bed to pull the rest of the suit from the firm grip it had around his legs, and threw it back into the wardrobe.

Agitated, YongSeop looked at the shapeless latex, inert in the ground and still gleaming under the light. The dragon couldn't believe he wore that awful thing. He had no reason to try something as disgusting and depraved as that. And now his body was covered in that weird lubricant. But when did he...? He saw the bottle in the ground, one he couldn't remember taking beforehand. Maybe he drank more than he could remember.

YongSeop took his shirt and tried to clean most of the lubricant out of his body. It was late to take a shower, and that might attract the boys' attention, but he had too much lube over his body and it would feel too uncomfortable to sleep like that. The dragon sneaked into the bathroom and hoped for the best; at least they had clean towels there.

Under the shower's head, YongSeop tried to scrub the lubricant from his scales. But it was strange. The sensation of the rough scales was familiar yet alien, a texture he refused to recognize as his own. He missed the smooth surface the suit offered. YongSeop blamed his drunkenness and moved that thought aside, a task that proved too hard even for him. The only thing he refused to admit was that he enjoyed the sensation of the latex against his body, and how hot he looked with it.

YongSeop closed his eyes. Even when he got the lubricant out of his scales, he still felt dirty. And ashamed. Coming out of his slit, the thick cock throbbed under the warm water. His hand trembled as it moved closer to the big shaft, pulled by the indecent thoughts that crossed the dragon's mind. But the grip around it was delightful, and he rushed to please himself.

Oh, the tightness of it. The power of its embrace. The dragon bit his lip as he craved for the latex touch once more, a sinful and disgusting desire that did nothing but excite him even more. He thought about the inert suit, sitting in the wardrobe, calling for him. Taking him for one more ride...

His climax was quick and intense. The wall got covered by the thick dragon seed, and the smell became too strong to ignore it. A guilty dragon cleaned it as fast as he could, and the forbidden desires went through the drain along with the water and his cum.

The dragon went back to bed and tried to sleep with his back against the wardrobe so he wouldn't face the sinful suit.

The next morning, YongSeop started to put his clothes into the empty drawer while Bheni prepared breakfast. The old dragon saw the suit still were he left it. He expected the entire experience was nothing but a bad dream, but the sticky latex suit was still there, with a faint smell of lubricant and sweat coming from it. He had to use his dirty shirt to pick it up, afraid of what the touch of it could provoke. The dragon put it back into the respective drawer and closed it, hoping for the temptation to vanish during the day.

But as the day progressed, the lust remained in the back of his head. From a cheerful breakfast to a quick visit to the grocery store, YongSeop couldn't get the idea out of his head. It was hard to describe, but it was somehow familiar to the first times he jerked off; even the act of self pleasure was forbidden for a teenager growing under a conservative roof, and he always fought between the urge of reaching his climax and the guilt of committing a sin. He never expected to experience that again.

YongSeop considered asking his nephews about it, an idea he quickly discarded. Danny would mock him and Jello for it, and he considered Bheni too innocent to know about that kind of practice--that said, he also had that image of Jello. With no one else to talk about it, YongSeop tried to ignore the mental image. He saw a movie and played some games with the boys, and while the need to wear the suit did lose some strength, it didn't quite leave his mind.

So when the night arrived, the orange dragon was afraid of walking into his room. He watched TV in silence, trying to keep that voice quiet. Bheni left some minutes after midnight. Danny offered him a beer, which YongSeop accepted eagerly, and the two dragons talked about some thoughts that had been crossing the red dragon.

YongSeop was happy that his nephew opened that way with him. Not only he had a chance to see the proud dragon being honest about his fears and dreams, it also gave YongSeop some time to rest. Danny changed the beer from whiskey, and his chat became a little more vivid, sharing dumb experiences they couldn't tell the night before.

"As much as I would like to join you, I have work tomorrow," Bheni, who finally got out of his room after the continuous laughs, called from the hallway.

"No one's stopping you," Danny somehow managed to say, offering him the bottle of whiskey.

"The fear of unemployment stops me," Bheni approached the duo and helped his brother to get up from the chair. "C'mon dummy, we can drink the next weekend."

