The Spider Empress Descends
Let's see what kind of disaster I've summoned this time. This month's pickup gacha summon turned out to be a dinosaur. A mechanical Tyrannosaurus, no less! Does that make it a robot shaped like a dinosaur rather than an actual one? Either way, it doesn't matter. Who in their right mind would pour money into a gacha with no pity system just to pull a character that isn't even the featured pickup? If it were anyone else, they'd probably call me insane, or beg me to share the wealth since I clearly have cash to burn. Morvanel, let's see just how much you'll drain from your master's pockets.
[Would you like to perform a 10-pull?]
"Do it."
Ten cards fanned out across the screen with a crisp flourish, but there was no radiant gold glow or flashy effects. If SSRs are gold, what color would an SSS be? And how exactly would one even appear? Unfortunately, our high-and-mighty Spider Empress apparently wasn't satisfied with a single ten-pull. Then again, pulling a cheat character that easily would ruin the fun. The counter kept climbing. Ten pulls. Twenty. Thirty. I ignored every other summon and kept hammering the button. Thanks to the gang's stash, money wasn't an issue, and the hospital bills plus prosthetic costs were apparently being covered by our dear President, so I had nothing to worry about.
I kept tapping like a gambling addict who'd lost all sense of money, until the hospital room suddenly filled with thick gray mist. What the hell? Had the Holy Empire sent an assassin after me? I was about to summon Tirga when a familiar voice cut through the fog.
"It's been a while, darling."
She appeared. Short black hair, expensive-looking sunglasses, and a luxurious white fur coat draped over her shoulders—the Spider Empress herself. Her face was beautiful, haughty, and ice-cold. Any half-baked man who approached her would probably piss himself and forget how to speak.
"Morvanel. You finally showed up. Do you even know how much money that body of yours has cost me?"
"Oh, come now. I'm an expensive woman. But since I've officially joined you, I'll make sure I return more than what you've invested. I'm on a completely different level from that barbaric electric-spouting savage, so look forward to it."
"I'm looking forward to it already."
"Then how about we finish what we couldn't do last time?"
Morvanel suddenly climbed on top of me and began skillfully stripping my clothes. No matter how private this single room was, this was still a hospital. Doing something this embarrassing here was—
Kraaaah! I'm about to get eaten by a spider. Save me, Tirga! Richel! Lati!
"Don't worry, darling. No one will be able to come in here."
"Hey, Morvanel? Can't we do this next time? My arm's still messed up and my body's in terrible shape."
"Hmm. Can't be helped, I suppose."
She stopped undressing me and instead covered my lips with her own. A sweet scent flooded in along with a thick wave of saliva that invaded my mouth and assaulted my taste buds. Kraaaah! My nose and mouth are being violated at the same time. It wasn't a simple kiss. It was a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. Apparently unsatisfied with just that, Morvanel left a kiss mark on my collarbone. The sharp pain jolted me so hard my eyes squeezed shut on reflex.
"Hehe. A gift from the Spider Empress, pinnacle of the abyss."
"Ugh… what the hell did you do?"
"I marked you as mine. Now no one will be able to touch you. If anyone tries, I'll chase them all the way to hell and make them suffer. By the way, who was it? The bastard who cut off our precious darling's arm? I'll send my subordinates right now to kill not just him, but his family, lover, friends—everyone he holds dear. Sound good?"
So this was what a yandere looked like. Her face, where ecstasy and madness coexisted, was more terrifying than anything I'd ever seen. And yet, why the hell was my dick reacting and standing at attention? No, even so, doing it in this condition might actually kill me. I had to endure! Then again, they say a man only needs enough strength to hold a spoon to have sex, so would I really die? If I were that fragile, I would've died while doing it with Tirga already.
"Morvanel, have you ever heard the saying that revenge is best served cold?"
"Hmm? I think I've heard something like that."
"Right now that revenge is still too hot. If I try to eat it, I'll probably burn the roof of my mouth. So it's not time yet."
"Understood, darling. Our darling really is smart and cultured."
Just then, a knock came from outside—the nurse. The gray mist that had filled the room when Morvanel appeared vanished without a trace, and she was gone as well. Was that a dream too? I felt like I needed to spin a top or something to check. 'Don't worry, darling. From now on, I'll always be by your side.' Her telepathic voice echoed in my mind, sending a chill down my spine. I'd pulled an incredibly dangerous summon. Still, as long as her performance was solid, it didn't matter. Maybe Tirga had been the wholesome, mild-flavored summon all along. I suddenly missed Tirga's big, soft chest. Burying my face in it and nuzzling would feel amazing right about now.
"How is the patient's condition?"
"Not bad."
"That's good to hear. Lady Eva's medical magic is at a level even the President acknowledges."
