Hey, Honeybee (3)
"F, fuck..."
Seeing me and showering me with praise, 6974's words made my stomach twist in disgust.
But I shoved the curses bubbling up in my mouth back down for now.
Because if I started spewing shit here, I'd be the only one taking the hit.
Not to mention everyone here was 6974's sisters, and the queen on the throne was basically her mother.
I couldn't just straight-up curse out 6974 in front of her pissed-off family or her mom without knowing what they'd do to me.
Still, I couldn't just sit there like a chump.
At the very least, I needed to know why I'd ended up like this.
So I decided to ask the queen directly—the one smirking down at me like this was all hilarious.
"What... the hell is this?"
I held back from asking why the fuck she'd done this and kept it polite as possible. She replied,
"No need to worry. It's only temporary anyway. Once today—the day we've borrowed you for—is over, the royal jelly I gave you will return you to normal."
No.
What the fuck is it?
Good to know I'd go back to normal, sure.
But she wasn't answering the real question: why feed me whatever shit grew these goddamn antennae?
"Then we should get started. Bring the child here."
But I was already yesterday's news to her, it seemed.
And with that, women bowed their heads and filed out.
"No, can you at least explain? What the hell is this?"
I held back the itching urge to curse again and asked once more. Only then did the queen finally answer.
"I've temporarily turned your body into one of our own kind."
A pretty shocking fact.
"One of our own...?"
So...
I'd become a Wearhoneybee?
"Yes. We honeybees are an all-female race. To breed, we capture males from other species... feed them royal jelly just like what I gave you, turn them into our kind, and use them for reproduction. They live cared for until their lifespan ends, siring heirs for the queen. But in this era, we can't do that anymore. It'd turn my kingdom into a sea of fire. That's why we called you."
And now that you're here, time to do what you're supposed to, her words implied. I got the gist.
Wearhoneybees were like sirens, harpies, or slimes in that regard.
I understood why they'd summoned me, and why they'd fed me that royal jelly.
Even declaring they'd wring me dry from here on out to make kids? Yeah, that tracked.
Fuck me.
After Mumungmumung, I'd tried avoiding this kind of gig if possible, but that damn hundred million had lured me right into this shitshow.
Now I'd have to fuck the queen senseless, pumping out kids numbered in the 30,000s, 40,000s—hell, maybe even 50,000s...?
I'm fucked.
The kid I'd made with Mumungmumung.
Even Myungmyung—barely a kid since not a drop of my blood was in that slime—had my head pounding on how to handle her. Now I'd be cranking out a horde called by numbers like "Number Whatever."
"...Any chance those kids'll have my blood mixed in or something?"
If there was even a sliver, I'd borrow from Lilith if I had to, pay the penalty fee, and bolt. The queen said,
"Hmm, I see that sour look on your face—you were worried about that? Well, your race is different from ours. But no need to fret. We just need semen from a male who's taken on our species' traits. Since you've eaten my royal jelly, you're no different from my child in form now. Rest easy."
No, fuck, that's even worse, isn't it?
Her casual words made my head spin.
I didn't know the details, but whatever this royal jelly did, it didn't just turn my race into a Wearhoneybee temporarily—it made me something like the queen's kid.
Magic, curse, whatever.
The antennae sprouting from me—clear proof I was a Wearhoneybee—confirmed it.
Though I didn't get a honeybee-ass tail like theirs.
Just growing these feelers where I never had any was shock enough.
My senses felt all jumbled too...
Like these antennae were eyes or some sensory organ. Even spots I wasn't looking at, I could feel all sorts of shit.
For example, I was focused solely on the queen, but I could sense the stares, faces, and movements of the women around me.
Weird-ass sensation.
...Hang on, was my hair... sparkling?
"...No fucking way?"
I yanked out a strand to check. Golden blonde.
My pitch-black hair? Gone. Now it was gleaming gold.
