Chapter 82 – Floor 12: This is Not an Entrance Hole

Completely pinned down.

The Black Bride Spider showed no intention of stopping as it looked down at me with a smiling face, bending its legs and slowly lowering its body.

Shlurp-

Slowly—very slowly—my shaft was being sucked into the crevice as the spider’s body descended.

Feeling the flesh gradually being pushed apart as my cock was swallowed, I quickly tapped in surrender, but unfortunately, the Black Bride Spider didn’t seem to know this time-honored method of yielding.

Well, when would a spider ever have received a tap?

Slurp-

“Ugh..!”

My pelvis was crushed under the heavy weight as my cock was fully inserted.

The inside, which writhed and squeezed much more actively than in onahole form, was urging me to ejaculate immediately.

The Black Bride Spider reached out to hold my face, smiling like a child who had found a favorite toy.

“J-just… let me rest a bit, and I’ll do it for you… I’m empty right now, so nothing will come out even if you try to force it.”

Sweating from my depleted testicles, which felt like they would shrivel painfully if squeezed, I pointed to the scattered onaholes. The smile disappeared from the Black Bride Spider’s face.

An instantly cold expression.

Actually, it was just the smile that vanished, but that hard, expressionless face was genuinely frightening.

‘Hmm. I’m fucked.’

When a woman makes that face, it’s like having a gun pressed to your forehead.

While feeling this predicament acutely, I still subtly raised my hips, even as the Black Bride Spider seemed to be moving to squeeze out more semen.

Our deeply connected bodies.

I was poking and prodding the insides, but the spider maintained its chilly expression, seeming to be contemplating something.

I didn’t know what it was thinking, but sensing it couldn’t be good for me, I considered reverse-summoning it. But that would be troublesome if it continued to disobey next time, so I decided to wait and see.

Grind-

The spider’s sturdy legs scraped the marble floor as they closed in around me.

“…”

“Right?”

As I worried that I might become an aa/aa battery in series, my balls shriveled at the thought, but fortunately, it seemed the spider didn’t intend to split me in half. Two legs wrapped around my lower back and thighs like an arcade claw machine.

The legs’ strength wasn’t enough to crush my bones, but it was definitely strong enough to hold me and prevent me from moving.

“Whew…”

As I sighed in relief, the spider slowly moved toward the corner of the altar.

Of course, still carrying me.

Due to the size difference, I was cradled like a baby with my nose pressed against its abdomen and my legs resting on its large torso—a pathetically helpless position.

It was a ridiculously humiliating posture, but somehow it felt secure.

I couldn’t stop rubbing my nose against the spider’s body. The limitation of positions due to structure and size differences felt refreshingly novel.

Squish- Squish-

Firmly held by the Black Bride Spider’s legs, I couldn’t perform piston movements, but I could stir around inside, grinding like using a mortar and pestle.

Despite the slight movement, the spider definitely felt my cock stirring and scraping its vaginal walls, as it paused its journey and trembled on the spot.

“Hisss..!”

The Black Bride Spider embraced my head tightly and made a slightly shaky sound.

Had it climaxed? The inside contracted once strongly, and its lower abdomen trembled and rose and fell repeatedly.

The urge to ejaculate screamed in my painfully swollen second brain, while my third brain screamed “FUCK!!! IT WON’T COME OUT!!!” but I didn’t stop moving my hips.

Each time I rubbed the wet interior, the Black Bride Spider exhaled sweet sighs.

“Hiss… Hiit?!”

After about 30 seconds of firm pressure, it climaxed again, arching its back dramatically.

The cold, menacing expression it had worn earlier had melted away, with the corners of its mouth slackened. It seemed to prefer this persistent internal rubbing to piston movements.

“Here’s the semen you’ve been waiting for..! You lewd spider bitch!”

With the victory of the male’s second brain, there was slight pain as I tensed my lower abdomen.

Tremble-

The white fluid briefly trembled as it soiled the Black Bride Spider’s insides.

It wasn’t shooting out powerfully, but the semen worked hard to penetrate as deeply as possible, and the Black Bride Spider had a face full of happiness.

“Haaah…”

A deep sigh escaped involuntarily.

Being forced to continuously inject without rest, I felt the limits I hadn’t experienced since becoming superhuman.

Well, it’s not like I had infinite stamina, and filling all those onaholes had pushed me to my limits.

‘Though with about an hour of rest, I could probably go again.’

Slurp-

As I made excuses to myself about just needing recovery time, the Black Bride Spider released the legs that had been binding me and gently set me down on the ground.

The feeling of solid ground was satisfying after being dangled precariously by my legs.