"Boring," Danny complained, but did nothing to stop Bheni from taking him to his room.

"Go on, kiddo. Listen to your brother. We probably drank too much already," YongSeop added. He felt dizzy, and his legs wobbled when he stood up from the chair, but he managed to walk to his room without help.

"You're suppose to be the one giving us an example," Bheni joked, or at least that's what YongSeop heard.

He said goodnight and leave the brothers alone--by the look of it, that wasn't the first time Bheni had to take care of a drunk Danny. But as the dragon closed the door of his room, the fantasy came back to him. After evading it all day, all it took was to stand in the same place where he was the night before. A cold sweat ran down his nape as he watched the closed wardrobe, tempted by the tight embrace of the dark material.

Why did it have such a strong effect on him? Standing in front of the wardrobe, the dragon clenched his fists. He tried to understand. He wanted to. A simple piece of latex shouldn't have an effect so powerful. But as he opened the drawer once again, the different suits tempted him beyond his imagination.

YongSeop rummaged through its content. In the right corner, he found two long sleeves of black latex. When he took them out, the idea sparkled in his mind. Just a little taste of it to satisfy his hunger. As he looked up at the mirror, his reflection was looking back at him; while it mimicked his actions properly, it had a devious smile from ear to ear. It called him to put them on.

He poured some lubricant over his hands and arms. His heart was racing. Just a little taste and he would leave it for good, that's what he thought. As the dragon started to put on the sleeve, he couldn't but imagine a dragoness running her hands across the naked skin. A firm and reassuring touch he hadn't experience in years. The sleeve reached his elbow, adjusting perfectly to the size of his arm. And the fingers entered right into the glove-shaped end of the sleeve. Unlike the other night, where the pleasure came from each point of his body, that time he had an opportunity to focus on what the latex made him feel in one particular point. And the pleasure was incredible. It wasn't the fevered dream from the first time. YongSeop knew that was real. He rushed to put on the second sleeve, not even trying to hide the act under a weak straight fantasy.

The dragon looked at his arms. Where the orange scales disappeared, a black and shiny void started. It didn't even look real, the shape his arms had taken. It was a mere arm, with no characteristic features that would say it belonged to a dragon. And the movement of his fingers looked more natural than the real thing. The latex squeaked as he clenched his fists, a sound that resembled a moan in his mind. YongSeop moved one finger across his arm until he reached the end of the sleeve, and the clash against the scales finally broke through his defenses. His hand closed around the bicep, pressing the rough skin, and moved towards his chest. His other hand joined, helping him to get rid of the tank top he was wearing. He put both hands against his chest, smelling and licking the latex until he went down once more to feel the bare chest and pecs. He touched his body with desire, the same way he would want a female to touch him. And his manhood reacted to it.

YongSeop looked at the throbbing cock down below. The red piece of flesh, gleaming like the latex with pre. In the mirror, his reflection was already jerking off, in a slow and seductive manner that made the dragon tremble. He wanted to experience that, but at the same time, he realized how far he already was from just trying the latex once more. Even when he got curious about how it would feel. "Maybe just a little," the dragon muttered, just as his hand closed around the girth of his cock.

The contact of latex against flesh sent a shockwave of pleasure through his entire body. YongSeop had to put his hand against the mirror to keep balance, while the other one started to jerk off his already sensitive cock. It was so intense, beyond anything he could have imagine. The sound it made, the way it felt, the latex had a perfect grip around his cock and it stimulated every inch of it. His reflection drooled in ecstasy, or was he the one drooling? Was he the one clenching the fist against the mirror? And when he put his maw against the cold mirror surface, was really a mirror what he was touching?

Between his drunkenness and the lust, the dragon couldn't see what was real or not. And with his climax coming so quickly, reality was the last thing he cared about. YongSeop clenched his fangs as his load bursted out of his fat cock. Some seconds after, between the intense pleasure of his orgasm, he felt the hot seed covering his groin and belly. He saw his reflection, covered in sticky cum, right before he passed out...

