“Okay. I won’t do it.”
“…Ah. Yeah. Good thinking.”
“That place is a no, so here is fine, right?”
The honeybee, who had been staring off with a sunken expression, lost in worries he didn’t dare voice, finally screamed when the spider slipped a hand behind his knees, spread his legs wide, and scattered kisses between his cheeks. How could someone with a face so impossibly perfect and balanced have such a completely deranged brain inside!? That place isn’t allowed, so this place is okay?? How does anyone’s train of thought jump like that!?
“Hani, no, haaah! No, ah—!”
A small, firm nose rubbed against his perineum, and soft flesh brushed the sensitive entrance. As if overlapping lips, full lips lightly pressed against the plump opening several times, turning the honeybee’s darkened face into a bright red tomato. Then the lips parted just slightly, and flesh was gently drawn inside. Unlike before, when he’d given him a “lesson,” he didn’t suck hard—he rolled his tongue softly, caressing him instead.
“No, no, stop….”
“Hehe. You say that, but look—see how it’s twitching and opening wider, begging me to lick you deeper?”
He didn’t want to admit it, but it was exactly as Hurel said. Now the spider sharpened his tongue almost like a probe, thrusting it insistently and forcing Blaine into helpless screams. At some point, Hurel gently stroked the upright, proudly pointing length between them as if it were adorable, whispering sweetly.
“I told you before, didn’t I? Once you get a taste of being licked here, there’s no going back.”
“Don’t—don’t say that to it—aaah!”
As if the slightly opened hole were an ear canal, Hurel brought his lips close and murmured softly into it. When Blaine wailed, Hurel snorted in amusement, gave him a light peck, then spread the entrance open with his fingers and lazily circled the inside with his tongue. Tears brimmed in the honeybee’s pale blue eyes. He wanted to push him away—he had to—but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried.
“Hic, ah—hngh….”
He had to admit it. Hurel was right, a hundred times over. Once he’d tasted it, there was no way he could reject this anymore. Deep inside his belly, something burned and tickled, growing impatient. Deeper. Further in. Please.
That was when the change happened.
“Hik…?!”
His nipples itched unbearably. And they were hot. It felt like being stabbed, scratched, tormented by a hundred needles at once. Pain, ticklishness, raw itch—everything struck together, and intensely. He couldn’t even tell whether the sharp, tearing pain was coming from the outside or welling up from within.
Like someone subconsciously reaching for a mosquito bite on their back, Blaine’s body moved before his mind, his hands flying up to his chest. He just wanted to scratch—hard—to get some relief. This wasn’t a simple itch. It was maddening, unbearable.
“Uh—w-what the hell!?”
But his hands were stopped. Hurel grabbed his wrists, smiling brightly like a flower, then gathered Blaine’s hands together and lifted them above his head. When Hurel’s pale hands withdrew, Blaine tried again to reach his chest—and failed miserably.
“W-what? Hani! What is this…!?”
His wrists were tightly bound with thin, snow-white threads. The threads extended and were fastened around a tree stump, making it impossible for him to lower his arms or escape. Arching his head back to confirm it, Blaine’s body shuddered as the itch surged again.
“Hani—ngh, please, undo it, undo it! It’s so itchy, please, let me go!”
“Where does it itch?”
“My chest—my chest… it itches so bad—I’m going crazy, ugh!”
If his wrists had been free, he would’ve scratched his chest raw, until it bled. That was how unbearably itchy it was. He couldn’t see anything else anymore.
“Here?”
“Haah—!”
A long, pale finger reached out and pinched hard at the flesh beneath his nipple. The itch faded with the hair-raising pain—but only for a moment. Soon, the maddening itch returned, making his toes curl and his hips jerk.
“There—not there, it’s not there… ah, no—no…!”
“Hm? Then maybe here? Or here?”
“No—ah, ngh! No, I—please… undo it, I—hngh!”
No longer bothering to hide his giggling laughter, Hurel poked and prodded here and there across the honeybee’s dark, resilient chest. The trembling honeybee had begun to leak clear, sticky fluid from below, little by little.
“You need to explain it properly if you want me to touch you, you know.”
“P-please… un-tie… my wrists….”
“Why should I? Bee-Bee just needs to say it nicely and smartly. That’s easier, isn’t it?”
When Hurel cupped his large chest from underneath with both hands and kneaded it gently, Blaine shuddered like a bug struck by electricity, drool spilling between his parted lips. Hurel licked it up lightly, gave him a soft kiss, and whispered sweetly.
“Bee-Bee, be a good boy and say it properly. This spot is itchy, right?”
“Haah!”
The tip of a thumb barely brushed the outer edge of his areola. The strong honeybee, vehemently shaking his head as tears scattered down, finally raised the white flag under the spider’s persistent kisses, temptations, and teasing caresses.
“Hic—Hani, Hani… my n-nipples… itch, ngh… there, so much….”
He couldn’t even finish his sentence, sobbing as his face flushed bright red. Like rewarding a well-behaved child, the spider sucked his lower lip—then sharply twisted and yanked both nipples.
“Aaaahh!”
“Haha, you’re so cute. Bee-Bee, look at this.”
Look at how red and squashed this is, he said—but the honeybee was in no state to listen. Lightning flashed before his eyes, thunder crashing in his ears. From the twisted nipples, stabbing pain and pleasure surged through his veins, flooding every corner of his body.
“Haah—!”
“Ahaha, did getting your chest touched do you in? You’re really a sly one.”
“Ah… hngh….”
Panting and crying, the honeybee wasn’t even allowed a moment’s rest. Just when would this cursed itch finally disappear? Sniffling, Blaine lifted his head to look down at his chest—then his eyes flew wide and he gasped in horror.
“W-what… how did this…!”
His nipples, once small, pale, and flat, were now swollen like they’d been bitten by a swarm of mountain mosquitoes, burning a vivid, fiery red. Nearly a third of his chest looked like it had been overtaken by them. His areolae were so puffed up that the nipples were buried deep, stretched tight and swollen.
“What—what is this, all of a sudden—hic, guh—so itchy…!”
Even in the midst of the maddening itch and utter confusion, the honeybee struggled to force his sluggish mind to think. What is this? An allergy? Something he ate wrong? Rolling around in the grass? Getting bitten by some bug…
A bug…
“Aaaah!”
The insanity-inducing itch abruptly dulled. Or rather, it was drowned out by an overwhelming sensation surging upward like a tidal wave. His breath caught, mouth hanging open, yet no air came in. A strangled groan tore out as Blaine tensed his thighs. Veins stood out in his neck, his chest heaving violently.
“Ngh—Bee-Bee, ease up a bit… it’s too tight.”
“Ah—nghh, ngh!”
Even with his head clouded and his thoughts barely functioning, the honeybee shook his head and clamped down harder below. The creature in front of him—making him suffer like this—he hated it. He wanted him to hurt too. With that single thought, he tightened further, drawing out a deeper, simmering moan from Hurel’s throat.
“Hah—!”
“I said—loosen up. Hoo….”
His nipples, once plush and soft, had gone stiff and taut, hard to pinch properly. Even so, Hurel forcibly twisted them, making the honeybee cry out in a pitiful, piercing scream and throw his head back.
The spider didn’t miss that moment. He shoved his cock straight into the searing heat within. With his temperature already so high, the intrusion had long since softened him until he was molten, like pulled taffy—there was nothing left to hinder the entry.
“Aaaah! Ngh—khk….”
