Giant Centipede Spider

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"Huff...huff..."

The sound of panting echoed through the mountains.

A boy dressed in thin clothes ran along the mountain path.

It was late autumn, a golden season, but also a time when temperatures plummeted. If he were to enter the wilderness dressed like this, he would surely freeze to death in the middle of the night. But even freezing to death by nature was better than being killed by his own kind—

Aono, this... That was the boy's name.

He was a slave to a wealthy landowner. Why did he run away? Because yesterday, while harvesting wheat, he accidentally cut his wrist, and his blood stained the wheat meant for sale. The enraged landowner ordered the slave to be skinned and hung on the city gate. Sensing the danger, Qingye fled beforehand,

escaping into the Great Green Mountain behind the town.

"In the mountains, there are demons sealed away by Onmyoji hundreds of years ago, so I must never go in." "

The old folks had given me that advice.

But compared to the unknown dangers I might encounter inside, I knew I had to get through this life-threatening crisis first.

Last night, after being knocked unconscious by the gatekeeper, Aono scaled the wall of the wealthy landowner's house and crawled out through the gap in the city gate's dog hole. Now that I think about it, my escape route has definitely been exposed. If I'm caught, I'll probably be killed on the spot, because slaves aren't 'humans.' So I can only run for my life, I can't stop for a moment, or
I'll die.

I'll die... I... I don't want to die...

So I run for my life.

Small, sharp pebbles cut my soles, sharp, tough leaves scratched my face.

But none of that matters, as long as I survive."

"Huff...huff..."

The sound of panting drifted through the mountains.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

As her stomach growled and darkness fell, Aono found a dilapidated temple in the mountains.

The roof was broken, the Buddha statues were shattered, and moss covered everything.

(Was this an abandoned temple from before?)

She thought to herself, then felt relieved: "Great...I'll spend the night here."

He boldly stepped inside. Ghosts and spirits —

they probably don't exist in this world, right? And even if they did, this would be the abode of a deity… well, even if it's abandoned now.

As expected, the temple's interior was covered in dust and cobwebs, and smelled musty. The central Buddha statue was broken, only its outline vaguely discernible, and a jar-like object sat before it.

(It's probably used to display offerings, isn't it?)

Thinking this, Aono stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the Buddha statue.

"Buddha, please bless me."

He uttered his wish aloud, then pulled a lotus leaf pouch from his thin cloth robe. Inside were three hardened, slightly sour rice balls. Aono had stolen them from the kitchen before his escape, intending them as provisions for the journey. "..." Aono glanced at the offering table, swallowed hard, and

placed

two of the three rice balls on it.

"The offering has been made, so please bless me..."

He clasped his hands together once more, and then—

"I'll begin."

He wolfed down the last rice ball, which had already gone sour.

Night fell. "

It really is...so cold..."

He had tried everything he could.

Since there was no flint nearby, he had to find other ways to keep warm. He stuffed the dry grass he could find into his clothes, and then did his best to seal up all the damaged parts of the temple. But even so, the cold wind still managed to get through the unnoticed cracks, and the dry grass that had felt somewhat warm before was completely taken away by the first gust of wind.

"But, in order to survive...I have to endure it..."

Aono huddled in the corner, shivering.

Then, he heard...

"...Cold..."

"...Cold...?" "

What is that sound?" Aono,

half-conscious and half-asleep,

tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn't cooperate, so he had to rely on his ears for now.

"...The night...it's cold, isn't it..."

This time he heard it clearly; it was a woman's muttering.

"Let's...warm up together..."

He was tightly embraced.

*Grass, grass, grass...

* Something tiny, like twigs, seemed to gently tickle his body, then slowly grasped him, holding him still.

*Hiss...*

A warm tongue licked across his neck.

"Mmm..."

Aono groaned.

She wanted to see... who it was... but her eyes... damn it, she couldn't open them... and she couldn't even move her body. The only thing she could perceive was that she was being slowly embraced by something warm, and then letting that person's wet tongue lick her body. *Gurgle gurgle gurgle...* That restless sound of her joints...

her clothes were being peeled off little by little.

But because she was being embraced, she didn't feel any warmth at all.