He expecting everthing to be nothing but a bad dream, but after he woke up, the dragon knew it happened. Covered under the blanket, YongSeop saw his clothes in the ground and the stains of cum covering the mirror. He apparently took off the sleeves, but those were nowhere to be found. Still, knowing that he did what he did was a severe offense already. He had nothing against jerking off, but not under the influence of those filthy and disgusting fantasies, neither using those things.

The dragon covered his face in shame. He wasn't gay. He never experienced an attraction over another male. He was a stud. Dozens of females moaned in pleasure while his cock fucked their tight pussies. He was a straight and masculine dragon. And yet, his own reflection turned him on more than any other female did in the past. But not because he adored his own imagen. No, YongSeop saw his reflection through another eyes. He saw his image as if he was someone else.

And those fucking suits were to blame...! The dragon jumped out of the bed and pulled the drawer out, throwing all the latex suits to the floor in the process. But as he observed the gleamy suits, that lust came back to him. There were so many... so different from each other... and they were all calling him to wear them...

"Everything's fine, uncle?" Bheni called, pulling him out of his trance.

"Y-yeah. I'll be out in a minute," YongSeop said.

He waited until he couldn't hear Bheni's steps, and put the drawer back in place. He then took some of the unfolded suits by instinct, and the texture made him stop. Oh, how exciting would it be to try it.

"Do it," said a voice in his head. "Put it on. You know you want to."

He could wear it under his clothes. Yes. No one would notice it. No one but him... and the dragon in the mirror.

YongSeop shook his head and hurried to put the collection back into the drawer. The last thing he wanted was to try those damn things again. He did it the night before, and that was it. The dragon left the room to take a bath, decided not to think about it no more.

But that was promise he couldn't keep. Not after his bath. Not after breakfast. YongSeop couldn't get out of his head the unbearable desire to wear the latex again. The boxers. And the sleeves. The pants. Even the full suit. The dragon imagined himself in so many different scenarios. He fantasized with the sound it made, and the smell and taste it had. And the more he thought about it, the guiltier he felt for being excited over things like that. YongSeop couldn't stop himself from associating those practices with homosexuality, and he refused to accept he had that kind of preferences. And yet, that guilt did nothing but excite him even more.

He hid his boner the entire day. The fat cock refused to go back into the slit, and covered his underwear with pre. It was humiliating. YongSeop was no longer a teenager to react that way, and yet, he did everything in his power to prevent his nephews from seeing the throbbing erection he was carrying.

The idea of just leaving the apartment crossed his mind, but that would only make the younger dragons ask what happened, and he knew that wouldn't stop his thirst from trying the suit again. He was trapped.

And when the night finally came, YongSeop had to face that temptation once again. Standing in front of the wardrobe, he took the first piece of latex he found. The black boxers looked extremely tight. At first sight, it looked almost impossible to fit into them. The dragon doubted, even when he was fully naked already, and considered putting them back into the drawer. But his reflection, standing close to the mirror, had the boxers already on, showing them how they looked on him. Was that thing real? Or was just his lusty mind playing tricks? YongSeop couldn't find an answer, not under the effects of that tempting image.

Despite his doubts, he put on the boxers with no trouble with help of the lubricant. The dragon let the firm grip close around his hips, and succumbed almost immediately to the pleasure it provoked him. It was so tight, so warm, his cock couldn't control itself and jumped out of the slit, only to find the strong latex blocking its path. YongSeop rubbed his bulge, tempted to cum right there, at that precise moment. He wouldn't mind.

But his lust had something else in mind. The horny dragon walked towards the mirror. His hot image was there, tempting him to enjoy the touch of another male. YongSeop pressed his bulge against the mirror. He squeezed and rubbed the fat cock, thinking the surface was another male's bulge. He looked at his reflection, and licked it while thinking he was kissing the male in the mirror. And the lust slowly started to turn those filthy fantasies into something real...

He noticed the warm breath and the wet mouth, and heard the squeaky sound both bulges made. It made him tremble. And his reflection was there to hold him. The hands that came from the mirror keep him close to it, but as the reflection walked out, it lost any resemble with the orange dragon. While it still had the same body build, the scales were dark and shiny, with orange strips on arms and legs, right where YongSeop had the black ones. Eyes like emeralds, shining for the orange dragon. But everything else was entirely black, and when YongSeop took him in his arms, he discovered that the skin was entirely made of latex.

