Arachne's First Step
"That's disappointing... You never reacted like that when I touched you."
"It's because you lack delicacy, President."
The white-haired woman watched her friend, who was now straddling the counselor whose limbs were firmly bound by spider silk, cutely pleading for the lead. Another woman's silhouette stood behind her like a shadow, peering over her shoulder at the screen. The room was dim and hazy with cigar smoke, but that only made it the perfect place to rudely observe the woman's historic first experience on screen.
"If I did it properly, I could finish him in five minutes... no, one minute."
"I'm sure you could."
"Ha, you still don't know why Dora's so obsessed with me, do you?"
The childish bickering that was about to descend into something vulgar paused thanks to a sudden question.
"But why are you here?"
"Because the President confiscated all my terminals, saying I was under house arrest."
"No, I know that... I'm asking why someone under house arrest is here."
The conversation didn't quite mesh at first, but after spending so much time together, the two women understood each other perfectly.
"This is the only place I can watch how Ung-ssi keeps adding more women to his collection."
"Right. I expected as much, but hearing it out loud... you're really something else. And you just said 'watching,' not 'monitoring'?"
"Did I? Then let's just call it that. I'm still under house arrest, after all."
"..."
She was left speechless by the sheer audacity, but since she herself wasn't exactly innocent for taking over monitoring Arachne's containment room in place of the Management Team Leader who was under house arrest, she decided to just drop it rather than give her an opening.
Just when it seemed the conversation had ended, another important topic came up.
"Will this really bring us closer to our goal?"
It seemed like an odd question to ask while watching a pair about to mate on screen, but the other woman answered seriously.
"We're just testing the possibility. To prove that we and humans can truly mingle and connect, we'll need plenty of examples."
Despite the clean answer, the woman behind the mask still gazed at the screen with clear distrust in her eyes. Then, whether by chance or not, she noticed the counselor twitching violently as he raised his manhood.
"..."
For more reliable results, the selected subject needed to be ordinary enough to represent the group. But could the current counselor really be called ordinary? He had been brought in as someone suited for counseling containment entities, only to manifest a mental-type ability... one capable of affecting even angels, who were nearly immune to mental attacks. On top of that, he was receiving intense interest from multiple friendly entities that even she found difficult to handle, earning their trust and protection. Some of them even existed in symbiosis with him in a form beyond mere concept. And above all...
"If the human side is female, a pervert who can get it up no matter what doesn't exactly make for a convincing argument."
"True. There's some merit to that, but we can't afford to be picky. Besides, we need it, don't we? We have to reproduce too."
After hearing that blunt secondary objective, the conversation paused again. They watched the man and woman on screen awkwardly shifting for a while before continuing.
"Come to think of it, it's surprising the President still hasn't made a move. She has no intention of setting an example first?"
"You know how scary Dora gets when she's angry. And I'm not really into kind, sincere men. It's only fun when I'm teasing them."
"I agree that teasing is fun, but the way you say it..."
Perhaps because the other woman trailed off with a knowing smirk, she bit down hard on the cigar at her waist and hurriedly tried to protest before the words even came out, though it only sounded like an excuse.
"It's true! What am I supposed to do when strong males rarely appear? It's not like I can just grab one!"
"Ah, was it some ancient racial custom? You can't touch males, so you go around touching women with all that overflowing lust instead... I wonder if either side is properly satisfied. How sad."
"I am properly satisfied! And you, of all people—!"
Feeling her pride wounded by the word "sad," she huffed indignantly before realizing she'd been led by the nose. She gave up on the pointless counterattack and changed the subject.
"Haa, you... If you're not going to shut up and watch, get out. Or else I'll take you down today."
"I'll watch quietly, so please calm down. And stop sneaking your own desires into the conversation."
"... Tehe."
When she pointed out that "take you down" clearly meant onto the bed, the woman grinned bashfully as if asking if she'd been caught. It was impressive in its own way.
"By the way, will Ung-ssi be okay? I know Arachne's physical abilities and strength are on a completely different level from the women he's faced so far."
"Yeah, well... he'll be fine, right? Undine's there too."
The counselor probably thought only her lower body had monstrous strength and corresponding durability, but if he actually fought her, he'd realize the truth. While her spider half was indeed stronger, her human half also possessed considerable specs. The fact that she had only left a few bruises on the Field Team Leader's fingers and wrists after binding her with silk was proof enough. And above all, her stamina...
"... He'll be fine. Probably."
Saying it twice made it sound like she was reassuring herself, but neither of them had any intention of stopping what was happening on screen.
*
So... how should I put this? It felt a little different from cowgirl position... more like suspended?
"... Can you really do it?"
"I won't leave it to you."
