After finishing the brief meeting and hurrying back to where the honeybee was waiting, the spider blinked at the sight of the room—completely different from when he left. The bed was wrecked—blankets, pillows, everything in chaos—and most importantly, the honeybee was nowhere to be seen.
Fortunately, the thick scent of honey still lingering in the room allowed Hurel to stay calm instead of panicking that his cheeky bee had run away. He slowly stepped toward the space behind the bed.
“Uu… u-eek… hhic… hngh—”
“Bee-Bee, what are you doing back there?”
“Hrk? Hhhuu… uughh…”
Startled hard by the sound of his voice, the honeybee curled into a tight ball, hiccupping and sobbing pitifully—enough to break the heart of any creature who saw him. Hurel let out a soft, self-mocking snort at himself for thinking he was cute before anything else, then strode toward him.
“Kkeuhk… d-don’t… don’t come closer.”
“Hmm?”
“I said don’t come! Hhng… huhh…”
What a naughty thing to say. Clicking his tongue quietly, the spider ignored the tearful command and rested a hand on the honeybee’s rounded back. Blaine only curled tighter like a pillbug—he didn’t bat away the hand or scream.
“Hhk… go away… don’t… don’t touch me…!”
“Are you trying to get scolded again? Look up. Come on.”
It wasn’t the usual playful whining—his reaction was too strange. Tilting his head, Hurel forcibly rolled the resisting bee over and pulled him onto his lap. “Uuuh…” Blaine covered his flushed face with his hands as he cried, and the spider quickly pieced together what must have happened. A slow grin spread across his face.
“Why are you crying, Bee-Bee? Is it because you’re hurting?”
“Hi—hiik… hiii… I don’t like it…”
The spider’s languid voice—soft enough to melt sugar—and the even sweeter caressing hands had lulled Blaine into a blissful sleep earlier. But he had woken up with a violent urge to pee. So strong he’d actually dreamt about it—wandering through a vast castle-like maze in search of a bathroom. And when he finally found one, it was blocked off by layer upon layer of iron-strong spiderweb, impossible to get through.
In despair, Blaine jolted awake and tried to lift himself on his own—but he failed. His body could barely twitch a finger. Getting up and looking for the bathroom was out of the question.
The only thing left was to cry out desperately for Hani. He screamed at the top of his lungs, begged, wailed until he could barely breathe—but no answer came. The honeybee fell into a humiliating, bottomless despair. Meanwhile, the pressure in his lower belly grew unbearable. If he relaxed even a little, it would be over.
One second, one minute—each stretched into what felt like days. Determined not to soil the bed, Blaine had thrashed his limbs, and in the process rolled right off the mattress. He hit the floor, but didn’t even feel the pain. There was no room in his mind to feel it—he was living a catastrophe.
“Uu… kkh… kuuu…”
Hurel wanted to tease him—mock him for being an adult who couldn’t even get to the bathroom, maybe even be a bit rough with him—but the sight of the bee’s hiccuping, miserable crying was too pitiful. After wrestling with himself for a moment, he set the impulse aside and chose to comfort his lover instead.
“It’s okay, Bee-Bee. You’re hurting. That tea you drank before bed has a strong diuretic effect.”
“ …? ”
Blaine, who had been hiding his face like he wanted to disappear, lifted his gaze in a dazed, bewildered stare.
“We have to flush the venom out of your system.”
Of course, Hurel had purposely given it to him before bed—and purposely left afterward too. He hadn’t expected the effects to kick in so quickly, though. A shame—he had wanted to watch Blaine squirm and beg to be taken to the bathroom.
Still, the bee’s bright-red face, wet with tears, was unbearably adorable.
And right as that thought crossed his mind—something slammed into his jaw.
“WAAAH!” Blaine burst into a loud, full-bodied wail, rocking with sobs as the spider held his throbbing chin in disbelief. He hit harder than before—Bee-Bee?
“Y-you bastard!! Hhhuuuuu—!!”