In any other circumstance, he would have lost his mind. But at that moment, the lust was too strong for him to care about anything else, whether if it was logic or not. YongSeop kissed his other him and rubbed both bulges as fast as he could. The sound it made, the way it felt, the dragon had no words to describe what he was experiencing. Not one single sexual intercourse he had could compare to that. The dark version of himself matched the same passion in the kiss he gave him, forcing his tongue deep into YongSeop's mouth, giving him little space to breath.

It felt so wrong. And yet, that was what made it so exciting. The dragon felt the barriers in his mind crushed by that male's desire. He hated being pleased like that by someone of the same genre, but he couldn't deny the excitement it provoked. He succumbed to him. When he looked at those shiny eyes, he felt threatened, but at the same time, he felt safe.

His legs trembled. The climax was getting close. YongSeop never imagined rubbing could be that pleasant. The only thing keeping both cocks apart was a thin cover of latex. And he wanted it to stay that way. Not because he felt disgust over the other cock, but the way it felt was more exciting than the idea of jerking him off. It was so hot. His cock was leaking pre like a faucet, and that did nothing but make it more slippery inside the boxer.

"I-I'm gonna cum," he managed to whisper, trembling between the dark dragon's embrace.

"Good. Cum for me. Show me how much you love it," the other dragon replied.

And as he commanded, YongSeop came inside the tight boxers, keeping his mouth shut to prevent the moans from coming out, like the cum coming from his sensitive cock. An even bigger load than the night before, it got trapped inside the latex, until the seal around his hips and thighs couldn't hold it any longer. The messy orgasm leaked down his legs and squirted from the hips, staining the black dragon's belly.

YongSeop felt weak. Defeated. Humiliated. And he also felt relieved. As the dark dragon rubbed the rest of his body, YongSeop realized how free he truly was in the embrace of that hallucination. He kissed him deeply, and he let the dark version of himself to lead the kiss, feeling the long tongue reaching deeply into his throat. Until he started to ran out of air, and faded into his arms...

Something changed the next morning. The dragon was still ashamed after what he did the night before, but he found a powerful excitement coming from that shame. The powerful, proud and stubborn dragon discovered how much he loved to be under the control of someone else. And he loved it. It was an entirely new experience, something he never considered possible. And it was his secret. The old dragon realized later that day that that was exactly what he loved the most, keeping it a secret from everyone but himself and the other one.

Not for a single moment it crossed through his head to question the nature of whatever came through the mirror, for he believed it was real. He was real. And he provoked him an orgasm that words alone couldn't describe. His curiosity made him search--and after several doubtful minutes--gay porn on Internet, but not a single video excited him. But the memory of his reflection? That provoked a boner in mere seconds. So it wasn't really a male attraction, only an attraction to himself. And as the dragon continued exploring his body, he realized how sexy and attractive he truly was.

Each night, YongSeop waited for the boys to sleep so he could try a new piece of latex. The sleeves and the boxers, then some trousers, a tight shirt, and even a dragon mask. And each night, the reflection came to play with him. He praised his appearance and the appeal of his body. He told him how to wear the latex properly. And when the dragon was ready, he came out of the mirror to rub both bodies and bulges, showing YongSeop the pleasure of being dominated.

The old dragon couldn't describe how much he loved those encounters. The orgasms, the smell of cum, the squeaky sound of the latex and the pleasure of feeling it around his body. It made him feel young once again. And it came from the least expected place. YongSeop made love to that mirror and to that dragon in a way he never did with any other female in his life.

That was, until the day he finally screwed things up.

After almost two weeks, the orange dragon finally took the courage to wear the full suit one more time. It was the first piece he tried, and the one that set him into that world.

"You're gonna look amazing on it," the reflection said after noticing the doubtful look on YongSeop's eyes.

"Do you think so?" He asked.

"Of course you will. Look how good I look on it," and the reflection gave a 360° slow turn to model the perfect dark suit covering his body.

And of course YongSeop would look excellent on it. It looked like him, after all. There was no reason for him to look worse than the dragon standing in the mirror. It was hard to keep his cock inside the slit as he started to fantasize about being in full suit with the other dragon. The other dragon. He was no longer thinking about him as just a mere reflection, but as a real being with whom he could sleep with.