I'd already lost her trust by forcing her into consecutive orgasms when she wasn't even used to climaxing yet, making her squirt all over my face. But remembering Dorothy's first time, I worried if it was really okay to leave everything to the woman.
"This... here... this really feels good?"
'Will it even go in...?'
"At first... well, since it's your first time, it might hurt a little."
She flinched.
"..."
'I don't want it to hurt.'
It wouldn't just "might" hurt—it would definitely be painful for her. But all I could do was reassure her as much as possible. If she stayed tense and didn't relax, it would hurt twice as much for both of us.
"Uh... how much... will it hurt...?"
"... Hmm, I think it varies from person to person?"
The way she asked again how much it would hurt was so cute that my manhood twitched on its own, which only made her hesitate even more.
"... Uuu."
'It's so big, and it keeps twitching like it could get even bigger... I'm scared.'
Those clumsy movements, mixed with fear and tension, looked like she was trying to act grown-up, which I found strangely arousing. Right now, she was fully using her advantage of having my limbs tightly bound, wanting to take the lead herself.
Swish... rustle...
'She hesitated so much... she might be a little dry.'
Of course, things weren't going as smoothly as she'd hoped. Whether she'd finally made up her mind or was simply pushed by the realization that nothing would happen if she stayed like this, she reached behind her...
Creak...
"... Oh."
Her firm legs carefully stepped on the surrounding spider silk one by one, finding her balance. She grabbed the twitching tip of my manhood and boldly aligned it with her entrance. Then, as if checking if I was properly wet, she stroked me up and down with her hand. My long-neglected manhood finally began to rejoice at even that rough stimulation.
"Is this... going in?"
'When I touched it myself... it was much thicker, and... hard, and hot...'
Despite her fear, she clearly wanted to confirm our relationship. She began rubbing my manhood against her most intimate place using her flexible waist. In reality, she was trying to insert it, but since it wasn't working, it just looked like she was rubbing.
"Yeah... ah, ugh..."
She glared at my manhood as it kept slipping and sliding past her folds. Then, with a swift motion—swish!—she pressed down firmly.
"Ah, Arachne?"
"Just... I'm only trying to hold it in place."
'And... I think we need more lubricant...'
Since it didn't seem like it would go in easily, I understood her trying to fix my manhood in place with silk so it wouldn't keep slipping. But then—drip... drip... plop...
"Arachne, that...?"
"..."
When she brought her hand back from behind her, I saw a sticky liquid coating her palm—the same one I'd seen before. Could it be... the liquid she'd spat on my face back then? The milky-white, viscous fluid still steaming with warmth. She lightly clenched her fist and rubbed it between her palm and fingers.
Squish...
When she opened her hand again, the sticky, slippery fluid from her most private place stretched into countless threads, dripping lewdly as if salivating.
Was she really going to use that...? Seriously...?
"... Don't look at it like that. It's not weird."
"... Gulp."
"Y-you..."
She insisted it wasn't weird while that obscenely stretching liquid hung from her palm, which only made it look even more lewd. I was starting to look forward to it.
Drip... drip... squelch...
"Oh... ooh..."
As expected, she carefully stroked my manhood with that slick hand. The exact lewd texture I'd imagined clung to her slender fingers and coated me.
"Oh... hoo..."
"D-don't make weird noises...!"
"No... I can't help it... ooh."
Squelch... stroke... thrust...
Even though I knew it was a special fluid she used to control the viscosity of her silk, memories of directly stirring her sticky insides with my fingers, receiving that hot liquid on my face, and her disheveled expression back then overlapped. It was impossible to think of it as "not weird" anymore. Her fingers meticulously stroking me felt like nectar in a moment of desperate thirst.
"Oh... ngh?!"
Because of that, I was honestly caught off guard. I'd managed to endure her fairly skilled handjob and even her clumsy blowjob, but this special fluid of hers—simply slippery and sticky—brought me to the edge in an instant. A tingling sensation of climax shot up my spine to the crown of my head. Then—squeeze! The silk holding my manhood tightened sharply in response to my twitching.
"Ah... ah?"
Instinctively savoring the pleasure, I naturally began trembling my hips to enjoy the afterglow. But the silk she'd tightened forcibly blocked my release, not allowing even a single drop to escape. For the first time, I truly felt that I was bound.
"Why...?"
"..."
I couldn't help but look up at her with resentful eyes. But she was staring back at me with a cute, sulky expression, as if I were the one who'd done something wrong.
"... I heard from Elise."
"??"
No matter the reason, I couldn't accept having a pleasurable climax interrupted. But then—squirt... drip... plop.
"..."
She briefly pulled her hand away from my now-white, sticky manhood and spread her own flesh wide open again. When she spoke, I found myself nodding as if entranced.
"The first time... I'm going to take it properly, right here."