Chapter 320
Chapter 320
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 320
Chapter Title: Honeybee Uproar
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The work proceeded smoothly, just as always.
We followed Winia's judgment to set our direction, avoiding the paths we'd taken recently as we pushed deeper into the jungle. Of course, smashing the hornets we encountered along the way was even easier than swatting a fly.
They might be a disaster on a city-wide scale, but when they crossed our path, they were nothing more than pathetic bugs that crumpled like paper.
Only the weak would fear something like that.
Twitch... twitch...
The hornet I'd just split open at the head convulsed, spewing all sorts of fluids. I immediately sliced open its abdomen and harvested the poison sac. These fetched different prices depending on the amount of venom inside, and this one looked like it would go for about three coppers.
I tied off the tip carefully to prevent leaks and stuffed it into my pouch. Before long, the pouch was full and weighed down nicely. And since it was full of liquid, it sloshed around with every step.
Even just this haul would make for a decent day's pay.
"Katt, let's head that way this time."
"Sounds good."
We were pulverizing every hornet we came across, so at some point, the ambushes just stopped dead.
No matter how dumb the creatures were, they were still living beings with an instinct for fear. And we were clearly the embodiment of terror ruling over them.
"Man, it's seriously just hornets out here. Nothing else."
True to her word, it was a veritable field of hornets.
The random mobs that had dotted the area last time were nowhere to be seen now. There was no way the ones that even hunted humans would have left the other monsters in their territory alone.
They'd probably eaten every last one, then ventured out when food ran scarce.
"Last time, there were tons of dryads."
"What, bummed you didn't get to see any dark elf dryads?"
Winia reacted sharply the moment dryads came up.
I got what she was worried about, but I'm a perfectly normal guy—no matter how stunning their looks, I'd never get turned on by monsters.
Back on my beautiful home planet Earth, there were those freaks dubbed "monster-mooch lovers," deranged perverts with twisted libidos. They were the kind of shadowy societal rejects you couldn't trust for a second.
Dryads and alraune might be beautiful, sure, but they were monsters all the same. Come to think of it, those weirdos would probably cream themselves over them.
I just couldn't comprehend it.
"Yeah, real disappointed. Clears my head right up. Those devil bitches."
"Bullshit. You'd dive right in if the dark elf tits were big enough."
Big tits are great.
But not on monsters.
"What do you take me for? Besides, those bitches' racks don't even hold a candle to yours."
"Dark elf, are you seriously comparing my chest to monsters right now?"
"No, that's not what I—"
"Then what did you mean?"
Winia latched onto my words, prodding my breastplate with her staff. Come on, comparing those dryad sluts' chests to Winia's was impossible from the start.
Busty perfection wasn't something you just brushed off.
In all my life, I'd never seen a woman with bigger tits than Winia.
"...I meant your tits are the absolute best."
"Out of nowhere with that? You pervert. Bet you think any tits are fine as long as they're huge."
Winia chuckled playfully and tugged open the top of her robe.
Cleavage.
The urge to bury my face in there hit me like a freight train. Like an ostrich shoving its head in the sand.
"Gah!!!!!!!"
I shook off the temptation and bellowed.
"She's trying to bewitch me with her tits!!"
I meant to scold her hard. But Winia, mischief fully ignited, pulled her tits out entirely and flashed her nipples at me.
"Dark elf, wanna come inside?"
"Yes."
And just like that, we took a break as I buried my face between her cleavage. How the hell did the conversation lead here?
"These tits can't even be compared to dryads'."
"Heh heh. I already know. I know better than anyone how mine look."
My mind was already tamed by Claudy's lower half and Winia's upper half.
"Hmmm, dryads, huh."
And right then, Claudy mulled it over aloud. She was stroking her chin, looking like she was pondering seriously.
Flap flap.
Her ears twitched like a rabbit's.
They always moved in that rhythm when she was thinking something weird.
What the hell are you thinking right now?
"Claudy. You're not thinking something weird, are you?"
"Huh? No?"
I confronted her suddenly, and she widened her eyes, feigning innocence while dodging my gaze. That sealed my suspicions into certainty.
"Then tell me what you were thinking."
"If dryads and humans could have hybrid kids... Kyaa!!"
No need to hear more.
Swish.
I moved in a flash, grabbing her from behind.
"Kyaa! K-Katt...!"
I hugged her tight and chomped on her protruding ears. Claudy's ears were an insanely sensitive erogenous zone.
I gnawed on them with my teeth as punishment, and soon her moans spilled out.
"Who said that!!! Huh!!!"
"Hyu! K-Katt...! Stop! I won't! I swear!!!"
Her legs went weak, body trembling as she nearly collapsed. But I held her firm against me, so she stayed upright.
"Hiii!!!"
I pinned her with my muscles and mercilessly toyed with her ears. What? Dryad-human hybrids? No forgiveness for that!!!
"Katt! I...! I'm gonna...! Stop! Not here!"
"I did wrong! I won't!"
"I did wrong!! Forgive me...! Hyaah?!?!?!"
I focused my assault, and Claudy's thighs clenched as her body convulsed hard.
She let out a massive cry of ecstasy and slumped against me like her strings were cut. Just teasing her ears like this sent her over the edge every time.
What the fuck were we doing in the heart of killer hornet territory?
"Haa..."
I sat her panting self down on a flat rock.
Daring to think something like that?
"Seriously... I was just wondering if hybrids were possible. I had no intention of making you do that with a dryad."
Claudy took deep breaths to compose herself, glaring daggers at me.
"Ugh... my panties are soaked now. You're not getting off easy when we get back."
"Good idea, sis. Wanna test out that thing we bought last time when we return?"
"We should."
What the hell did they buy?
"Test what?"
