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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The mermaids, at least, had treated me with a certain level of respect, befitting the title of “husband.”
If I seemed tired, they would let me rest, share a brief kiss, or give me a moment of peace…
“Stop! Stop…!”
But the spiders were different. They relentlessly pursued their pleasure, even as I trembled and pleaded.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sister, I’ll hold him down.”
The human body wasn’t designed for constant ejaculation. I needed a break.
When sexual stimulation went beyond a certain point, only pain remained.
“Wait… wait a minute… please…”
I knew struggling was futile.
One of the spiders slipped her arm around my chest, pinning me down. I was trapped, unable to move.
Like a helpless insect caught in a web.
I could only beg for mercy.
“M-my body is weak…! I-I really can’t do this anymore. I’ll die…!”
“You’re a noisy one, Juho.”
But the spiders simply gagged me with a thick strand of webbing.
Then, the relentless kissing resumed. This wasn’t foreplay, it was predation.
Below, the relentless demands for my seed continued,
And above, the unbridled lust of these depraved females oozed from their every pore.
Females in their prime, who had never experienced a male.
They were desperate, as if trying to make up for lost time.
This wasn’t,
Like the mermaids’ seductive allure…
“Slurp- Cough! Please…! Gasp…”
This was torture.
They treated me like a sperm-dispensing toy.
Our navels pressed together, our bodies inseparable. There wasn’t even a sliver of space between us.
My body screamed in protest. My penis, trapped inside her, was limp and unresponsive.
But the spiders, oblivious, continued their relentless thrusting.
“Stop, stop it…!”
I tried to push them away, but it was no use.
One held me down from behind,
Another ravished me,
And the third nibbled and licked my ear, her hand exploring her own sex.
“Aaaaagh! It hurts! It hurts! What are you doing…!”
When their excitement reached fever pitch, they would mark my body with their claws and teeth, jolting me back to reality.
“Stay still.”
But I couldn’t do anything.
“If you keep making noise, I’ll make sure you can’t cry anymore.”
I understood what that meant.
The spider tapped my throat, her words sending a chill down my spine, far more terrifying than any other threat.
“Will you be a good boy? Or do you want to keep crying?”
She smiled sweetly,
Her expression unchanging…
“You’ll be good, won’t you?”
I swallowed hard, my body trembling.
I would die.
This wasn’t a threat,
It was a gentle warning.
They didn’t need to threaten me.
They could,
Easily,
Kill me whenever they pleased.
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“…”
The spiders finally left, satisfied, after hours of forced copulation.
I remained immobile, unable to move.
I should have been digging my escape tunnel.
“Doctor.”
Amy, who had been pretending to be lifeless, quietly called out to me.
But I couldn’t respond. I simply stared at the cave ceiling, tears silently streaming down my face.
I didn’t want to cry,
But I couldn’t help it.
“Doctor, are you alright?”
A man shouldn’t cry over something like this.
I wanted to brush it off and start digging, but…
“…”
My body and mind, ravaged and abused, refused to cooperate.
The blood trickling down my skin,
The lingering taste of the spiders’ saliva,
Their lustful scent and expressions,
Haunted me.
And there was one more thing that made my situation even more unbearable.
After their merciless assault, the spiders had left strange cocoons in my cave.
One for each of them. I didn’t want to know what was inside.
After their pleasure,
They had deposited something from within themselves into the cocoons.
Something coated in my semen…
“Damn it! Please…!”
Spider eggs.
I didn’t know their exact biology, but spiders typically laid their eggs and incubated them within cocoons.
I didn’t understand how they could lay eggs, considering they had human-like upper bodies and female genitalia.
“Sob… ah, it won’t open…”
No, that wasn’t important.
What mattered was that I couldn’t break the cocoons.
“Amy, what do I do… these… these…”
“My apologies. I am unable to assist.”
Both Amy and I,
Knew this was their method of reproduction.
But we were helpless.
“Th-then… if I leave them like this…”
If I left them like this,
Offspring carrying my genes would be born.
“Fuck! Fuck…!”
Consumed by rage and fear, I resumed digging my escape tunnel.
A seemingly endless task.
Crack-
No matter how hard I struck the rock face, only small fragments broke off.
If I was subjected to this treatment every day,
It would take at least two months to dig my way out.
At least two months,
60 days…
“Fucking bastards…”
I forced myself to move, trying to shake off the lingering sensations of their bodies and the sharpness of their claws.
Crack-
Focus.
I couldn’t give up over something like this. I would deal with the cocoons later.
I had ejaculated inside the mermaids as well.
I was afraid of the cocoons because they were right in front of me.
Forget about them. Focus on digging.
Yes.
I would think about what to do after I escaped.
That calmed me somewhat.
Once I was out, I would search for the spaceship.
Even though the Paradise had crashed,
Escaping wasn’t impossible if I avoided the moon.
If I timed my escape when the moon was on the opposite side of the planet, its tentacles might not be able to intercept the spaceship.
…I wanted to believe that.
Or rather, I wanted to believe the tentacles I had seen during the Paradise’s crash were a hallucination.
It was impossible. If the moon’s tentacles were a living organism, they defied the laws of physics.
But considering everything I had experienced on this planet,
I no longer knew what was possible and what wasn’t.
“Stop! Stop…!”
The spiders visited whenever they had the opportunity. Sometimes all four of them, sometimes just one, slipping into the cave and ravishing me with a hungry glint in their eyes.
“S-sorry, sisters… but Juho, let’s have the most children. What do you say?”
They competed for my seed, creating a new cocoon after each encounter.
With each new cocoon, the space within my cave dwindled.
I couldn’t avoid looking at them.
Even as I was being ravaged by the spiders, the cocoons remained within my field of vision.
“Stop, stop it… please…”
The sight of them made it difficult to breathe.
How long would it take for them to hatch?
Would they all hatch?
I asked the spiders, but they didn’t answer.
To them, I was simply a vessel for creating a new generation of spiders.
“Amy… still nothing…?”
“No.”
All I could rely on was Amy’s detection capabilities.
Even though her sensors were limited without a body,
They were still functional enough to monitor the cocoons.
“Doctor, you must resume digging.”
“I know! Fuck! I know!”
I snapped at Amy, even though she had done nothing wrong.
“I know!”
The growing number of cocoons chipped away at my sanity.
“…I know. Yes… Amy, I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
“It is acceptable.”
Amy seemed to understand my stress.
She no longer bothered with deep breathing exercises or stress level reports.
They were useless now.
As long as the cocoons remained,
My fear would never subside.
…And then,
I saw something familiar. A black blade.
Slash-
The unyielding spider silk, which had resisted all my efforts, finally tore.
“Ah…?”
And through the opening,
I saw a familiar shade of lavender.
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Fated to die by snu-snu
Rape is bad. [He] is boss