I'd turned into some untanned blonde thug.
Just like she'd said, down to the genetic level, I'd become her "child." Made me question if species could change this easily.
Genes could do this?
If my DNA had really become identical to her kids'...
Wait, fuck.
Then it'd be incest, right? Fuck.
Even if species differed, this felt way off.
Honeybee ecology involved prince drones and princesses from one queen going at it in a storm of inbreeding, sure...
But still, this was too much, right?
As a human, I couldn't even fathom it—my head was throbbing.
At least the silver lining: kids born this way wouldn't really be mine to call my own...?
Like with slimes, harpies, or sirens.
Whether that was a relief or not, I couldn't tell...
I couldn't even imagine how many the queen would pop out from my seed.
Not true kids, sure, but hundreds, thousands born from my cum? Made me nauseous.
Thousands of offspring with the pleasure but no responsibility.
Fuck, seriously.
"Hoo..."
...Whatever. Fine.
Working as a dispenser, I'd figured something like this might happen eventually.
I couldn't groan and dodge forever.
Might as well steel myself and do what needed doing. As I psyched myself up, the queen watched with an amused grin.
"Hoh, worthy of my selection indeed. Fine breeding stock. We'll make plenty of good children."
No, don't say shit like that—makes me wanna curl up and die.
And quit with the "children" talk...
"But wait a moment. Seems preparations are taking time."
Wait for what? Preparations?
Right then, the doors opened again. The women who'd left earlier returned.
Dragging the hem of a girl's dress behind them.
A girl in what looked like a wedding dress—pure white—stepped in, glanced at me, then passed by and knelt before the queen.
"...Sorry I'm late, Mother."
Mother...?
Unlike the others calling her "Your Majesty," this girl said "Mother." As I stared, the queen told her,
"Raise your head, Liliana."
"Yes..."
Her name wasn't some slapped-on number like the others—it was Liliana.
What the...?
I didn't know the full story, but it was clear this girl got special treatment from the queen and the rest.
As I eyed Liliana and the queen in confusion, 6974 whispered to me,
"Her Majesty's successor, the princess who will become the next queen of the kingdom, Princess Liliana."
Ah.
The honeybee princess, huh.
But why... a princess?
Then the queen said to me,
"Now that Liliana's here, let's begin."
Her words hit like a curveball at first,
"......"
The wedding dress—nothing else visible from outside—while Liliana stared at me.
Our eyes met, her face flushed red, and it clicked.
I'd misunderstood my partner this whole time.
The Wearhoneybee queen had summoned me, sure—but my actual client was the next-gen queen, honeybee princess Liliana.
No, but...
Harsh to say, but.
Unlike the queen—not even comparing to her—the other sisters or women were stacked. Liliana? Flat as a board.
She was a girl, plain and simple—nothing else to call her.
But...
Do it?
If told to, I could—no problem.
The queen might've been preferable, but I wasn't in a position to nitpick anyway.
Do it? Fine.
Her chest being smaller than Sati's was a big flaw, but whatever—I could manage.
More importantly...
"...Begin? Here?"
"This is my daughter becoming the new queen to inherit my kingdom. Isn't it natural for me and my subjects to watch and bless it?"
Fuck...
I couldn't comprehend the Wearhoneybee mindset with human sensibilities.
Was this their ecology?
Even so, this seemed too far—glancing at Liliana, now facing public sex in front of her mom and sisters.
She blushed under my gaze and bowed her head.
Then she said to me,
"...Please take good care of me."
That was it.
No sign of weirdness or complaint about the situation. Seeing that, I felt the deep divide between species.
Mom-sanctioned public fuckfest, and the daughter not batting an eye.
Fuck, really.
But whatever...
Dispensers didn't sweat species differences or customs—just stick it in the pussy, cum good, done.
And I was a dispenser.
"...Yeah, I'll take good care of you. Don't worry."
With that, I started undressing Liliana.