Chastity Under Threat

Before I knew it, the sun had set, and the day was winding down.

Dinnertime. We satisfied our hunger with the basic rations—meatballs—laid out on a flat rock we'd repurposed as a dining table.

Pidi was perched up on that table-rock, and I have to say, taking her in as livestock had been an excellent decision.

Jingle- jingle-

Every time ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Pidi, dressed in the milk-cow bikini I'd received as a capture reward, shivered with a tremble, her bell jingled along with her.

This is what they call a warning bell.

Jingle- jingle-

"Slurp. Sllluuurp…."

"Nnngh… M-Masshter…."

God, I want to barge right in.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the beautiful scene unfolding right in front of me.

No side dishes necessary—this was a feast on its own.

"Mmmh… slurp…."

"Hyah♥ Nnn… nhhh…."

Beyond Pidi's snow-white milk tanks, splayed left and right by gravity, a head of black hair swayed gently back and forth.

"Slurp…."

"Hh, hhaah…."

From between those strands of hair, a pair of black antennae popped out, waving this way and that like an excited puppy's tail.

Watching the movement of those antennae, I could tell Regina was in a very, very good mood.

"Tastes good?"

At my question, Regina, who currently had her face buried between Pidi's thighs, lifted her head.

"Yesh. Shuper delishoush."

She was drinking Pidi's honeydew right now. She was enjoying it so thoroughly that a single curly green hair was stuck to the corner of her mouth.

Ah, by the way: honeydew = pussy nectar.

In other words, Regina was currently sucking on Pidi's pussy.

The aphid—no, I should say the pussy nectar now—sat demurely on the table with her legs spread, spraying honeydew out for Regina.

It's like drinking cola with your meal instead of water.

I gave ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠myself a pat on the back for my own creativity: putting Pidi on the table to use her as a living beverage dispenser.

Whenever we got thirsty, we took turns drinking honeydew from each other's mouth.

Even the dry, chalky meatballs went down just fine when washed down with honeydew.

Now, we did have honeydew stored in a tumbler. But the reason I chose this cumbersome method was simple.

"Nnngh♥"

Drinking it straight from the source is just hotter.

"Tell me when you've finished it all, Regina."

"Oh, I just finished it, dear husband. Here."

Smack!

"Hyah!"

When Regina smacked the rear of Pidi's splayed legs, Pidi carefully turned her body around atop the table.

She shifted her lower half toward me, and then—

Shluuurp….

"Your turn now, Mashter…."

Legs spread into an M-shape, she hooked both arms behind her knees and used her fingers to spread her pussy hole wide open, showing it all to me.

Ah, my dick wants it so bad I could die. But I must endure! For the full-term pregnant sex with Regina! Until then, I shall gather my spirit energy!

"Slurp! Sllluuurp!!"

"Nngh! Hh, hnnngh♥"

"She's definitely a fine one. General material."

"A sholdier ant, I believe."

Right after we finished our meal, one of the mini ostrich eggs that hadn't yet hatched—the soldier ant egg—cracked open.

Regina hurriedly took the child into her arms and put her to her breast.

Status window.

A potential of 4 stars, no less. A child with a very promising future ahead of her.

"Hold on a second, Regina. Let me feed her this."

I immediately pulled out a potential-up ticket and fed it to the child.

Oh. Five stars.

Clean one-star bump. She just so happened to be the fifth star and the fifth child born.

Which meant it was time to give her a name….

What was five in German again?

… Code red. The German-numeral policy is facing an emergency repeal. Come to think of it, I don't actually know German numbers.

Honestly, knowing up to four was already a miracle….

I'd run out of names before I even really started. It's not like we'd stop having kids—what a hasty judgment to make!

What a blunder this is….

What now? Should I just take Regina's earlier advice and switch to plain 1-2-3-4 numbers?

"Hehe. Dear husband? What is our fifth child's name going to be?"

Regina, blissfully unaware of my inner crisis, delivered an unintentional checkmate. Wearing a mother's gentle smile, she asked me carefully.

"W-well, you see…."

Think, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Geum Taeyang! Remember that night with the freckled MILF you met at Oktoberfest!

That's it!

"Riesig? No wait—Lizie. Let's go with Lizie."

"Does that mean five in German, dear husband?"

"Uh… sure."

"It sounds a bit like my name, actually."

"That's destiny for you."

Nice. Somehow I talked my way out of that one. And so the soldier ant child's name became a German word I'd heard somewhere before.

What the word actually meant, I had no idea.

Well, I said it while looking at my own dick, so it's gotta mean something good.

I spoke as I gazed down at the rosy areola that had popped out during breastfeeding.

"By the way, Regina. You're going to keep having kids, right? So how many are you planning to have?"

"Hmm? I'd like to have as many as I possibly can. In the kingdom where I was born and raised, there were worker ants in the thousands, so I'd like to have at least that many."