As it penetrated deeper, that final warm feeling suddenly spread to her lower body. *

Gurgle gurgle...*

When she woke up the next day, it all felt like a dream.

"What am I...?"

Unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

She wobbled and slowly stood up, only to bump into something.

*Gurgle, gurgle*, wild berries rolled and fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey?" "

Aono was astonished.

What...

could there really be a god?!

He looked fearfully at the broken Buddha statue, the rice balls that had been placed there had disappeared sometime earlier. Aono looked down at the wild berries on the ground, then at the jar.

"...Let's stay here again tonight..."

He placed some of the wild berries on the jar, and the rest would be his meal for the night.

That night, that strange feeling returned.

After the cold, he was immediately embraced warmly, and then his whole body was filled with that tingling pleasure.

"Let's warm up together... let's do some happy things together..."

He was now certain that it was a woman.

But who was she really...?

When he woke up the next day, he found wild berries beside him again.

"Hmm..."

He glanced at the Buddha statue, then at the wild fruit on the ground.

"So, tonight will be the same as always..."

And so, Aono stayed at the temple.

Every morning and every night, the same thing repeated itself. The only change was that the woman's murmurs became clearer, and the food on the ground changed from only wild fruit to the occasional animal carcass.

Aono's escape caused a huge commotion in the town. The landowner was furious; how could he not even control a slave? So he sent his private soldiers to hunt down Aono, following the lowly slave's trail until they arrived at this dilapidated temple.

Although still ruined, it was now clear that people were living there.

Aono, doing his utmost, slowly repaired the temple every day. He felt he couldn't leave it anymore; his greatest wish, besides surviving, was to see that woman.

Who was she?

Bearing this question in mind hundreds of times each day, Aono returned to the temple today with firewood, when a piercing pain shot through his right foot.

A poisoned arrow had pierced him—the private soldiers who had been lying in ambush.

“This is the guy…”

“Ah, a daring escapee.”

“He’s just a slave…”

“Should we kill him now?”

“No, no, take him back to the landowner for trial.”

“Hahaha… what trial? Just let the landowner vent his anger on him, then skin him alive and hang him on the city wall…”

They laughed and surrounded him.

(I… I’ve been caught…)

But thinking about it now, it makes sense, since I’ve been staying here the whole time.

Is this the end of it?

Just as I was thinking this, I saw a huge black shadow fly out of the temple…

“No, don’t… attack me!!”

By the time I realized what was happening, all the private soldiers were dead.

A terrifying monster swirled up Aono from the ground and dragged him into the temple.

It was a monster with the lower body of a centipede and the upper body of a woman—the Giant Centipede, I think that was its name.

*Grumble grumble grumble*.

A familiar voice. So that's it, the woman every night was her…

The centipede's body coiled around him, and then the woman licked the wound on his right foot.

"This little bit of venom is nothing…"

After that, the pain in his right foot subsided, and the Giant Centipede lifted her body, facing Aono.

Now he could see her face clearly: it was truly a stunningly beautiful face. But why was her expression so gloomy, and why were her clothes all ominous black and purple?

"I must thank your vital essence, for giving me the power to break the seal."

Ah, so that's how it is.

That jar wasn't a offering table, but a treasure sealing away a giant centipede.

"So, every morning and night..."

"Ah, your essence is so delicious, I want to continue enjoying it, so you can't die..."

*Crack*.

As she spoke, she bit through Aono's neck, the giant centipede slowly sucking at the blood. But surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all; instead, it felt incredibly pleasurable.

"You can't escape."
She held Aono tightly.

"Those I've set my sights on can't escape my grasp."

Her red lips, stained with Aono's blood, kissed his lips.

The demon began to violate the boy.

She clamped Aono's centipede legs around him and injected her venom into his body. It was a potent aphrodisiac that could give men intense pleasure.

"Ugh..."

Aono couldn't help but groan as he watched his lower body slowly disappear into the giant centipede's mouth.

This...this is the feeling...every night, so this is it...

"Ughhh...!"

He couldn't hold back and immediately ejaculated.

The white, cloudy semen shot into the woman's mouth, her eyes glazed, tears welling in her eyes.

Glug, glug.

She drank it all down, then licked his penis and the corners of her mouth with lingering satisfaction.

