Chapter 147
Chapter 147
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: I Can Do It Too
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In my reunion with Arachne, I gained new knowledge. Lessons that could never be obtained in a lab, only through relationships with others.
"Is this fucker for real? Joo-ho, you're insane, right? There's no way you'd do this otherwise. Admit it? Yeah?"
"No! I just... I thought you'd get even madder if I lied...!"
"Oh? So you're saying you were hesitating at first, sizing things up to lie to me? Wow, you're really something."
When a woman is angry, even trivial expressions become something you have to watch every word for. That's crucial knowledge. Gotta remember it if I want to stay alive.
"Kek— s-sorry..."
"Why do something you have to apologize for? Wanna just die? Should you and I both kick the bucket here?"
Arachne grabs me by the throat and yanks me up to her eye level. Her face is so twisted, she looks like she'd slaughter anything in sight right then and there, giving off a chilling vibe.
"It's been so long, and every word out of your mouth makes me want to kill you. If I could, I'd do it right now—"
But she freezes mid-motion, squeezes her eyes shut, and takes a deep breath. She's immediately putting the best solution into practice to rein in her surging emotions.
Her raised arm and sharp claws hang in the air for a moment before slowly lowering. The murderous intent fades.
I don't know what flashed through her mind, but it's clear as day that she left a vivid mark on my throat from gripping it.
"Th-thanks... I almost died..."
I collapse to the ground, coughing and gasping, overwhelmed with gratitude for Arachne's merciful choice. She's definitely grown more tolerant; even when I dump all my demands on her like this, she reins in her anger and endures.
Doesn't this mean it'll all work out in the end? Even if she starts off furious and raging, if I give her some time and soothe her gently, her mood will eventually improve.
"Ahem! I'll do better from now on...! I have no intention of betraying you or anything. Trust me a little. Yeah?"
"..."
Arachne stands there with her arms crossed, glaring down at me, but sure enough, that aggressive glare softens after a short hollow laugh.
"Hah, you're unbelievable."
Her sharp spider legs click against the floor as she paces. Circling me, Arachne scans my body once more with those tender eyes.
"You always just talk big. Do better from now on? Better at what? Aren't you ashamed in front of our kid? No sense of responsibility?"
Aggressive words spilling from soft lips,
but in contrast,
the gentle hand caressing her belly.
"Poor baby. Your dad's probably gonna ditch us for good. Wandering around like that, biding his time, then leaving us high and dry."
"That's not it."
Whether Arachne means it or not, I can't just sit there hearing that from a forlorn, lonely pregnant woman. She needs comfort.
"We don't know how it'll turn out yet. The spaceship Isaac and I came on is still a long way from here. It'll take days, maybe weeks, to get there."
Now I gently take Arachne's hand and comfort her in the softest voice I can muster. She doesn't seem to hate the feel of my hand; she sits quietly, letting me be there.
"Let's make some proper plans. Think it over together some more."
Our bond feels worlds apart from the widespread human notions of [marriage] or [husband and wife],
but still, Arachne clearly loves me,
and I take our relationship seriously too.
Honestly, beyond calling it love, I can't explain it without describing the violent circumstances that bind us. We're tied together by invisible threads called love, pulling at each other's arms and legs.
"Bring that up again, and I really won't let it slide?"
Arachne cups the back of my neck and lifts my face close. Our faces are inches apart now. Close enough to feel each other's breath...
"...Or are you doing this on purpose? Met after so long, and you wanna get rough like old times?"
Chuwup!
Before I can even respond, she presses her lips to mine. It starts sweet and gentle, but as Arachne's body and heart heat up, it grows more intense.
Her tongue, still laced with a bitter tea scent, invades my defenseless mouth, stealing my saliva at will.
I consider pushing her away, thinking it's too reckless,
"Ugh... chuuup..."
but right now, I'm in no position to demand anything, so I offer no real resistance, just yielding my mouth and tongue obediently.
Arachne's the type who suits unleashing her emotions and desires freely more than accepting warm words of comfort from someone.
If letting her vent like this improves her mood and lets us start searching for Paradise Ship survivors, I'd offer my body a hundred times over. Honestly, it's not that tough.
It's better than being relentlessly hounded day and night by those desert women who wanted to kill me. The fatigue's similar, but my mindset's completely different.
Arachne is a full-fledged...
companion and lover carrying my child.
Time to accept it. I need to open my heart more to all the women traveling with me.
But even if I'm set on changing my ways,
every one of my relationships is riddled with headaches and complications—especially by human standards.
"Phew! W-wait! That hurts, go easy...!"
Arachne hugs me tight and shoves me against the wall for easier access, then gropes my ass like it's hers. Usually, this is what women get...
"It hurts...! Hah—"
Arachne just smirks like she's enjoying my reaction and unleashes another sloppy kiss. The wet, lewd sounds echoing in my ear set my body and mind ablaze.
"Joo-ho, keep your hands off. Stay still. You said you'd do better?"
"Hah, seriously... Fine, just go easy! T-tickles, stop that too...!"
They say lovers reunite with fiery passion after time apart, but this is intense even before it starts.
Arachne's breathing quickens. The flush on her cheeks and her hot breath invade my lungs and heart, forcing excitement on me.
"Let's see how good you are. I'm looking forward to it..."
Arachne rips off my clothes with those long claws. The cold air hitting my skin is forgotten as her scorching body envelops me.
Our prolonged upper-body debate has already revved up our weapons down below. My underwear can't hide the throbbing erection begging to plunge anywhere.
Before it, Arachne's two fingers part a delightful hole. Hot and tightly clenched, it's already dripping sticky honey, luring its mate.
Just pressing against it feels perfect. When Arachne squeezes me tighter, it barely squeezes through the tight folds, filling her completely.
My nerves, already hypersensitive from focus below, meet this exquisite tightness that blurs my mind...
"Yeah, that's the face."
Strength drains from my body,
and my thigh muscles bulge instead.
Arachne smiles in satisfaction, claims my lips again, and rocks her hips little by little...
Ziiing!
"Dr., your heart rate and breathing are unstable. I've deployed due to perceived danger."
Wait, hold on.
This was getting really good.
"Release the doctor, Arachne."
"What's that? When'd it learn our language?"
Amy slices through the spiderweb wall out of nowhere and enters. But the moment she realizes what [act] we're in the middle of, she freezes like a scrap heap, eyes blinking.
"Ah—"
Psssh!
Steam hisses from behind her ear. Her expressionless face stays the same, but her camera lenses dart between me and Arachne, showing bewilderment.
"Cease immediately."
Amy strides over and forcibly separates us. Arachne isn't weak, but she can't match Amy.
"Hah?"
"Amy, I'm fine! I told you to stand by, why'd you come bursting in...?"
Truth be told, I'm a bit disappointed too. I'd psyched myself up for the pleasure ahead, only for Amy to drag my naked self back into the cave.
What can I say to get Amy to leave? A little fun time with Arachne, then some service all around, and we could keep things good...
"Not allowed."
But the moment Amy whips around, I turn into a mute fool, words failing me.
"I'm by your side, Dr. You don't need to have sex with creatures like that. I can do it too."
"Huh?"
"Hah?"
The ever-expressionless Amy
now pouts like a little girl,
protruding her lips as she speaks.