YongSeop took the lubricant and started to smear it all over his body. "Yes, just like that," the dark dragon said, rubbing his own bulge as YongSeop covered himself with the cold substance. It was embarrassing, but exciting at the same time. He never considered that a second life could bring him so much joy and pleasure.

The dragon stepped into the open suit and slowly pulled it up. The legs went in easily, followed by the rest of the body. It was still strange having to wear it that way. He couldn't think of any other cloth piece that had to be put on like that. But it was its enchant. And it made him experience the constant touch of latex starting right from his paws. For a moment, he pictured the suit like the maw of a beast, slowly engulfing his prey--it made YongSeop felt somehow powerless, and he loved that feeling. When the suit reached his hips, he knew he was trapped and unable to do anything else. His tail invaded the respective opening, moving like a snake through a burrow. The suit devoured the rest of his body in a swift movement, and the dragon found inside the warm and tight embrace. His wings went into their respective sleeve--unlike the last time, that part felt more elastic than the last time, but as soon as the wings opened, the latex became almost like a second skin, adjusting itself to the size and shape of his wings. Even before he closed the zippers, YongSeop trembled and moaned at the pressure that the suit was already applying at his body. He adjusted the upper part of it, closed one zipper... and then the other. And it sealed perfectly.

YongSeop felt his legs getting weaker by the second. It was so intense. The first time was a weird experience, but after trying each piece at a slower pace, he was more prepared to enjoy each aspect of what the full suit had to offer. Instead of going right at his bulge, the dragon explored the rest of his body carefully. The entire suit felt completely different, and even his body looked better than what he remembered. When he took it the first time, YongSeop took a random suit that luckily fit with his body type. But that night, it was like wearing something made to his exact size. The latex felt almost alive, with the muscles looking more defined and having no trouble to move his limbs. Even his wings opened with no trouble.

"It was especially made for you," the reflection told him. YongSeop got closer to the mirror and admired the dragon at the other side. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah..." he whispered, lost in the perfect body before him.

"I like it too. I can't imagine seeing you wearing any other thing."

YongSeop wanted to touch him. His hand doubted, afraid of taking the initiative. So far it had been the other dragon who usually made the first movement, either getting out of the mirror or pulling him closer to him. YongSeop wanted to do it for once, but he couldn't cross that line. What was left of his pride and stubbornness kept him from acting.

"You are too old to worry about what others might think about you," the other dragon said, coming out of the mirror. YongSeop looked at him with surprise in his eyes. "I've seen you. You love this, but you can't accept it. You have to defend your pride, despite being too old for others to care about what you do with your life. And I don't say old as an insult," the clone moved a finger across YongSeop's chin. "As a matter of fact, I think that's the most irresistible trait you have. But you should start by stop caring about everything and just enjoy the moment."

With little effort, the clone threw YongSeop at the bed. He then jumped over him, pressing both maws together and holding his arms so he couldn't move or fight.

"I'm gonna show you how good your life could be without that pride," the clone announced, and just like that, he gave YongSeop a deep and passionate kiss, one that took his breath away.

He felt powerless. The clone wasn't by any means stronger than him, and yet, YongSeop couldn't do something to change the situation. No... he didn't want to do it. He liked it that way. For years he fought to be the one in control of everything, taking the initiative and telling everyone what to do. Now, he was the one being controlled, as he had been since the first moment he put on that suit. And he loved that. He couldn't explain why--or maybe there wasn't a reason for it. All he knew was that he loved being under that masculine dragon.

Immobilized, YongSeop offered no resistance when the clone mimicked a pounding movement. The long tongue invading his throat didn't allow a sound to came out of it, except for a muffle moan that was barely audible. Both bulged rubbing together, throbbing under their latex prison. But, unlike the first time, it wasn't just their bulges being stimulated, but their bodies too. Each part of YongSeop's body became more sensitive thanks to the lubricant, and he felt each movement made by the clone. The pleasure became bigger than what he could imagine. He squeezed his fists and curled his toes, wanting to ask the clone to stop and at the same time expecting him to continue.

