Blaine had been chewing the pudding with a blissful expression when suddenly he spat out the contents of his mouth with an explosive sound. Hurel stared at the scene, eyes wide in surprise. After gulping down cold water and wiping his mouth, Blaine glanced at the stunned spider and began fumbling through an embarrassed explanation.
“Well, uh, it’s just—normally I don’t really think about it, but… after what that aphid said earlier, it suddenly felt kind of… you know… a little… off-putting…”
“Hm? Why’s that?”
“No, it’s just that, uh…”
“Because it comes from an aphid’s butt?”
“Ahem.”
Hurel tilted his head, as if genuinely confused, and tossed out the words in a flat tone. The juice Bee-Bee drank earlier was also honeydew, you know. For some reason, Blaine’s stomach churned unpleasantly.
“You’ve got a subtle clean-freak streak, Bee-Bee.”
“…Do I look dirty?”
“No, of course not. It’s just interesting what you end up feeling uncomfortable about.”
Blaine thought it was a perfectly reasonable argument—there couldn’t be many creatures who could gulp down liquid that came out of someone else’s rear without batting an eye. But Hurel didn’t even blink.
“Bee-Bee, every creature has its own way of life. When you think about it, you’re kind of conservative. I’ve said this before, but…”
…the one saying this so nonchalantly was the same guy who had ripped out a living creature’s precious stinger.
“…It’s not me. Aphids are the weird ones.”
Or maybe that Jin D. from earlier was just especially strange. Honestly, crying in front of everyone about wanting that place licked was insane. Was he some kind of pervert? Shuddering, Blaine waved his hands like he was trying to chase away filthy thoughts.
“Bee-Bee, but I’ve heard that once someone gets that spot licked, they can’t quit.”
“What? That’s ridiculous. There’s no way—”
“It’s true, though. I think you might need to try a little harder to understand other creatures.”
Feeling like he’d been branded a narrow-minded honeybee, Blaine grew gloomy. Hearing that from someone as supposedly innocent as him only made it worse. His appetite vanished completely, and with a slightly irritated motion, he set his spoon down with a clack. At that exact moment, the spider suddenly moved closer and shoved his shoulder sharply.
“W-What?!”
Did I upset him? Is he mad now? But still—this is too much—!
Trembling at what might come next, Blaine squeezed his eyes shut. Instead of pain, he landed on something soft—the bed.
“What is this, Hurel? Out of nowhere—”
“Sometimes, one experience is better than a hundred explanations.”
Straddling him, the spider looked down and smiled.
It was a smile so beautiful it stole the words right out of Blaine’s mouth—yet somehow, it sent chills down his spine. His instincts screamed a warning. Alarms blared in his head, goosebumps racing over his skin.
“You’re shaking. Cute.”
“Uh, Hurel? What are you— hiik?!”
“Relax, Bee-Bee. It’s okay.”
It absolutely was not okay.
Hurel suddenly grabbed both of Blaine’s ankles and yanked his legs wide, spreading them up beside his shoulders. With nothing but a bathrobe on, Blaine was put in a position that left him completely exposed. He let out a startled cry and tried to push the spider away, but it didn’t budge—like trying to shove a wall made of bricks and mortar.
“What are you doing?! Let go!”
“I’m not doing anything bad. Just stay still.”
Something very bad was happening—and specifically to him. Pinning down the flailing honeybee with absurd ease, Hurel forced Blaine’s thick thighs open, fingers digging in deeply as he examined the glistening seam between them.
“You say no, but you’re already squirming. Cute.”
“I’m going to show you that this isn’t strange at all. You might even like it.”
“I said I don’t need— hngh?!”
Something wet and slick—far too hot to be mistaken for a snake—dragged a slow line straight up his groove. At the same time, electricity crackled violently up his spine. Letting out a pitiful yelp, Blaine beat uselessly at Hurel’s shoulders with clenched fists—careful not to actually hurt him even now.
“Hold still. What if you kick my head by accident? I’d get dumber.”
There’s no way that’s possible—if anything, you’d get smarter!
For a split second, Blaine seriously considered kicking that pretty little head to escape and improve him at the same time—but the thought shattered instantly when Hurel grabbed his ass, spread him wide, and rubbed forcefully with his tongue.
“A—ah! Hurel, this is weird, it’s hot! H-hik—stop!”
Like licking whipped cream, Hurel diligently traced his tongue along the crack, then brought his thumb to a pale, delicate hole and gently opened it. He circled it slowly with the pointed tip of his tongue, licking carefully, layer by layer, before pursing his lips and sucking hard, obscene sounds echoing through the room.
A sharp moan spilled from Blaine’s mouth.
“Don’t, not inside, ah—ahh! Ngh!”
Hurel kept prodding at the entrance until he finally shoved his tongue inside, pushing past the tight warmth. Blaine forgot his dignity—forgot everything—and screamed incoherently. It felt like his lower half was melting.
The hot, soft flesh no matter how much it rubbed only made it itch—in the most maddening way—sending flashes of white through his vision. As the entrance loosened, it felt like his brain was being scooped out along with it.
No, no—this is too good, I hate it, please—I hate it—
“Hu—rel—hih—stop—no—ahh—uuhit!”
Teasing the entrance with his fangs, sucking until it turned red and swollen, plunging his tongue in and out relentlessly, Hurel lavished him with affection. Blaine went completely limp, no strength left to resist at all—something Hurel found very pleasing.
“Ah—haaah! Uaaah!”
Even accounting for the better soundproofing compared to the honeybees’ private rooms, screaming like this meant he’d clearly lost all self-control. Pressing his thumb firmly against the perineum from outside while his tongue worked inside, the spider thought calmly—despite being the cause of it all—that it was rather impressive.
Blaine’s hands flailed helplessly before burying themselves into Hurel’s silk-soft hair.
“Pretty, Bee-Bee. Open a little more here.”
“Hhu—Hurel—this is weird—huu—hik—”
Unlike the upper body, the lower half listened very well. Slick with saliva and twitching nonstop, it obediently opened at the command. Chuckling, Hurel let his hot breath tickle the sensitive flesh, making Blaine shudder violently. He placed a light kiss there, noses brushing, then slowly moved upward to the perineum.
He took the springy flesh fully into his mouth and sucked mercilessly.
“Aaaah!”
The way Blaine’s desperate cries filled the room was intoxicating. Hurel even bit down lightly to keep it from slipping free, slurping greedily while spreading the entrance wide with his fingers.
An unbearable wave of pleasure surged from the perineum. The hole gaped, letting cold air rush in. On top of that, the spider’s downy hair kept brushing against Blaine’s balls.
“S-Stop—please—this is too much—ngh…”
A vivid red mark bloomed clearly on his perineum. Satisfied, Hurel moved on, licking every inch of the wide-open interior while kneading his balls with one hand. Blaine’s moans grew louder, fingers clutching desperately at Hurel’s head. As Hurel thrust his tongue as deep as possible and pressed firmly against the perineum—
Blaine’s back arched sharply, body going rigid.
“—!”
His mouth hung open, completely silent—unable to scream. Instead, his stiff cock fired thick, cloudy fluid forcefully into the air. The sticky mess splattered across his body and the bed.
“Ah… ah…”
“Haa… Bee-Bee. You’re this lewd and pretty—how am I supposed to let you wander around outside?”