"Whoa…."

That unit was bigger than I expected. I'd been thinking, at most, a few dozen.

So it hadn't been for nothing that Regina insisted names had to be numbers.

Is this game a bit larger in scale than I thought?

Okay. German-numeral policy: officially repealed. I wasn't thinking big enough.

I'd originally come up with the German-number naming scheme because I wanted to love and cherish every child Regina and I had. But if the children numbered in the hundreds or thousands, even I couldn't remember and love each and every one of them individually.

I was thinking way too much like a human.

The protagonist of this game I'd entered wasn't human.

As the title Conquer the Insect World with Impregnation~ made abundantly clear, the protagonist was an insect.

I needed to set aside a bit of that human-centric thinking.

"About the children's names—like you said at the start, let's just go with numbers."

And thus: declaration reversed! Less than a day later, I picked my own words right back up off the floor.

"Hm? Aren't they numbers already? German numbers."

"I wasn't thinking big enough. From the next kid on, forget German—let's just use regular numbers."

"Okay…."

She looked puzzled, but she didn't press me for a reason.

Once she'd finished nursing, Regina carried Lizie off to the nursery room.

And so, that night—the three of us, Pidi, me, and Regina, lay down in the bed in the Queen's Chamber and settled in to sleep.

"Mmm…."

Boing♥

Nngh….

Both of them were wrapped around me from either side, hugging me with their milk tanks, so there was no way I could fall asleep. My poor, suffering dick….

Trying to forget that suffering, I turned my attention to something else.

Construction.

I opened the system window and browsed through the categories, but nothing worked properly.

So it's a "clear all the tutorials first" format after all.

In other words, I had to wait until the next tutorial quest, "First Adult," was complete.

In the end, I spent a long, sleepless night groaning in frustration alongside my rock-hard erection.

And so came the next day. After finishing breakfast, I took Pidi with me and headed out of the nest.

"I'm thirsty, Mashter…."

Pidi couldn't eat the basic rations—those meatballs. That's because she was a pussy nectarine, a creature that fed by sucking the sap of plants.

A total milk cow. No wait—what would that be, a milk bee?

So her master, yours truly, had to personally take her out to feed her—like a shepherd herding his sheep.

Chu. Churp.

"Mmm."

When I led her to a patch of suitable grass, Pidi sucked on her straw so hard her cheeks hollowed out completely.

She looked like a girl driven by sheer willpower to restore every last drop of the moisture that had been mined out of her in pussy juice over the past two days' worth of meals.

And like a good shepherd, I stood beside her, keeping watch for wolves.

Except…

…If she sucked on my dick, it would definitely feel amazing.

My gaze kept drifting downward….

I could tell just by watching. Pidi was a genius of vacuum fellatio.

Ah, I want my dick sucked sooo bad….

But I was saving myself yesterday too, all for the full-term pregnant sex with Regina….

If I blew ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a huge load into Pidi's mouth-pussy now, it'd all be for nothing.

And yet, before I knew it, there I was, pressing the outline of my erection through my pants right up against Pidi's face? I needed to back away, quick—

Slurp. Chuuurp….

Sniff sniff.

Squeak.

"Hm?"

Chu, chubop, chubobobop.

Sniff sniff sniff.

Squeak. Squeak.

"…Pidi?"

CHUUUUURP!!

Sssip! Whoo! Ssssiiip!

Squish squish squish!

… What the hell? That bitch is masturbating while sucking on her straw?! And she's got her nose pressed right up against my dick, sniffing it?!

Is the livestock seducing her master now?

Nngh… Do you have any idea—any idea—how long I've been holding it in?!

"Hnng… churp… nnn…♥"

But the one who caused this dick-sniffing masturbation session in the first place was none other than me.

"Pidi! You're supposed to replenish your fluids—how can you drink through your top mouth and immediately let it all back out through your bottom mouth?!"

Suck on the straw, then breathe in. Then suck on the straw again, then sniff my dick scent again—all while her hand mined her own pussy juice.

I hurriedly tried to retreat from the bitch's pussy-scented seduction, but—

GRAB…!

"Whoa!"

Pidi snatched my ass with astonishing speed.

"Mashter… your dick… I like the shmell of your dick…."

"W-wait a second…."

"You made my pussy cum, sho I'll make you feel good too…."

"That was for honeydew mining purposes…."

Shfffp!

Before I could even finish my sentence, Pidi yanked my pants right down.

THWACK!

"Heah♥"

Her face took a direct hit from my fully-erect dick.

And even so, Pidi just stared at it with an utterly blissful expression.

A bead of sticky precum clung between the lips of my cock hole.

"This is my master's honeydew… the one I got to taste just a little yesterday…."

Kiss…♥

Her rosy lips touched the tip of my glans.