The lust became a dense fog in his mind in which his pride disappeared from sight. All YongSeop could think of was the clone and his massive bulge. And when his thirst increased, the dragon started to cross his own limits. The latex disappeared in his mind, and the clone's cock invaded his slit, having both members rubbing inside him, trapped in a tight hole and leaking huge loads of pre.

He wanted to scream and moan and beg for more, but the tongue silenced him. His hands grasped to the clone's shoulders, ignoring how soft his skin felt, and how easily his fingers went into it. The dragon curled his toes, drinking the saliva coming from the clone's maw, the thick and cold and never-ending drool, until everything was black...

YongSeop woke up the next morning and went out of his room to have breakfast with his nephews. Both Bheni and Danny were giggling and sharing looks, just like they did when they were kids waiting to pull out his prank. The older dragon had to check his food, his seat and even the cutlery to see what was so funny, but nothing was out of place.

However, when they finished, YongSeop offered himself to wash the dishes. Bheni thanked him for the help and mumbled something to Danny, who was still giggling like a kid.

"Hey, Bheni, have you seen the gloves?" YongSeop asked as he looked around the sink.

Danny couldn't hold it any longer. The loud laugh caught YongSeop's attention. "Didn't know you were into those too, uncle."

"Huh?" He looked at the brothers. Danny was still laughing. Bheni was doing it too, although he tried to be more discrete, looking away with a hand covering his maw.

"Sorry. Look under the sink," Bheni said after he calmed down.

"Or I could bring you another pair. Maybe a tighter one?" Danny suggested.

"Or black, I guess," Bheni added.

It slowly started to make sense to him. And with each piece falling into place, YongSeop couldn't but feel horrified at the realization of what the boys were talking about. He wanted to believe it was all a mistake, maybe just a silly joke. Yes, it should be that. After all, they loved to play jokes all the time. They were just playing one on him.

But their expressions didn't change. The brothers looked at him with a cheeky smile that said "busted", and YongSeop had no choice but to accept what he feared the most. He made a recollection of everything he did last night, step by step, until he questioned if he put on the lock on the door or not.

"S-sorry uncle. I came into your room last night and found you sleeping in that... thing," Bheni started to explain, but the words didn't came clear as he continued laughing, "well, I don't judge you for what you like."

"I wasn't expecting you and Jello had so much in common," Danny mocked him.

"Wait..." YongSeop couldn't find what to say. His secret. His dirty little secret, now accidentally discovered by his nephews. And by a dumb accident like that.

"Is even comfortable? It looked very stiff to me," there was no way to say if Bheni was asking that seriously.

"Jello said it is."

"Jello is made of goo. It doesn't make a difference to him."

YongSeop stopped listening to what the brothers said. He slowly started to sink into his own shame, only seeing the dragons laughing and looking at him. How stupid he was. How hypocritical he was! Now the boys would know him for being a perverted old male. His own pride got crushed under the shame and guilt he felt at that moment, and the pleasure from the previous nights became a sour memory.

Without saying anything, YongSeop left towards his room. Bheni and Danny, still laughing, tried to stop him, but the dragon didn't hear what they said, and locked the door behind him.

Rage, shame, fear. YongSeop clenched his fists, frustrated of not knowing how he should felt about it. Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he tried to go through his options. Through any option. But everything was blank in his mind. Not a single solution came to him. Not a single word to explain or even comfort himself. He was alone. The masculine dragon cried quietly, as his nephews asked him to came out to talk about it.

"They wanna mock you". His reflection was standing in front of the mirror. The dark clone retained his masculine look, along the dark latex suit covering the entire body except his head. YongSeop knew only him could help him now.

"I'm an idiot," he said.

"For what?"

"For this. For liking this stuff!" He exclaimed, trying not to speak too loud so the boys wouldn't hear it. He looked at the wardrobe, disgusted once again over the latex suits.

"For liking something new? What would that be so bad?" The dark close stepped out of the mirror.

"Because I shouldn't like this. I'm a male. I shouldn't look into these crap!"

