“No, stop—haaah, ah, no—nngh!”
“Bee-Bee, you’re so cute.”
“No, I have to put them away—ah!—just stop for a second—!”
Why was he cute? At that trivial remark, Blaine burst into tears, overwhelmed by pleasure and humiliation. His head spun with shame.
Controlling his transformation was one of the most fundamental skills distinguishing larvae from adults. Even a young larva old enough to speak coherently and sleep alone couldn’t use the excuse of being too young to manage it. The fact that his wings and antennae had slipped out against his will—not because he intended to transform—wasn’t just embarrassing. It was a disgrace beyond words.
He wasn’t some snot-nosed larva who couldn’t control his bodily functions. He was a grown bee. The thought of accidentally losing control of his transformation in front of someone—especially someone he liked—was more humiliating than if he’d had an accident in front of dozens of people.
“Don’t look, Hani! This isn’t me—I mean—Aaaah!”
“It’s okay, Bee-Bee. You’re just so pretty like this. Keep them out.”
Blaine sobbed, desperately trying to tuck his wings and antennae back in, but Hurel wasn’t kind enough to let him. The spider gripped his wings just hard enough to sting, relentlessly prodding Blaine’s weak spot with the tip of his cock while teasing his fluffy, sensitive antennae.
“Don’t touch—ah! It’s embarrassing—stop, hngh—!”
“Hehe. Bee-Bee, when I hit the right spot, your wings flutter so cutely.”
“Put them… away, hngh—if you keep moving—haaah!”
No matter how hard he tried, the waves of pleasure crashing over him made it impossible to retract his wings. To expose such a shameful sight to someone else—someone he liked—was unbearable. He was supposed to be a fully grown bee, not some clumsy, incompetent child. His nose stung, and his face burned with humiliation. He never wanted to show this side of himself to anyone. The sorrow welled up, and he burst into sobs.
“Hngh—haaang, I don’t like it—”
“Ahaha. You’re so cute, crying like that with your legs spread, taking me inside. I could watch you all day.” As the thrusts grew deeper and faster, Blaine’s face turned tomato-red, his body shaking uncontrollably. Tears poured down his dark cheeks.
“I told you, didn’t I? I love you, Bee-Bee. No matter how you look, you’re always so beautiful. Don’t worry, okay?”
“No… I’m embarrassed, hik!”
“No, let’s make a promise right now. From now on, whenever we do this, you’ll keep your wings and antennae out. Got it?”
“N-no, no, nooo…”
“Tsk. You’re just being stubborn. You know you like it.”
How could something as small and insignificant as a bee’s wings—so mismatched to his large, dark frame—be this adorable? Every time Hurel thrust inside, the wings trembled cutely, sending shivers down his spine. He idly wondered if he could somehow disable them—just enough to keep them from retracting—without removing them entirely. With a deceptively innocent expression, Hurel opened his mouth wide and greedily latched onto Blaine’s broad chest.
His cheeks bulged as he filled his mouth with Blaine’s flesh, sucking mercilessly. Blaine, who had just barely managed to tuck one antenna back in, let out a pop! as it sprang back out.
“Hngh—Hani, you’re so mean! Hwaaang!”
“You’re the mean one, Bee-Bee. You love it so much your wings and antennae are all out, and you’re still saying no. Should I show you just how pretty you look?”
It was like a boulder had dropped next to his ear. Only then did Blaine realize his mistake and regret it, but Hurel’s heart had already hardened like ice. The thick shaft plunged deep inside him in one swift motion, scraping against the swollen membrane, and Blaine drooled helplessly, his jaw slack.
“Nngh, good. Next time, I’ll tie you up and make you watch in the mirror. Then you’ll believe how beautiful you are.”
“Ah! No, I was wrong—sorry, I don’t want to do it in front of a mirror—Aaaah!”
Not just his ripe, berry-like nipples, but his entire chest had become an erogenous zone. Even when Hurel groped and kneaded him carelessly, Blaine let out adorable little moans and trembled. The spider watched him with satisfaction, a pleased smile on his face.
“Bee-Bee doesn’t listen to words, but your body does. I’ll have to teach it properly. I’ll make your body react to my cock by spreading your wings. It’ll only take a few days of training. It’s not hard.”
Even in his scattered state, Blaine could taste the despair.
“Hani, Hani, no, don’t—hngh!”
“Mmm, so pretty. I love you so much.”
“I love you too…”
Blaine unthinkingly responded to Hurel’s confession, then pouted, realizing he shouldn’t have. Of course, he couldn’t keep up the act for more than a few seconds.
“Don’t twist my wings—ah!—if you bite my antennae, it hurts—haaah!”
The base of his antennae, directly connected to his head, sent electric shocks through his body at the slightest touch. Even the tiniest stimulation felt magnified.
“Ahngh, don’t touch my antennae—nngh!”
“…You’re just too pretty.”
When he was inside Blaine, his tear-streaked, adorably twisted face, his muscular, toned body, his full chest and buttocks, and his tree-trunk thighs—everything was beautiful. How could a creature like this exist, with not a single unlovely part?
“You’re just not used to it because we’re not at home. When we get back, you won’t be embarrassed, and you’ll cry so prettily for me. I’m right, aren’t I, Bee-Bee?”
“No, nngh—no…”
With one arm, Hurel effortlessly lifted Blaine’s far-from-small body, thrusting into him as he pleased. With his other hand, he tormented Blaine freely, lightly rubbing his antennae with two fingers and leaving bite marks all over his broad chest. Blaine wailed, his soft cheeks flushed, as Hurel suddenly gripped both his breasts hard and kissed him.
The arm supporting him vanished, and Blaine dropped, gravity pulling him down. His eyes rolled back, pupils half-visible.
“Ah… aaaah…”
“You have to tell me nicely when you’re about to come.”
“Uh… aaah…”
“Well, it’s okay. We have plenty of time.”
Hurel lazily licked the white, sticky fluid that had splattered up to Blaine’s chin. The thought of training this bee to his liking sent a thrilling shiver through him.
“It’s okay, Bee-Bee. I won’t be too rough. I’ll handle you as gently as possible so you don’t break. After all, you’re the savior of my life.”
His words were slick and smooth, but the problem was that Hurel’s idea of “gentle” was very different from everyone else’s. Blaine, unable to retract even one antenna, let alone think rationally, could only nod tearfully.
“Let’s start today.”
“N-no, I just came—aaah!”
The training would bear fruit sooner than expected.