"As expected, the same delicious taste as always..."

she said, touching her lower body.

"Unfortunately, the seal isn't completely broken here yet, otherwise..."

The point where the human and insect bodies joined, where the female genitalia were originally located, was sealed by a talisman. Although it had been half dissolved by the venom, the talisman still hadn't fallen off.

“No problem, leave it to me.”

“…What—!”
Rip!

The talisman was torn off by Aono.

“…Actually, I’ve liked you for a long time.”

He kissed her lips.

“Waaah…!!”

(A man’s saliva…!!)

“As you wish, I will continue to do this with you…”

Aono inserted his penis into the pot that had been empty for hundreds of years.

Shikihime—this was the name she learned from the giant centipede.

Shikihime, held in Aono’s arms, asked after their intercourse, “…Am I not scary? You don’t seem afraid of me at all?”

“Because we’ve encountered each other many times before, although I’ve never been able to open my eyes.”

“That’s because…I was afraid that if you opened your eyes and saw what I looked like…”

afraid of being scared away.

Having finally found someone, he couldn't let him escape so easily.

"...You're beautiful, and not that scary at all." He
kissed Shikihime on the cheek.

Aono smiled: "I've wanted to ask this for a long time—can you be my wife?"

But why?

Why choose a demon?

He looked at her with a questioning gaze, and then Aono gave her answer:

"Demon, that's just a name others have forced on you. Shikihime is Shikihime, nothing else, just a beautiful woman, someone who fascinates me. You know, more than outward ugliness, I fear inner ugliness, because it's impossible to see it..."

"N-what nonsense are you talking about!"

Shikihime turned her face away.

"Wife... Hmph, at first I just liked your scent, don't get the wrong idea!"
As she spoke, she suddenly stood up, using her centipede-like lower body to appear incredibly tall.

Aono chuckled.

"Well, anyway, I plan to continue living here... You'll probably continue living here too, right?"

"Uh... um..."
"That makes things easier. We'll live together forever, and one day you'll grant my request, right?" "

..."

The giant centipede demon—Shikihime—lowered her head, her long purple hair obscuring her expression.

"Hmph!!"

She finally let out a cold snort and darted into the jar.

...

...

Who exactly captured whom?

Chapter Two: [Giant Centipede] Carrion Feast

What would happen if humans and yokai lived together?

Aono had often heard such stories since childhood.

Tengu swoop down from the sky and snatch men away; people bathing in the river are taken away by kappa; people accidentally enter a yokai's hot spring in the mountains and are intercepted because they can't pay. And so on—there are many stories like this.

What happened to these people in the end?

There are many guesses: they were eaten, enslaved, or assimilated into yokai.

However, these guesses must follow a certain pattern—if the one who abducts someone is a beautiful yokai, that's fantastic. Conversely, the fate is definitely to be used as food or reserve rations; in short, they will eventually become excrement.

Aono believes this is a very wrong preconceived notion.

One of humanity's inherent flaws is that when faced with the unknown, the first impression we form of what something is becomes the standard of judgment, even without any evidence. It's like the law that those wearing white are always good people, and those wearing black are always bad people.

"What are you thinking about?"

"...Nothing."

"You must be thinking about something. Aono always makes this silly, goofy face when she's thinking."

"Huh...really?"

"So, what are you thinking about?"

"Okay, okay...I'm thinking—[I'm so lucky to be with a pretty girl like you]."

The flattery didn't elicit a smile.

When Aono pointed at Shikihime's cheek as she spoke, her eyebrows drooped, revealing displeasure.

"You're lying."

*Smack*

She bit Aono's finger hard, drawing blood, before turning into a wisp of blue smoke and returning to the jar. That jar was originally a magical artifact sealing this giant centipede, but after Aono destroyed it, it became her home. Aono had once asked her what it was like inside. Shikihime replied, "Just a slightly larger space, you know. Because you're human, you can't go in
.

" Shikihime's lower body was a terrifying centipede with hundreds of legs; an ordinary person would surely be terrified.

But Aono didn't find it frightening; it was simply her true form.

A yokai revealing its true form, while some humans are merely beasts in human skin—the contrast is undeniably a laughable irony.