"Wow, easy there, buddy," the clone took his hands. His touch managed to calm him down. YongSeop looked at the clone, glad to see he was there for him. "People can change. There is nothing wrong with being attracted to something like this. You are free to explore and discover new things! It's your life. Do whatever you want with it."

"But I..." YongSeop started to said, only to be stopped by one of the clone fingers.

"This is good. This is something you enjoy. Don't feel ashamed of it," the clone pressed both maws together, giving YongSeop a reassurance lick.

"They make me feel it's wrong..."

"That's a very childish attitude. And bad kids should be punished, don't you think?" the clone whispered those words to him, giving another lick, this time at his neck, while moving his hands up and down his muscular chest.

"Punished... yes..."

"For mocking you."

"For mocking me."

"They should respect you."

"They should respect me."

The words echoed in his head. It became the only idea he could think of. Punish them. Give them a lesson. They must behave and respect their elders. They should pay for mocking him. The doubt and fear and shame vanished from his mind as the wish for vengeance became the only voice he heard.

The clone turned his back to YongSeop. An invisible zipper made an opening going from the top of his head to the tip of his tail, and the dark dragon opened entirely, revealing himself an empty shell of the same dark color, with a gleaming substance pouring from the inside. YongSeop knew it was made to fit in it. He swallowed and trembled with anticipation. There were no holes where his face was suppose to go; as soon as that thing closed, the dragon wouldn't see anything else. And instead of feeling terrified, the thought of it did nothing but excite him even more.

One paw went it. Unlike the suit, the clone changed his size so the body could slide in without trouble, then closed around the limb. Even with just one paw inside, the sensation was incredible. Even the space around his toes was perfectly sealed, and yet, he didn't found troubles moving them. The dragon put in the other paw, and the sensation was the same. The dragon extended his arms forward, and he saw the suit move on its own to cover the rest of his body.

At first, he thought of a vacuum-sealed suit. But as the clone started to wrap around his body, YongSeop knew that the dark skin was fusing with his. He felt it. Little tendrils closing around the scales to keep the suit in place, a perfect second skin made to size. At first, the dark skin covered just the front of his body, leaving the head intact. The arms went in like a sleeve, and the seal started from his claws. Then, the suit started to close from the tip of his tail. YongSeop couldn't move. The horny dragon breathed heavily, feeling the slow advance of the seal reaching his hips, then moving up his back. A moan escaped as the wrap became tighter. The seal reached his nape, and YongSeop saw the black mask in front of him. Absolute darkness. He knew that the suit wouldn't open ever again, and if it did, he wouldn't be the same. And even with that thought in mind, the dragon smiled and welcomed the abyss.

The dark body relaxed. For some seconds it remained still, like a doll. Then he arched his back. The bones cracked as the already muscular dragon grew in size. Arms, legs, chest, each muscle of his body became bigger and stronger. His tails lashed violently. The dragon growled. The features started to appear in the face. When he opened his maw, remains of a goo-looking substance stretched and snapped. He looked at the mirror with a feral expression, drooling dark goo from the open maw.

"Well, well, well. I can't believe how good I look." It was still his voice. And he was still YongSeop. He knew that. But at the same time, he felt someone else looking through his eyes and speaking with his maw. It was a familiar feeling, one he couldn't identify.

He had to duck to get through the door. Once in the hallway, the dark dragon smelled the air. Bheni wasn't there, and Danny was in his room. Good. He advanced slowly, leaving a trace of goo in his path. Even through the door he could hear the music coming from Danny's headphones. Easy prey. The huge dragon entered the room and found the older brother in bed, his eyes closed and headphones to the max. Pranking Danny had always been the easiest thing in the world.

Moving his paw to the rhythm, Danny didn't hear nor smell the dark goo dragon approaching him. He was trying to think of a good way to apology. Maybe he went too far. After all, he was family. Maybe a dinner at a nice restaurant or a nice gift. As he went through his options, he felt something cold dripping over him. By the time he opened his eyes, YongSeop was already over him, drooling goo from his open maw. Instead of screaming, Danny took his headphones, just as his uncle licked his lips.