“Whew… I’m alive.”

My limp penis, signaling it was truly finished, slipped out of the spider’s vagina and pointed toward the ground. From the spider’s pussy, which hadn’t yet closed, white sticky fluid flowed down and dripped onto the floor.

“Ha. I went through all that trouble to put it in, and you’re just wasting it on the ground? What are you doing?”

“Heaak… Hiss..♡”

When I tried to scold the spider for wasting the semen I’d worked hard to provide, it ignored me and kissed me instead.

Slurp- Suck- Smooch-

A tongue greedily exploring my mouth.

It was a rough, unrefined movement filled with an uncomfortably intense affection.

Arms and legs wrapped around my body as if forbidding escape, the Black Bride Spider devoured my lips and tongue in a suffocating kiss.

It was less like a new bride and more like a starving hyena.

‘Is this right, though?’

I’m supposed to be the master here, right? But complaining about being raped by an onahole was now routine, having already experienced it with the Slime and Severa.

Now I wondered if the other onaholes would learn from them and take turns draining me when we got home.

***

After a long, passionate kiss confirming our love, the Black Bride Spider set me down and began building what looked like a home in the corner of the altar.

Drawing spider silk from its rear, it meticulously adjusted each strand with its legs, connecting walls and fragments.

Although the Black Bride Spider could only be summoned for about 20 minutes, its speed was incredible. If I looked away briefly, I could see new sections when I turned back.

“Hiss!”

Ta-da!

The Black Bride Spider occasionally turned around proudly, hands on its waist, as if showing off its work.

“Um… yeah, you’ve done well.”

Of course, I didn’t understand spider aesthetics, so I could only give a vague response, but that seemed good enough as the spider happily resumed building.

The house wasn’t the typical radial form I knew; it looked more like a cocoon with an entrance and what appeared to be a hammock-like area for resting.

Watching the Black Bride Spider skillfully handle multiple strands of silk with its large body, I observed its rear.

The tip of that large posterior where the endless spider silk emerged.

Each time it produced silk, the organ opened and closed repeatedly. Seeing this mechanism up close naturally sparked my curiosity.

‘Hmm…’

I hadn’t particularly researched spiders before, but having it right in front of me, an irrepressible scientific interest arose.

The undulating rear end moving with each step made this scientific curiosity grow uncontrollably, and I can confidently say it was the kind that kills scientists.

Or maybe not.

Stealthily, stealthily.

While the Black Bride Spider was distracted with building its home, I approached silently, suppressing my presence.

Although my Perception stat of only 10 made me quite clumsy, reaching the distracted spider from behind was simple.

Up close, the protuberance looked quite grotesque.

A four-way split crevice.

The mucous membrane and white fluid that had not yet become spider silk, slightly visible through the opening for producing thread.

‘Oh…’

I wondered if the long spider silk started as this fluid form.

Observing it closely, I learned more each time it opened and closed.

It was fascinating how this organ produced such quantities of fluid—even saliva dries up eventually.

How deep might it be?

I took out a tool that could measure the depth without harming the Black Widow Spider.

Throb.

Actually, I don’t know why, but I was just horny. And starting to recover, too.

I mean, who reloads after firing 10 shots?!

“Hiss- Shh~”

The Black Bride Spider made a sound like singing, with wind rapidly passing through its tongue.

Since it had a human upper body, perhaps it could learn to speak with proper education? Considering that Alraune had started speaking simple words after being left with Severa, it seemed possible.

Well… that wasn’t particularly relevant when I was pointing my erect penis at its rear.

And now the opening was widening again to produce spider silk.

Thrust-

“Kit?”

“Oh… it feels like sticking to a pool…”

It was deep. I could tell there was still more space even after it had completely swallowed my considerable member.

And the fluid before it became spider silk was as sticky and resistant as the slime’s.

Plus, the overwhelming force exerted by the massive body was immense.

It felt like I might be crushed, yet the sticky fluid and soft flesh created just the right pressure to make me want to rub against it.

“Kishiss!? Het!”

The Black Bride Spider, not understanding what was happening, slowly turned around, and our eyes met.

That look full of “Why are you there?” emotions was met with a thumbs up from me.

“You’re a friend who grips well even without a pussy— Kerekbung.”

Immediately after, I felt a massive impact and the sensation of flying.

CRASH-!!

“GAAAHHH!!! SLIME!!! SEVERA!!! KALI!!! ALRAUNE!!! MIMIC!!! ALBERT!!! BLUE TONGUE!!! NAUD!!! I’M IN SO MUCH PAIN!!!”

GAAAHH!!!