Shikihime rescued Aono from the slave hunters, and the two of them naturally ended up living together in this dilapidated temple.

"Alright, I apologize,"

Aono said, holding Shikihime's jar in his arms.

Her voice came through: "Well then, tell me the truth."

"Actually... I was wondering why you saved me in the first place?"

"We're even, you evened things out, you even tore off the seal on me."

"But that's a matter for later, isn't it?"

"Hmph~~"

Her voice held a meaningful undertone.

Aono suddenly felt a chill.

The giant insect, with its long, snake-like lower body, reappeared and embraced Aono from behind. The slightly cool touch of her skin, and the unusual fragrance emanating from the purple venom glands on the giant centipede's body, filled his nostrils.

"Me—"

A cool, icy tongue traced across Aono's cheek.

"—I really need some essence. And coincidentally, your semen is more to my liking."

The venomous insect lightly rubbed its tongue and sharp teeth against Aono's skin, saying with a wicked smile and tone,

"You're just food…maybe next time I find something better, I'll just eat you and replace you."

Aono paused for three seconds after hearing this, then laughed.
"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not joking."

*Shhhhh*

The centipede-like creature moved its body, its boneless waist clinging to Aono as it wrapped around him. Shikihime held Aono's right arm, licking his fingers as she said, "I... I really like your scent. Sometimes I can't help but think how wonderful it would be to devour you whole."

"Ah... hahaha, well... at least, we're friends, aren't we?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Ugh...!!"

Dark blood flowed from her wrist.

Shikihime mercilessly bit through Aono's skin and blood vessels, swallowing his blood like a thirst quencher.

"After cultivating feelings, isn't this the perfect time to reap the delicious harvest?"

The great demon's hand tightly gripped Aono's hand.

He let out a "woof" sound because Shikihime had really bitten down hard.

His body went numb, but the pain remained.

In Aono's view, he watched as Shikihime gnawed away chunks of flesh from his hand, the deep red blood staining Shikihime's lips and chest, eventually staining a large patch of Aono's own trousers.

"Even so, do you still like me?"

she asked, kissing Aono's wound with a soft "kiss," as if provoking him.

A kiss that was anything but sweet, only filled with endless pain.

Shikihime licked her lips and said, "You've been pushing your luck lately. I need to remind you of some of the terrifying aspects of yokai."

"Gurgle...!!"

Sharp nails pierced Aono's lower abdomen again, thick black blood flowing out.

Her fingers stirred inside.

*Plop, plop.*

She kissed Aono's face with her lips stained with his black blood and asked, "Even so, do you still love me?"
"..."

Aono's lips moved. Although his body was paralyzed by the venom, his right hand seemed to still be able to move slightly. He laboriously placed his hand on Shikihime's body—on her lower body, on her brown-black carapace, her large, centipede-like genitals.

Aono whispered, "It hurts... Next time you want to eat, at least tell me beforehand."

"Heh heh... You don't even care that I bit you like this?"

"Shikihime knows... I was lying before."

"...So what?"

"So... I know too. Shikihime... You're lying now too."

"Hmph..."

The great demon shook her head, her gloomy gaze meeting Aono's.

Then, she suddenly revealed a subtle expression.

"Is this what you wanted to say?"

Shikihime pressed down on Aono, his male genitals pressing against her genitals through her pants.

"Male... what should I say?"

Actually, this time Shikihime's tone was pleasant.

Her movements became gentle; Shikihime lowered her head and slowly extended her tongue, gently licking the wounds on Aono's hands and lower abdomen. Little by little, she cleaned away the reddish-black blood.

"I... the place I live in is filled with poisonous gas."

The wounds from being licked and lightly bitten no longer hurt at all.

"For a delicate fellow like you, living there too long would cause you to rot from the poisonous gas."

It was a tingling, very... comfortable and pleasant sensation.

At the same time, Shikihime reached out her free hand and slipped it into Aono's pants, gently caressing his genitals.

"I'll help you suck out the poison gas. It'll hurt a little at first, but it'll be over soon..."

The black blood flowing from the wound was gradually being replaced by bright red blood, and then, incredibly, it scabbed over.

"Gurgle..."

Shikihime's wet saliva slowly trickled from Aono's lower abdomen to his lips.