"Heh heh, dark elf, look forward to it. Got something good."
Some suspicious potion or toy again?
Watching them whisper and giggle gave me chills. Anyway, we chewed on jerky and dried fruit for a quick rest, then pressed on into the jungle.
Bzzz!!
Hornets buzzed in sporadically, but our target wasn't these scrubs—it was the nest. Per Winia's orders, we wounded them without killing and let them fly off.
With luck, one would lead us straight home.
Crunch crunch.
"Oh. This one's got good vibes."
"Good vibes?"
"Look, dark elf. No looping around like last time, right?"
I focused my senses on our current direction.
Looping feeling... gone?
"Up till now, those bugs were looping us on purpose to hide the nest. But this one's heading straight home, looks like."
"Oho, Winia, as expected."
Her confident tone made it ring true. We'd tracked wounded hornets plenty of times before, but no dice.
Today felt different, though. Like we'd finally see results.
A long while later.
After tailing the hornet for ages, we finally reached the truth hidden in the jungle.
Behind the vines.
Between the trees.
Weeeeeeng!!
Bwoooong!!!
Keeeeek!!
Beyond the jungle loomed a massive something—the hornets' nest.
"Hmmm, quite a few, huh? Nest's shaped weird too. Definitely a different breed from sand hornets?"
It was a hive.
A gigantic hive fitting for hornets their size. Countless killer hornets crawled and flew around it busily.
"...We going in close? Looks dicey."
"Hmmm... Find a good defensive spot first. Then I can just torch it from there."
True enough.
We pushed through the underbrush, scouting better positions as we neared the hive.
Uwaaaaa!
Kwaaaaa!
Save meeee!
But the closer we got, the weirder the sounds became.
They were utterly bizarre.
Almost... like human screams.
"Katt, you hear that?"
"You too?"
"Yeah. Human screams."
Adventurers beat us here?
And failed, getting nabbed by the hornets?
"Hmmm."
But that was odd.
The screams weren't short bursts... they kept going.
What the...?
Rustle rustle.
As we crept even closer to the nest, I witnessed the horrifying truth behind those screams.
"Uh."
It was.
"Wh-what the fuuuuuck?!?!?!?!?!?"
Utterly horrific—hell itself.
Kwaaaaa!!!
Save meeeee!
It hurts so muuuuch!!
Flashing in my mind.
1900 Congo.
The brutal, twisted massacre by Belgian killer addicts overlapped with that nightmare from 1900.
Massacre.
Belgium.
Congo.
You might ask what chocolate-making Belgians have to do with massacres, but the Belgians were criminals so savage it wouldn't be exaggeration to say they turned people into chocolate.
Genocide.
Around 1900, the cruel imperialists known as Belgians invaded Congo, turning it into their colony.
Like all imperialists, they didn't shy from slaughter in conquered lands—but they massacred Congolese purely for fun.
Just for kicks, they'd snatch Congolese infants and hurl them like shot puts, burn boys and girls alive while dancing and singing around the flames like a campfire.
Killing adults was as routine as blinking or breathing—no need to mention it.
Truly horrifying, goosebumps all over.
But that was just light post-lunch exercise to them.
The savage Belgians would even gather Congolese families and force them to kill each other—no guilt whatsoever. They'd laugh and bet on survivors, pure evil.
Congolese couldn't even resist.
Why?
Resistance brought torture experts hired by the Belgian government. The Congolese, having seen their "art," had no choice but to slaughter kin just to survive.
Better to kill family than become one of their masterpieces.
Hell, those Belgian fuckers even corralled Congolese kids in zoo cages and mowed them down with machine guns for points.
The right to massacre children fetched high prices in trade.
To the scum-of-the-earth late 19th-early 20th century Belgians, butchering helpless, innocent Congolese kids was just jolly fun and games.
They even treated severed Congolese limbs as prized trophies—so they'd wake up, ditch their sleep caps and socks, then rampage across Congo kidnapping and killing.
No wonder 10 million Congolese died under colonial rule.
All because Belgians reveled in sadistic genocides.
And that atrocity...
Was unfolding before our eyes.
The killer hornets were committing the same horrors as those brutal imperialist Belgians.
A shock like my brain shattering hit me.
"O-ooh...!!! Oooh!! Ooooh!!! This!!! This can't be real!!!!!"
Weeeeeeng!!
Bwoooong!!
Between the combs of the hive.
In other words.
Inside those hexagonal cells.
Human heads protruded, wailing in agony.
Uwaaaaa!!!!!
Get me out!!!!!
Mooooom!!
Dozens of them.
People trapped in the massive nest, lower bodies devoured by the larvae. This was the gruesome end for those kidnapped by killer hornets!!!
"U-ugh! Uwaaa!!! Uwaaaaa!!!!"
Screams burst from my own mouth.
The victims spanned all ages and genders.
Those screaming were someone's sons, daughters. They didn't deserve such miserable, horrific deaths!!
Bwoong!!
In the air, fresh captives and corpses dangled from the hornets' sturdy legs, ferried to the nest nonstop.
The swarm dumped a body into a cell—
Chomp!
A massive murderous larva lunged out, snatching the corpse with its huge jaws.
Horrific scene!!!
Snapping back to reality, I screamed again and drew my sword! The heads trapped between hive cells reminded me of the old bag-seller grandpa's house!
Kwaaaaa!!
Endless screams pouring out!!!
So grotesquely nightmarish!!!
"This can't be reality—!!!!!!!!!!!"
Dozens of human heads protruding from the massive hive gripped my mind. I couldn't think straight anymore.
What were imperialists? What were Belgians? What even were killer hornets? It all blurred.
Sword raised high, I vowed to slaughter every hornet here. For the independence of Congo.