“A promise…?”
“You forgot? How irresponsible. You promised you’d throw all that wasp nonsense away and come back with me. That we’d live together. Just the two of us.”
“What are you talking about… I never—”
Not even in his dreams did Blaine remember ever saying something like that. More than that, the man standing before him no longer looked like Hurel, nor even like a living being. No living creature could wear such an artificial, expressionless face and move with such complete absence of emotion. He was so terrified that tears began to drip down on their own.
“Blaine, I really wanted to be good to you. You know that, right?”
“N-no, don’t, don’t touch me, hhk!”
A hand suddenly reached out and began fiddling with the entrance of the hole, then the thumb pressed down firmly on his perineum. A sharp electric shock shot from where the finger touched all the way up to the back of his head, aching violently.
“Y-your hand… take it off! Right now!”
“Blaine isn’t listening to me either. So why should I listen to you?”
“D-don’t… ahh! Hhngh!”
Fingernails scraped down his tender skin, and then merciless pressure was applied to the spot that now throbbed with a stinging pain. Pain and pleasure mingled, flashing white before his eyes. His whole body burned as if embers were rolling through his veins.
“Ahh, looks like everything I put in the back has melted away. See?”
“Hhuu… hhuh… ngh…”
His stomach felt like a swamp, as if his organs were twisting and tangling together. Blaine tried desperately to move his legs, but the pain in his abdomen only grew more horrific by the second. Finally, he could no longer move at all, going limp. His ragged breathing grew louder and louder.
“Hani, stop… why… hh, it hurts, Hani.”
“Poor thing. At this rate your belly will burst and you’ll die, Blaine. Without saving a single one of your comrades.”
“Ugh… hhgh?”
From Blaine’s eyes, shaken by shock as they stared into that indifferent gaze, tears poured down like a bursting waterfall. Looking into those cruelly cold eyes, a sickening certainty settled in. He wasn’t joking. He really did mean to leave him like this. To let him die here with his stomach ruptured.
“U-ugh, no… it hurts… hhngh… kgh.”
The death creeping closer was terrifying beyond words, and his stomach hurt so badly that cold sweat streamed down his body. The intensifying pain dulled even his fear. At this rate, his belly really would burst. Please, do something. It hurts too much. He wanted to die.
“U-ugh… hhngh… Hani…”
“……”
“Hani, p-please, save me… it hurts so much… hhngh.”
Why wasn’t there an answer? Why wasn’t there even the slightest movement? Blaine sobbed, screaming inside his head. More than fear, more than pain, that icy gaze hurt the most—it scared him terribly. He desperately wished Hurel wouldn’t look at him like that. Tears surged uncontrollably.
“H-Hani… why… w-what did I do wrong… ugh… it hurts… hhck.”
Up until this morning—no, up until just moments ago—hadn’t those eyes been dripping with honey as they looked at him? Hadn’t that gentle, tender voice whispered sweet words to him? Why had it suddenly become like this? His heart hurt as much as his body, and that made it even more unbearable.
“Ah… ah… waaah…”
When soft flesh brushed gently against his forehead, Blaine’s face crumpled disgracefully as his body trembled. That feather-light stimulation—that caress—seemed to ease the pain, if only by the tiniest amount. Like a creature clinging to a single thin rope of salvation, Blaine latched onto it desperately.
“M-my stomach… it hurts… auugh… hhk, there…”
Tender, moist flesh settled against his nipples, still red and swollen from venom that hadn’t fully drained. Even with his overheated body, it was far too much to endure. The ticklish sensation instantly transformed into pain, like being seared with molten lead.
“Blaine, did you hate doing it with me?”
“Hhngh… hhk… khh.”
Despite Hurel’s low, dry voice, the breath brushing his nipples was unbearably hot and wet. Even so, the honeybee forced himself to endure with every last shred of will—until just two fingers pinched and lifted his nipple, and he collapsed.
“Answer me. Did you hate it when I touched you here,”
“Hhhaah! Ngh!”
“when I pressed down on you like this,”
“Eek, n-no, hnnngh! Ah!”
“and when I fucked you here?”
The finger rubbing his hole pushed its first joint inside. Instead of going deeper, it rotated, spreading wetness just inside the entrance. With his wrists and ankles bound together and his hips lifted toward the sky, there was no way to stop the spider’s hand.
Did he hate it? Even when he tried not to remember, the past flooded his mind like a panoramic film. Being forced to spread his legs while his underside was obsessively licked. Fingers shoved inside him and brutally rummaging around. His chest gathered and kneaded over and over. It had all been humiliating. All confusing. And all of it…
“G-good…”
“Say it clearly. Louder.”
“G-good… it felt good.”
“Say it properly, Blaine.”
Now two joints deep, the fingers stirred his inner walls in circles, rubbing against the slick, flooding mucosa. It heated his body intensely, yet it wasn’t deep enough to deliver the spine-tingling, finger-numbing pleasure he craved. From his throat down to his stomach, everything itched with desperate impatience, as if he’d swallowed a handful of downy feathers.
“I liked… being fucked… it felt good… hh…”
“And when I touch you here?”
“Hhngh! G-good… hhnh!”
Two fingers pinched and twisted his nipple mercilessly, drawing out a yearning moan from Blaine. As he thrashed, the threads tightened even further, biting into the flesh of his thighs.
“I worked so hard to satisfy you, Blaine… and this is how you repay me.”
“Hhiik… ah, too hard… if you push like—ah! Hhaaah!”
The fingers he’d secretly wished would go deeper suddenly slammed all the way in at once, up to the root. They didn’t explore or caress his inner walls—just pistoned in mechanically, again and again.
“So I made up my mind. I won’t let this slide anymore.”
“Ahh!”
“I’m taking you straight home. Our home, up in the red cedar tree. Forget about finding wasp bases or whatever other bullshit.”
Thanks to the melted residue inside, obscene, squelching sounds echoed. At some point, the spider had already slipped three fingers into his back. The sharp pain of being forced open only lasted the first few seconds.
“You cried because you don’t have a stinger, right? No need to worry at all. Blaine won’t need to gather honey anymore, and you won’t need to go outside where it’s dangerous. Honestly, you won’t even need to walk. All you have to do is lie quietly on the bed with your legs spread.”
His legs spread wide on their own. The fingers, which until now had only moved back and forth mechanically, curved and brutally violated that swollen spot inside him. Pleasure sparked from the pressure point, racing up his spine like a lit fuse and exploding in his brain.
“You said you like having your nipples touched and your hole fucked. I’ll do it all day long now. All you need to do is cry prettily because it feels good—simple, right?”
As Hurel pinched and twisted his areolae, tormenting the protruding nipples, soft, pitiful cries spilled out. That’s right, good job, just do that. Praise was never forgotten—rewards and punishments had to be clear.
“Well, no matter how many hundreds or thousands of times I say it, Blaine never listens… Ah, that’s right. I guess I should cut off your wings after all.”
“Ahh—hihk—n-no, my wings… they’re important…”
“I told you. You won’t need to fly anymore. See? You never listen. Such bad manners.”
“My wings… don’t… they’re precious… ah, hhngh, hhk!”
“Hm… if they’re that precious, then I’ll cut them off cleanly without damaging them and hang them on the wall. That should be fine, right?”