She was now just a female caressing her male—"This is your reward." —Shikihime's voice echoed in Aono's mind. The two exchanged fluids and scents with their mouths and tongues, Shikihime gently relieving the discomfort in Aono's lower body with her hand.

She parted the foreskin, letting her sharp fingers gradually cover the red and hot glans, rubbing and kneading it with the mucus secreted from the urethra. The wet, crisp, lewd sounds were indistinguishable, whether from kissing or from this obscene act.

The boy's body was gradually enveloped by the centipede demon, and then——

plop, plop.

Hot semen stained the fabric and the shikihime's hand.

"Ah, a big explosion!"

She brought the hand covered in the boy's semen to her lips, carefully licking each finger one by one, then bringing her lips to Aono's to share this intoxicating taste.

"There's still plenty of time... Shall I eat a little more?"

"...Whatever you like."

Chapter 3 [The Giant Centipede Spider] Insect Feast

[In the mountains, there are demons sealed away by Onmyoji hundreds of years ago, so you must never go in]—Long ago, such a legend circulated in the village. Whether it was a legend or the truth, no one had the courage to investigate.

Until Aono escaped into this vast green mountain to break free from his slave status, the boy finally proved the truth of the ancient saying.

"Chirp..."

A woman lay on his lower body, her saliva mixed with a strange fragrance, she licked the boy's genitals with her tongue.

"Gurgle... That's about enough, aren't you going to ejaculate?"

Clear water sounds came from the quiet dilapidated temple, filled with a lewd atmosphere.

Crawling in the shadowy corner, besides Aono, was another… great demon.

Her lower body was that of a gigantic centipede with a hundred legs, a monster known as the Great Centipede. Two years ago, when Aono first fled here, he accidentally activated the magical artifact that sealed her, releasing the great demon who devoured the slave hunters who were pursuing him. Aono then naturally ended up living in this dilapidated temple.

“What do you take me for…”

he gasped, asking the demon coiled beneath him.

Shikihime, that was her name. Suddenly, the Great Centipede swallowed his penis whole, Shikihime gently biting the base of his shaft with her sharp teeth. The boy, having reached his limit, released a long, trembling breath, and a stream of hot, white semen shot into Shikihime's mouth.

"Gulp," Shikihime swallowed with satisfaction, licking her lips. "Of course it's a semen feeding bag, what else did you think it was?"

"Uh..."

Aono was speechless, choked by her words.

Eating—that's how Shikihime explained her actions. She told Aono, "This ancient temple is mine, this territory is mine, and even the person who saved you is mine, so you're mine." This so-called eating behavior, even now, Aono wasn't sure if it was truly eating, or... a way of dealing with lust?

Aono had been living with Shikihime here for two years.

"Okay...you should let me go now."

"No, I don't want to move."

Shikihime gripped the boy tightly, her massive centipedes making soft creaking sounds, coiling around Aono like a snake.

Clearly, humans lack the strength to break free.

"Hey..."

"It's winter, I'm cold, stay here and keep me warm."

Shikihime dislikes moving around in winter.

In her words, not only is the weather cold, but the sunlight reflecting off the snow during the day is dazzling, which Shikihime hates. Shikihime puffed out her red cheeks, refusing to let go:

"Who said they wanted me to be their husband?"

"But... what will I eat tonight?"

Just as Shikihime said, the area around the ruined temple was her territory. In the quiet wilderness where no one approached, besides the fat, juicy wild beasts, one could also find plenty of good-quality wild vegetables in the winter.

"Aono can just eat my secretions."

"You rascal..."

This is the consequence of always tolerating her.

Aono suddenly hugged her tightly.

"W-What are you doing?"

"You forced me to."

"Ahhh…!"

Aono stuck out his tongue, noticing black lines along the edge of her neck, like tattoos. These were the venom glands of the giant centipede; if it sensed male saliva—like this—Aono gently licked them.

"Eeeee~~~~!"

Shikihime let out a rare, cute girlish cry, her face flushing crimson. Like a slug dipped in salt, the monster's centipede stiffened and convulsed, its entire body flipping over.

"Ugh…"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Aono immediately ran away.

"I really can't stand her..."