“Bee-Bee, I’m sorry. I wasn’t planning to tease you…”
“You were planning to! You awful bastard!!”
“That’s… true. I’m sorry.”
His crying grew even louder, and the spider sighed as he accepted the furious fists pounding against his chest.
***
Having thoroughly racked up negative karma points, the spider spent several days being scolded by the honeybee. The gentle Blaine—who used to accept anything with the patience of a saint—was gone. In his place was a sharp, suspicious bee who eyed him like every word hid ill intentions.
But of course, Hurel enjoyed this new Blaine immensely. Blaine, on the other hand, was incredibly stressed.
The real problem: Blaine had never been difficult or demanding in his entire life. He had no idea how to “bother” someone. He wasn’t used to asking for things. If he could do it himself, he did. If someone else needed help, he offered.
So all Blaine managed nowadays was: I want to eat something. Bring me that. I’m uncomfortable because I can’t move—do something fun. In Hurel’s words, “pathetic, adorable little pouts.”
Which brings us back to the issue: Blaine was tragically a worker bee. Now that he had a perfect excuse, he should have been bossing the spider around to his heart’s content—but he didn’t know how. His body, trained from birth to wake at dawn and labor nonstop, rebelled violently against lying in bed all day doing nothing.
And eventually, disaster struck.
Feeling restless, Blaine had gotten up—with a patient’s fragile body—to clean someone else’s house. Armed with a duster and broom, he had diligently begun tidying Shane’s mansion… until Hurel caught him in the act.
And thus Blaine’s three-day reign came to an end. After enjoying a brief period of smug superiority over Hurel, the honeybee was dragged straight back into the bedroom, unable to offer even a single excuse, and received a spanking.
He bawled like a child, hiccupping through loosened words as he begged for forgiveness. Yet he was relentlessly smacked until both cheeks of his ass were red and swollen. Not that he was released afterward. No, he had to lie belly-down like a sprawled frog, his swollen rump and the rosy hole between them exposed in a shameless pose, sobbing as he promised over and over he would rest properly from now on.
“I don’t… like this…”
Blaine regretted everything. If he’d just stayed in bed, even if uncomfortable, he could’ve kept enjoying that awkward but sweet feeling of power over Hurel. Instead, now he was being held tightly in Hurel’s arms, forced to drink bitter medicinal tea he didn’t even want.
Who knew one moment of bad decision-making could flip everything?
“Hhuu… sniff…”
“You’re adorable, Bee-Bee.”
Truly—he’d fallen into the hands of a ridiculous pervert. Now he couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone. He wasn’t a kitten—why did he have to use pads? It was unbearable. Tears streamed uncontrollably.
“I don’t want to drink this tea—”
“You need to drink a lot so you’ll get better quickly.”
“Hngh… t-then at least let me go to the bathroom by myself…”
“Your body isn’t fully healed yet. What if something happens? Absolutely not.”
Don’t bullshit me—you just want to check my pee and use it to tease me. He wanted to scream it aloud but instead burst into loud, frustrated crying. The spider only chuckled.
“Bee-Bee, you’ve gotten so perceptive.”
Blaine wanted to throttle him. Maybe a few punches would help—but his fists would only hurt him, not the monster in front of him.
“Enough crying. We need to start today’s punishment.”
“W-why do I have to keep getting punished…?!”
“Bee-Bee, sweetie. Ignoring my instructions and acting on your own isn’t a small offense. What if something serious happened to your body? What would I do if something happened to you?”
And the worst part—he meant it. Truly. Blaine, who had tried to rebel in the smallest way, wilted under Hurel’s sharp tone and reluctantly climbed onto his lap again, sniffling. His butt was still swollen from before—ugh. And he’d just drunk tea, so he might get the urge again during the punishment. Horrifying.
“You’ll get ten. If you behave today, I’ll pamper your chest afterward.”
“Hik—”
Crying that he hated it, trembling with anticipation anyway, the honeybee was watched lovingly by the spider—who slowly lifted his hand.
