9 Chapter 9: An Arching Arachne

'Lick my teat.'

The same words repeated in Rhys's mind as he watched the arachne very gently fondle her own bosom. The edges of her fingers, being filled up due to how soft and large they seemingly were.

Does… he really have no other options here? Rhys thought.

"Hm?" The arachne seemed to have noticed him hesitating; her head, slightly tilting to the side as the smile on her face turned into light bewilderment. But then, very slowly, the smile once again appeared on her face.

She lifted one of her soft bosoms closer to her face, before leaning her head down and sticking out her tongue. She then turned to look Rhys straight in the eyes… before touching the tip of her tongue on her own teat.

"!!!" And like a throb that echoed throughout his entire body, Rhys felt a sort of warmth rushing through his veins—like a surge of power that made him feel like he could survive anything the world throws at him.

Unfortunately for him, that surge of power all settled at the already raging rod between his legs.

"...Fuck," he breathed out. Did he really have a fetish he wasn't aware of? Monsters? Isn't this considered beastiality?

Rhys then immediately shook his head. It wasn't the time to think about anything else, because this wasn't about anything else other than survival.

And so, with a gulp, Rhys very slowly made his way closer to the arachne.

"Don't… eat me," Rhys said as he raised both his hands in surrender. The arachne, however, only shivered as soon as Rhys's bewitching voice touched her ears.

"..." And as Rhys was now once again right in front of the arachne, with his eyes now higher than hers—it almost felt as if he could do anything. He looked at her eyes, before very slowly pushing away the hair that was on her face.

Rhys's silver eyes then slightly flickered, before a small, and very gentle smile formed on his face.

"You're more human than most people I've met…" Rhys then said as he brushed the arachne's cheek with the back of his fingers, "...more beautiful too."

"..." The arachne's eyes slightly widened as she heard that. And then, with a small breath escaping her lips, she rested her cheek on Rhys's hand.

And then, very slowly… Rhys started to kneel; his hand trailing down her neck, only stopping as he reached one of her large round bosoms.

"..." It didn't even fit his hand—but it didn't matter, it wasn't his hand that needed to do something.

"Hm…" Rhys then leaned his head closer to the great mound in front of him; his breaths, causing the arachne to let out a small, but unfettered moan.

And then, with another breath, Rhys stuck out his tongue.

"Nn…"

Rhys's wet tongue has not even touched the arachne's perked teat, and yet her breath already shivered.

"..." Rhys looked at the pink cherry in front of him; his thoughts, no longer hesitating even as it was covered with cobwebs.

This is about survival.

He has to escape the hell that he has been living in his entire life, or at the very least… drag the people that needed to be in it inside with him. And for that… he needed to survive.

This is all this is—survival.

And so, with that thought, Rhys very gently placed his tongue on the arachne's almost swelling pink teat.

"Ahn!" A loud moan quickly escaped the arachne's lips as her entire body jolted; even her legs that had already lost their strength all curled—practically digging through the hard ground.

"..." Rhys quickly looked up to see if the last heart above the arachne's head already turned, but there were no changes yet. No matter… he was only starting.

Rhys buried his face in her ample bosom, fully wrapping arachne's pink teat in his wet mouth. His tongue started flicking out constantly as he suckled her teat repeatedly, causing the arachne to arch her back.

"Hun…" Moans once again escaped the arachne's lips. They were small at first—but monsters like her knew not of restraint; she allowed her moans to grow longer and stronger.

Rhys did not stop. Instead, he suckled even stronger. And as the arachne felt her teat very slightly being stretched, a shiver went down her spine, causing her stomach to tighten and shiver at the same time.

"Hn!" And then, with a screaming gasp that caused everything around them to ripple, the arachne suddenly grabbed the back of Rhys's head; burrowing it even deeper into her bosom.

"!!!" Rhys could really only wake up from his wild stupor as he felt his skull seconds away from being crushed. If the arachne didn't have such large and ample soft bosoms, then his head would have burst like a watermelon right now.

Luckily for Rhys, the pressure didn't last long as the arachne's entire body seemed to have gone limp.

"..." Rhys waited for a few seconds, before pulling his head back—his saliva, stringing out from his mouth before dripping down on the arachne's soft bosom.

The arachne's entire body once again shivered; every breath and movement, she could suddenly feel crawling on her skin. Her face was completely flushed; almost reflecting the color of her perked teat.

Her bosoms, very lightly puffing in and out due to her heavy and fettered breaths. She was smiling, however. A shivering smile that caused the blood flowing through Rhys's veins to once again gather in the thing between his legs.

No—Rhys quickly whispered to himself as he shook his head of whatever disturbing thoughts were growing in it. He then turned to look at the 5 hearts floating above the arachne's head…

…only to see the last heart very slowly turning red.

And then, there it is—5 Red Hearts.

"..." Rhys waited for something to happen; his eyes, looking back and forth between his hands and the arachne…

…but nothing really happened. No... he could feel a change growing inside his body, he just doesn't know what yet.

"That was good, human…" The arachne seemed to be regaining its strength as its legs started standing up; her eyes, still focused on Rhys,

"...And now I'm hungry."

He's dead. He is officially dead.

He did all of that for nothing.

"Wait…" Rhys slightly took a step back, before turning to look at the thing between his legs,

"...I can do more."

"Oh…?" The arachne raised an eyebrow as she looked at Rhys's long and hard weapon, "...And what do you plan to do with that?"

And as soon as the arachne said those words, the 5 red hearts above his head merged into one—turning into a larger heart. Its color, however, was once again gray.

Rhys was aware that bosses in video games usually have 2nd phases, but he didn't expect something like this.

"I can—"

"I think I heard someone here! It might be the students that fell!"

And before Rhys could finish his words, several voices started echoing from the darker parts of the cave—people.

"Oh, I suppose time is up," the arachne then let out a small chuckle as she looked at where the voices were coming from, "I have to say, I had fun."

"..." Rhys once again took a step back as the arachne approached him.

"My name is Arachnea."

Contrary to his expectations, however, the arachne just stretched her hand to him. Rhys didn't really know what else to do but just shake her hand.

"I'm… Rhys," he said—wondering if monsters typically have names.

"Rhys, hm…" Arachnea then smiled and licked her lips, "Well, Rhys…

…perhaps I'll eat you next time."

"I saw something here!"

And with the voices of the people nearing, the arachne in front of Rhys just suddenly vanished.

"I see a shadow, someone is here!"

Rhys did not really have time to react to anything, he just stood there without saying a word as the voices coming from afar finally showed themselves to him.

There were 5 of them—and judging by what they were wearing and by the fact they were here in the first place, they were most likely Explorers tasked to clear out this Hole.

"..." Rhys then turned to look at the 5 explorers…

…only to see all of their eyes looking at the thing dangling between his legs.

"I…" Rhys let out a small but very deep sigh. And instead of covering his deadly weapon, he quickly messed up and pulled down his hair to cover his face instead,

"I am not going to explain anything."