The pretty elf nurse in her pastel uniform used magic to check my condition. She seemed surprised, saying my energy had recovered quite a bit. Then she said she'd change my bandages and reached for my body—only for her breathing to grow rough, her eyes to glaze over, and drool to drip from her mouth. Her hands weren't just unwrapping the bandages; they were groping my bare skin.
Whoa, why the hell did she suddenly go into heat? You crazy elf!
"Hah… so this is a human male's body…"
"Kraaaah! Richel, save me!"
Richel didn't appear to rescue me this time either. Fortunately, a member of the Imperial Guard happened to be passing by in the hallway and heard my scream. She burst through the door, assessed the situation, and immediately arrested the nurse on the spot for attempting to sexually assault the Führer's honored guest. The way she twisted the elf's arm and subdued her without mercy made me feel sorry for even comparing her to a female cop. Elf women really were incredibly strong. The thought of Richel using those techniques on me sent a shiver down my spine.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"I can't believe something so disgraceful happened. I'll report this to the Führer immediately and ensure severe punishment. Please forgive us."
"Severe punishment? There's no need to go that far…"
The guard ignored my words and dragged the nurse away. Press X to pay respects to the horny nurse. Just how pent-up had she been to get turned on by a patient? Then again, maybe it was for the best. If the guard hadn't shown up, Morvanel probably would've killed the nurse in some horrific way.
"Morvanel, you're still here, aren't you?"
"Hah. Our darling is just too popular for his own good. Well, the black-clad elf took care of it before I even had to lift a finger, so I saved some energy."
I'd chased away the tiger only for a lion to show up. Morvanel naturally sat beside me and began running her hands over my body. These SSS-rank summons were all desperate to devour their master. I really needed to establish some discipline. But the other party was that terrifying, monstrous spider—if I messed around, I'd become spider food. In that case, I'd just have to turn the tables and touch her instead. Our President once said that national power lies not in defense, but in offense. I slipped my hand inside her coat and grabbed her breast. To think such magnificent fruit had been hidden underneath. Her figure was in no way inferior to Tirga's. My strength might be lacking, but I had confidence in my hand techniques. Even with only one hand, pleasuring a woman wasn't difficult.
"Hah! Master, if you touch me there…"
After stroking her face once, I focused my attention on her breasts, stomach, and lower regions. Morvanel twisted her body, her face flushing red. As expected, stimulating the clitoris along with kissing was the best. Almost no woman could stay unaffected by that.
"Getting me this worked up… I can't possibly hold back now."
"W-what?"
"This is all your fault. Flaunting yourself like this and begging to be taken."
She pushed me down and dramatically threw off her clothes. Before I knew it, Morvanel was completely naked. While her legs weren't human, her upper body and intimate area were still in human form. Good grief. I'd finally reached the point of being devoured by a spider-human. "Hey, Morvanel? Could you hide those spider legs on your back? At least take on a fully human form."
"All right, darling. That's easy enough."
Morvanel pulled the blanket over us, pressed her upper body against mine, and began moving her hips in earnest. Though her expression remained cold, the inside of her was warm and slick. She let out adorable moans, repeatedly saying how good it felt. I wasn't exactly complaining either. Surprisingly, we were incredibly compatible. "Ahn, hngh… darling, you're too amazing. I want to have sex with you all day long."
"Are you trying to actually kill your master?! Mmph!"
She covered my mouth and moved her hips even faster, squeezing me tightly. That exquisite yet powerful grip brought me to the edge, and I released inside her in a satisfying burst. Coming while kissing… the stimulation was pretty intense.
"You did say your body wasn't in good condition, so I'll stop here for today. Then I'll be going."
Morvanel vanished in an instant. The reason was simple—there was a knock at the door, followed by the voices of Richel and Lati. Shit. I'm completely naked, and I just finished. The thick scent of a male was still hanging in the air.
"Mar, are you still sleeping? Can we come in?"
"W-wait a second."
Damn it, trying to put my clothes back on with only one arm was a nightmare. Somehow, through sheer improvisation, I managed to make everything look normal and told them to enter. Richel had brought a basket of fruit and a container of juice. So this was what it felt like when a girlfriend brought gifts for her boyfriend? Ah, fantasy really was wonderful. Being able to experience sweet moments like this too.
"What's all this?"
"I bought some imperial fruits and juice. I'll feed you."
"Hmm? Boss?"
"Lati, what's wrong?"
Lati was sniffing the air, looking at me with suspicious eyes. She must have noticed what I'd been doing in the hospital room. This was exactly why I hated sharp-witted women. While Richel was looking away, I winked at Lati and made a gesture asking her to keep it a secret. Lati pouted but reluctantly let it slide. Whew. Thank goodness.