Aono ran out of the dilapidated temple.

It wasn't that he disliked her, but there were many other important things to do besides this, weren't there? As a human, Aono's views were indeed incompatible with Shikihime's. It

was probably afternoon now, and Aono planned to dig through the snow to gather some wild vegetables to take back. He also brought a bow and arrows; if he was lucky, he might be able to hunt a few snow hares or birds. When he was still a slave, his master often took people to the enclosed hunting grounds, so Aono was quite confident in his aim.

Unfortunately, there was no prey, so Aono couldn't use his archery skills.

Moreover, Aono quickly felt tired.

(Lately... I seem to be doing this a bit too often.)

He'd been to this forest a few times before, so Aono was quite familiar with the area. He quickly arrived at an ancient tree; the huge trunk had a hollow trunk, which Aono marked as a resting place. He gathered some firewood and started a fire with the flint he'd brought with him. Aono planned to cook a warm vegetable soup first; the water could be
obtained directly from the snow on the ground. He'd stuff it and the vegetables into a small tin pot to serve as a cooking pot, and then all he had to do was wait.
(I'll spend the night here and see if I can find anything else in the wild.)

Aono thought to himself.

To be honest, Shikihime really liked the rabbit meat Aono grilled. Lately, because of the weather, she'd been listlessly lounging in the temple, refusing to come out. So, Aono thought, maybe bringing her some meat would cheer her up?

"It's a bit cold, let's turn the fire up bigger."

His breath turning into white mist, Aono, draped in a large fur coat he'd sewn himself, added more firewood to the campfire. The snow in the tin can had melted into water, and the strong aroma of wild vegetables began to boil and simmer. When the fire was almost ready, Aono rubbed his hands on the salt bag at his waist and sprinkled in the white salt.

Salt was a precious seasoning; Aono had gone down the mountain to that small town to the north to buy some half a year ago, and had been using it sparingly, until now, only a small half-bag remained.

Just as Aono was about to start eating—"Oh my, are there still hunters out here in this weather?"—a melodious female voice asked.

Aono looked up and saw a woman in a kimono.

"You are..."
Something was definitely off. Would you encounter a beautiful woman in a kimono in the snowy wilderness?

Aono's lips moved slightly:

"A yokai?"

"That's quite rude of me, though you're right—shouldn't I address you as 'Miss' or something similar on our first meeting?" She spoke to herself as the uninvited guest stepped into the tree hollow. "I came out for a walk and somehow ended up quite a distance. I'm feeling cold; could we warm up together here?"

"Of, of course, no problem."

After sitting down, the woman said, "My name is [Rui], what's yours?"

"My name is...Aono."

"It's a nice name, isn't it?"

Rui covered her mouth and laughed, whether she was teasing Aono or genuinely praising her, it was unclear.

Aono quickly lowered her head; the only sound was the bubbling of the vegetable soup. Aono then remembered that what she had cooked was already done.

“Um…would you like something to eat?”

“I’m not hungry.”

As she spoke, she moved closer to Aono.

“Compared to this…I still feel a little cold.”

“Then, then I’ll add some more firewood…”

“I don’t mean that, and besides, I’m a little afraid of fire. Mr. Aono, could you warm me up with your body?”

The woman named Rou met Aono’s gaze with slightly narrowed eyes; her eyes were truly beautiful, radiating the brilliance of jewels.

After a three-second pause, Aono hurriedly shook his head: "No, this... I'm a man!"

"Oh my, you really are a very gentlemanly man." Unagi didn't give up immediately. She tugged at the hem of her kimono and said, "But, I'm cold too. And I don't mind, you seem to be my type. Hehehe~~ Why don't you consider it?"

When he came to his senses, they were already very close.

Unagi, smiling, almost touched Aono's face with her nose.

"Then, then you should put this on!"

Feeling that things were about to get out of hand, Aono immediately took off his fur coat and wrapped it around Unagi.

Clearly, Rou was surprised by Aono's somewhat abrupt behavior. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively leaned back, but her bare shoulders touched the rough fur coat that still held the boy's warmth. After Aono wrapped the coat around her, he said,

"Does this feel better...? Rou-san?"

Rou's expression... how to describe it?

