Sun Hang felt something suddenly appear beneath his buttocks. Although he could feel through his pants that the surface of this thing seemed to be covered with slick and slimy mucus, the actual "seat feeling" was quite good—soft, resilient, and very bouncy... though still not quite as good as Mr. Wang's butt, but not too far off either.
Especially... there were no sharp scales to jab into him.
Shortly after, a melodious classical music drifted into his ears.
Sun Hang glanced around the place, realizing he was in a room where the walls, floor, ceiling, and even the furniture were covered with a layer of bizarre fleshy membrane. The thing under him was a large sofa, but its surface was wrapped in a thick layer of flesh, making it look less like a sofa and more like an alien creature crouched on the ground.
