Hey, Honeybee (2)
I had no idea how much time had passed while getting what felt like either a body check or straight-up groping from 19912 and 20134, but we finally arrived at the Honeybee Autonomous District. One look at the place, and I could see why they called it a kingdom.
It wasn't super tall, but there were walls that looked kinda like castle battlements, and right in the center stood a palace that gleamed like it was made of pure flash. Anyone would call that a kingdom.
"This way, please, Strong Cock sir."
And right now, I was walking through the inner palace of that kingdom, guided by 6974.
The moment we arrived, some maid in a frilly outfit who introduced herself as something like number 30,000 handed me clothes to change into.
Fuck, walking through this luxurious palace in a yellow-and-black two-tone suit that made me want to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment.
Fuck.
The design was so fucking over-the-top.
When they first handed it to me, I was too mortified to even put it on...
But with the palace crawling with women who all looked just like 6974 staring at me, I chickened out and changed anyway.
And the more eyes I felt on me in this getup, the worse the shame got.
"......"
Anyway, thanks to that, I figured something out about this Honeybee Autonomous District—this so-called kingdom was packed with nothing but women.
The armored guards at the palace entrance, the maids bustling around everywhere—they were all women, every last one.
They all looked identical to 6974, who was guiding me, or to 19912 and 20134, who'd been groping me the whole way here.
It gave me the chills.
The woman who'd handed me the clothes right when I arrived—she had a number in the 30,000s.
Putting her name together with everything I'd seen so far, there had to be at least 30,000 of these women here, minimum.
"Ah, sister. You've arrived. And that's... Strong Cock sir?"
"Yes. We're on our way to see Her Majesty, so talk later. 8012."
"Got it, sorry."
The women who greeted 6974 here and there called her "sister," which hit me with the shocking realization that they were all siblings.
That one's in the 8000s, huh.
As we went deeper in, the numbers seemed to drop lower and lower—was that just my imagination?
I wasn't sure, but the lower the number, the more respect it seemed to command.
We'd gone pretty deep into the palace, and I still hadn't seen anyone with a lower number than 6974's, so she must be pretty high up.
Anyway, this "Her Majesty" I was about to meet was starting to feel downright terrifying.
What if she really was like I imagined...
What if this queen was the mother of all the women I'd seen so far, including 6974 right in front of me?
That'd mean she'd given birth to at least 30,000 kids.
Looks like I'd been summoned by her specifically.
Fuck, my vision was going black just thinking about it.
One hundred million lured me in, and now I was being dragged to some honeybee queen—or whatever the fuck she was—with over 30,000 births under her belt. My head was spinning.
But there was no turning back now.
We were deep in the kingdom already.
Even if I bolted, I'd get chased by thousands and caught for sure.
"...Here we are, Strong Cock sir."
She stopped in front of a massive door and said that. I swallowed hard.
Behind this door was supposedly a honey-cow who'd popped out at least 30,000 kids. I was tense as hell, and 6974 noticed.
"No need to be so nervous. Her Majesty is incredibly kind. As long as you don't commit any grave rudeness, she'll understand."
Nah, that wasn't why I was tense.
She thought I was stressed about meeting the queen or whatever, but what scared me was the queen herself.
Even 6974 in front of me was totally fuckable.
She was a bit short, but she was a beauty with big tits and a fat ass—probably from being a Wearhoneybee.
"Then, I'll open it."
Not knowing what was on my mind, 6974 caught my stare and started opening the door.
And then...
I laid eyes on the one they called their queen.
A straight red carpet stretched out ahead, flanked by dozens of armored women forming a path.
At the end sat a golden throne, and on it was a figure who truly deserved the title of queen.
Like all the others I'd seen, she was a blonde, sitting haughtily with her legs crossed, and she spoke.
"Welcome to my kingdom."
Ah...
Unlike the others, she wasn't wearing a stitch—her massive tits on full display. She didn't look like a woman who'd birthed 30,000 at all.
I'd braced for a honey-cow, but this was one smoking hot milf.
Fuckable.
That level? Totally doable.
"...Fuckable?"
She tilted her head, murmuring my slip-up, and I realized my mistake.
Shit, not like that.
She wasn't the bloated queen I'd pictured—instead, a big-titted bombshell, and I'd blurted it out. Wrong move.
I recalled the greeting 6974 had drilled into me on the way, dropped to my knees with my forehead to the floor, and said it.
"I pay homage to the sovereign who rules vast territories, granted autonomy by the World Government, the true mother of all Wearhoneybees, the supreme queen."
Fuck, what kind of greeting was this long-ass thing?
"Vast territories"—it was barely the size of one district. Sure, that's big, but...
Anyway, I did as told and looked up. The queen puffed out her chest, looking pleased.
She thrust those tits forward.
Not quite Ariadd-level, but Minotaur-sized udders, making them even more prominent. Hell, I could do this greeting a couple more times.
"Indeed, I am the ruler of this kingdom and the mother of all Wearhoneybees. I welcome you, invited to my domain. And it is only right that I, as queen, reward your efforts in coming here."
She clapped her hands, and women attending her approached, handing me something.
"...What's this?"
I took the bottle filled with shimmering golden liquid and tilted my head. The queen spoke.
"A gift from me—receive it gratefully."
Hmm, show-off, huh.
Show off more, please.
Cash over goods, if possible.
"No need for all this... Anyway, thank you."
No clue what it was, but it looked expensive as hell, so I pocketed it gratefully—until 6974 grabbed my hand.
"Her Majesty's gifts must be consumed on the spot. It's etiquette."
Ah.
I'd planned to take it, figure out what it was, and sell it if pricey.
Guess not.
"...So, what is it?"
They want me to drink it, so edible, I guess.
"Royal jelly squeezed fresh by Her Majesty herself. Normally reserved for her and her successor. She's graciously giving it to you, Strong Cock sir—be thankful."
Royal jelly...?
So, honey?
Ah.
Then I remembered hearing about the Wearhoneybee race somewhere.
The honey from Okbong I'd bought recently while running errands for Hoaran—that was made by Wearhoneybees.
I'd wondered where I'd seen them lately. Must've been that.
The race stays low-key, famous only for Okbong honey, not much else known.
Anyway...
Is royal jelly the premium stuff from Okbong honey?
Regular Okbong honey was already stupidly expensive compared to normal stuff—this had to be insane.
At least ten times the price...
And they want me to drink it now?
Can't I just sell it...? Such a waste...
"......"
Never mind 6974 staring at my hesitation.
The armored knights around, the maids who'd handed it over, and especially the queen eyeing me from her throne with legs crossed—it was impossible to sneak it away.
No choice. I uncorked the bottle and downed the royal jelly or whatever.
"...Not that sweet, huh?"
Well, it was sweet.
But less like honey, more like gulping down pudding—smooth slide down the throat.
Taste wasn't bad. Pretty good, actually.
Just missed that syrupy sweetness like Ariadd's nectar.
Right then, heat surged through my body.
"Ah."
That was fine, but then my vision swam.
First thought: was that royal jelly bullshit poisoned?
"Fuck, shit..."
I shouldn't have chugged a gift without thinking.
"No worries. It's temporary—you'll feel better soon."
6974's words pissed me off.
Sounded like "You'll die quick, so don't worry."
But...
Guess not.
Like she said, the heat and dizziness faded quick.
Instead...
"...Mommy, fuck. What the hell is this?"
I freaked the fuck out as two antennae slid down from my head.
I touched them, confirmed they were sprouting from my forehead—total panic.
And 6974 said to me:
"Those are splendid antennae."
This bitch?