"Hello, brother," YongSeop said, and a tentacle-shaped tongue invade the dragon's maw. Danny twitched under his body, but his struggle was useless. The dark dragon started to inject his goo, and it quickly spurted out of Danny's maw. It then expanded all over the red dragon's body, starting from the head, until it was completely covered in a latex-looking suit with no facial features. YongSeop pulled out his tongue, and the body became rigid, trapped by the sentient goo in which he was trapped.

Easier than he expected, YongSeop moved out of the bed and looked at the cocoon he made. He was getting better at it. The latex was perfectly sealed throughout the body. No air bubbles or loosen parts were visible. It would be an excellent part of his collection.

"I should have knew this was your idea!" A voice called from outside. When YongSeop looked through the door, he found Bheni standing at the opposite end of the hallway. "Get out of uncle's body."

"Oh, little brother! I didn't hear you coming back. Don't you think we look fantastic, Bheni? I can't remember the last time I feel so alive."

"Yeah, yeah, very funny, Jello. Now leave it."

YongSeop smiled. Or was it Jello? No, both smiled. YongSeop was the one looking at Bheni. And so was Jello. As he stepped out of Danny's bedroom, the older dragon realized that he was seeing and speaking and acting and thinking from two different minds. Jello was with him inside that suit. The kinky and trickster brother had been with him from the very beginning.

"The original plan was to trap Danny. I knew he would eventually walk into my room. I wasn't expecting uncle's visit, tho, but it worked better than what I expected."

"This is weird even for your standards. There was no reason to get uncle into it!"

"Oh, but I liked it, Bheni. I must say, it was weird at first, and I was afraid to dwell deeper into it. Now I see why so many people like this."

Bheni swallowed. It was hard to tell who was talking. He already experienced Jello's dirty tricks once, and having that other voice in his head was an experience hard to describe.

"Uncle, I'm sorry for mocking you early. I should have been more comprehensible instead. It just took me by surprise, that's all."

"Oh, don't worry. We're not really angry," YongSeop covered the distance between him and Bheni in a swift movement. The blue dragon had no time to react when the huge arms closed around him. "We just wanna give you a little lesson."

Bheni tried to get free, but YongSeop was too strong for him. And to make things worse, the goo started to spread to his own body. He felt the little tendrils of goo moving through the scales. The blue dragon looked up and saw the hungry maw drooling goo over his face.

"Why don't you give your uncle a kiss, kiddo?" YongSeop asked, just as he pressed both maws together to gave Bheni a long and passionate kiss. A sudden lust took over him. His heart raced as the long tongue invaded his throat, filling him with the dark goo Jello produced.

Both inside and outside were slowly covered in the strange substance. Bheni stopped his struggle. He wasn't interested in getting away from uncle's embrace. All he wanted was to keep kissing him. More and more and more. Even when his eyes were covered by the goo and he faded into darkness, all he wanted was to stay close to YongSeop, kissing him...

"Uncle! Hope you're doing well! How's the apartment looking? You better invite us one of these days. Anyway, I just wanna let you know my brothers are awake and fine. They just had a very bad headache. And no, they don't remember anything, I made sure of it. And I know we talked already about it, but I wanna apologize again for, well, tricking you into all of this. But I'm glad you discovered something new! And... yeah, I gotta admit, it was pretty hot merging with you. Call me if you wanna do it again, or if you wanna try our suits. It could be fun. Love ya!"

The message ended. A naked YongSeop walked out of the bathroom, already covered in lubricant. That was the fourth time Jello apologized for what he did. A dirty trick, but he was glad he pulled it out with him.

"Trying the suits... that's a good idea," the dragon said, opening a drawer to take the little gift Jello made for him. As he started to get into the freshly made suit, he remembered what the goo dragon said.

"These ones are special. I made it from my own goo. It can adjust to any body size and maintain a connection with the original model. Try not to go too wild with it, you might not know where the other person are."

When he closed the suit, YongSeop had taken Bheni's appearance. It was a perfect replica of him, with the only difference being the height. YongSeop ran his hands across the body, and stopped at his bulge. The dragon's cock was already hard and throbbing under the latex. YongSeop smiled, and took his Magic Wand from the same drawer where the suit was.

"Well, nephew, time for your lesson."

Somewhere far away from there, Bheni trembled at the sudden pulse of pleasure coming from his slit...