The woman who had seemed so bold before suddenly showed a shy expression.

"Hmm~ I see, you're a surprisingly bold child~"

"Um... what are you talking about?"

"I mean—the clothes Mr. Aono gave me are really warm. Hey~ are you planning to give this to me?"

"Uh... if you like it, then you can take it."

I really can't understand what her shyness is; she was much bolder before. She clutched the fur coat Aono gave her, wrapping herself up tightly.

She bit her lip and muttered to herself,

"It's sudden... but it's okay."

"...What [okay]?"

"It's... a proposal. I said yes."

"... Huh?"

Her last memory before losing consciousness was of a blushing She burying her face in Aono's fur coat, sniffing his scent.

Aono felt like he had slept for a very, very long time.

When he woke up, the scenery around him was no longer the tree hollow. It seemed to be an underground cave, with the moonlight replacing the campfire, and surprisingly, it wasn't very cold.
"Oh, you're awake?"

came the voice of the spider in his ear.

Only then did Aono realize that he couldn't move. His body and limbs were wrapped in white silk, hanging from a spider web like a large cocoon.

"You are..."

"I already told you—I'm a yokai."

The lower half of the spider was no longer the human form it had been in; the hem of its kimono was now that of a spider's torso.

[Lady Spider]—Aono swallowed hard, remembering the yokai biography he had seen in a scroll of ancient manuscripts.

“Mr. Aono is so unexpectedly proactive! I was originally planning to knit one for you myself, but I never expected to receive a hand-knitted garment from you instead—a proposal, and I said yes. My dear husband.

” “Wait, wait a minute… I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

Karu’s ears had already filtered out Aono’s cries.

Whether ferocious or gentle, yokai bathed in moonlight are always brimming with madness. The beautiful eyes seen in the tree hollow were now filled with red.

*Thump!*

She pressed her body against Aono, who, unable to move, slowly removed her kimono under Aono's gaze. Yokai often transform into beautiful women to attract human men, and Rei was no exception. A completely different charm from Shikihime, like… a tayu.

“Ah~ um…”

Rei bent down, cupping Aono's face and kissing his lips.

Her mouth was filled with a faint fragrance, like poppies. Intoxicatingly addictive and irresistible, it almost instantly shattered the boy's mind.

The spider-woman, having seized her prey, took absolute control in their kiss, their tongues and lips entwined. She gently bit and sucked on the boy's tongue.

"So good...it's hard..."

With her spider legs, she parted Aono's restraints, and his erect penis, engorged by the scent of the opposite sex, stood erect in the air. Her hands twisted the hem of her kimono, revealing her body, that nectar-like spot on the border between human and yokai, already secreting fluids in preparation for intercourse.
"Then, let's go in like this. My husband's penis and semen must make me pregnant."

With a soft "plop," the hymen was nothing to her; the slight pain only intensified the spider-woman's lust.

The mating monsters revealed a hint of their ferocious nature.

"That was amazing...!"

she groaned comfortably. As the tip of his penis finally kissed his uterus, she tightly embraced Aono's genitals. The monster's nails dug into the flesh of the boy's back, and genitals bit his left shoulder.

"Wait... wait, it hurts...!!"

The pleasure of intercourse mingled with the pain of being bitten.

Aono instinctively struggled, but this only drove his penis deeper into the spider woman's flesh. The viscous cavity, the folds of flesh that seemed to move solely to bring pleasure to both of them, were like tiny spiders, their soft, still-soft fangs, filled with lustful venom, clinging to the entire penis.

Aono felt his heart leap into his throat. He instinctively bit down on Rou's breast, sucking and biting her nipple hard. The spider's legs, tightly gripping the genitals that couldn't break free from the monster's body, finally succumbed to the pleasure and ejaculated hot semen into her womb. A

series of soft, forceful ejaculations erupted inside.

"...!!"

Rou felt a jolt of electricity wash over her, silently enjoying the climax. Her human hands and the spider's eight legs tightly embraced her chosen husband.

"Hoo hoo hoo, the night is still long, my lord."

Just as she said this, licking her lips, a cracking sound suddenly came from the cave entrance.

Something was approaching.

*Crunch, crunch, crunch.*

The crawling sounds carried a hint of anger.

"Oh dear, I was wondering when you'd arrive. It seems the scent I caught on my husband was indeed there. But he's already in my trap. You're too late."

"Is that so?"

The large, centipede-like demon, Shikihime, spoke, observing everything.

"Huh… did I pass out? Last night…"

Aono woke up, judging from the sunlight outside, it was already the next morning.

His hands and body… oh, he could still move.

Last night was a dream—no way.

"You had a lot of fun last night, huh? You're still not resting here."

Speaking with a menacing tone, Shikihime rested her chin on one hand beside Aono, while the other hand gripped his genitals.

His male member continued to proudly protrude.

"Wait, last night..."

"Yes, last night, my husband made me feel very good."

*Pop*... A soft touch came from behind.

"You are... Miss Rou!?" Rou

pressed against him from behind with her half-naked breasts, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck and pulling him close.

She laughed as she said, "I felt much better than her, right? And..."

Rou confidently rubbed her breasts against Aono.

"Much better than her, right?"

"Shut up! You're just useless fat!!"

Shikihime yelled back, enraged.

Then she looked at Aono:

"Hmph... I can be wrong sometimes. I didn't expect you to be just an honest-looking guy."
Shikihime vented her resentment over losing in terms of bust size and his infidelity last night.

Like a puppy, she bit Aono's right index finger hard, drawing blood.

"That was... an unavoidable situation... and I didn't know that putting a piece of clothing on her meant proposing marriage."

Rou shook her head, arms crossed, and said, "Every tribe has its own customs..."

"Shut up!"

The centipede grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it at the spider lady, who dodged it with a grin.

She jumped down in front of Aono from behind.

"What are you doing...!"

"See, that's all!"

With her chest puffed out, Rei's full breasts pushed against Shikihime with a loud thud.

His erect penis plunged into the sea of soft flesh.

"Ugh..."

Aono gasped.

Rei held his bitten finger, carefully licking the blood from the wound.

"How brutal... biting the man you like."

"You, you did the same! Who scratched and bit Aono last night!?"

"That was an expression of love, you know. The wound you bit was just a venting of anger."

With her eyes half-closed, she skillfully used her breasts to perform sexual techniques, mixing her saliva with the sticky fluid secreted from the tip of the penis, creating a loud splashing sound as it mingled in her breasts.

It seemed she was planning to decide the outcome with sexual intercourse techniques?

"I won't lose to you!"

Shikihime, acknowledging this development, focused on making the man ejaculate first, as both were monsters.

"What a pervert... don't you ever do enough?"

This statement lacked any persuasiveness, as she had already stuck out her tongue.

(Like this, and then... and like this again...)

He seemed even more serious and meticulous than usual.

His tongue, brimming with the venom of lust, circled the glans three times before gently slipping into the urethra.

Besides the salty smell of urine, there was also the lingering scent of last night's semen.

"Wait a minute, last night I already..."

Aono's voice could no longer reach their ears. At least until he ejaculated five times—no, seven times—Shikihime and Rugai's attention would remain fixed on their genitals. He hadn't eaten much since yesterday, and his strength was being depleted by his own efforts. He was almost at his limit, but because of the poison from the giant centipede, his penis still wouldn't stop.

Rugai held him between her breasts, and the two yokai's tongues kept swirling back and forth in the most sensitive places, occasionally sucking on the middle of his penis and shaking her head, making his penis rub against her teeth.

Aono soon couldn't speak anymore.

Shikihime's lower body wrapped around him tightly, and the boy vaguely smelled a strong liquid. Shikihime's vaginal opening uncontrollably leaked honey-like fluid, and she pressed it against Aono's face, whether intentionally or not.

"Aono, just eat my secretions."—He remembered Shikihime's words from yesterday.

Aono's lips twitched, then trembled as he extended his tongue. The moment it finally touched the lewd fluid, he was irrevocably drawn in.

He licked and sucked the insect's venom with his tongue, while the insect licked and sucked his semen.

Whether it was yesterday, last night, or now, everything was only just beginning. The giant centipede and the spider lady, not to be outdone, gently nibbled at the penis that continuously gushed out delicious semen; the insect's feast had only just begun.

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