Chapter 409 – Famous (4)
The post I clicked on was one that called me a bee-bak.
The content of the post was one of the photos that appeared to have been taken in the past few days, showing me walking along Bee Road.
The content is roughly that the Werehoney Bees treat me as their master, and the rumor that I am the Queen’s sire is true.
The purpose was supposed to be to show off, but it felt a little strange to see it being posted in a photo like this.
Still, the content itself was nothing special, so I looked at the comments first.
『Wow, how did they get it stuck in that? If I had hit it backwards, it would have made a hole in my stomach-ㅇㅇ』
『She’s pretty, but there’s a boil on her butt-ㅇㅇ』
ㄴ『You Cucking Raceist-ㅇㅇ』
『Hey bee, why are you crying-ㅇㅇ』
ㄴ『The dick is over 30 centimeters, so if I get fucked with that, of course I’m going to cry, fuck- ㅇㅇ』
ㄴ『Wearehoneybees aren’t that tall, are they? Isn’t it about 160 at most? It must have been a bee, not a strong dick, that pierced my stomach-ㅇㅇ』
ㄴ『It looks like the uterus ruptured-ㅇㅇ』
ㄴ『Wear Honey Bee special) The view is sweet-ㅇㅇ』
This place was full of confusing comments, so I was just about to look at other posts when I suddenly saw a comment that caught my eye.
ㄴ『Scoop, link to Queen Wearehoneybee’s photo – ㅇㅇ』
“…”
Most of the comments I had no choice but to click on were comments with unclear links that I ended up regretting clicking because they were disgusting, gory, or something else in the fucking abyss.
Since the content was content, I had no choice but to press it.
So I pressed it, and thinking that I had made a mistake, I half-closed my eyes and pulled down the screen. I was surprised to see a picture of Liliana.
It was even a photo of Liliana, who had seen her a while ago, with her stomach swollen, clearly pregnant.
She said she would please me even while she was pregnant, but instead of giving me fellatio in a half-naked state, she was dressed in a way that anyone could see that she was a queen.
Every time I saw Liliana, I only saw her half-naked or half-naked, so it felt a little awkward to see her like this.
I think it’s a bit strange that the person is not naked or near-naked, but in normal clothes, but it feels awkward.
I couldn’t help it because the Liliana I saw was wearing a wedding dress that was almost like underwear from the beginning, or honestly, it could even be called underwear.
Anyway, I opened my mouth after looking at not one, but more than ten photos of Liliana that were posted on the post.
“…Hey, 6974?”
“Yes, you are the king.”
“There’s something like this floating around on the internet.”
If it’s a leak or something like that.
I was thinking that I was going to feel pretty shit.
When I showed the post I saw to number 6974, he looked at me blankly and said,
“This is the photo the Queen asked me to spray yesterday.”
Huh…?
“…Liliana?”
“Yes, it’s been a long time, so I’m going to show off a lot…”
I guess it wasn’t a leak.
No, a leak is a leak, but if it was leaked because you wanted to, you can’t say anything.
As for what on earth she wanted to show off, when I looked at the photos again, I could see that she had taken photos that highlighted her particularly swollen belly.
“…”
So, I just looked through the comments with the intention of scolding Liliana if there was anyone who said something to Liliana, but most of them were comments cursing me.
I could understand the reason by looking at the comments.
『Is this… Queen of Bees? Fuck, from today onwards I will be anti-strong dick-ㅇㅇ』
『Maybe it’s possible because you can’t see the bee’s butt-ㅇㅇ』
『As befits a prolific race, you have great maternal instinct – ㅇㅇ』
『Mite, I am a baby bee. Give me honey too, honey bee…-ㅇㅇ』
Maybe it’s because the pregnant belly is highlighted, or maybe it’s a feature of Wearhoneybee that isn’t revealed, but the part that resembles an insect isn’t properly shown.
At first glance, Liliana just seemed like a very beautiful pregnant woman.
So, she received an incredibly positive response because she fit the universal aesthetic standards.
Still…
“Can we handle these motherfuckers?”
I can’t stand the comments about how big my breasts are or anything.
What on earth are you talking about to someone else’s wife?
“…Indeed, I understand. “You are the king.”
Looking at number 6974, which quietly said that we would handle it well, I don’t know who wrote the comment, but it was clear that life would become very difficult.
Maybe it won’t end in poverty.
The fact that Were Honeybees did not gain their wealth and autonomy simply by selling honey, which was considered an ingredient for magic reagents or a type of elixir.
In fact, I already knew that they were the ones who could stably supply the ingredient called Elixir, the king of potions that the rich and powerful loved.
There are also a lot of strings that reach the top.
It was clear that many people who played with their fingers carelessly would be dealt with ‘well’ as No. 6974 said.
Suddenly, I remembered Yudong, who had cursed at Lilith before and then disappeared while talking to her about me and her.
Maybe some of them will be like Yudong back then.
“…Hmm.”
Well, this wasn’t any of my business.
Who told you to talk nonsense about someone else’s wife’s breasts?
Anyway.
The last post, the reason why I’m a slut, was that he tried it with a succubus, but it was physically impossible for a human child to change 5 succubi every day.
Looking at the content, it was clearly expressed whether there was really any experience with a succubus and how viciously the succubus was a sex machine.
Rather than squeezing the penis until it was empty, there were also stories where the cock, which had been flaccid even after it was finished, was forcibly erected again and eaten even though no semen came out.
I thought it might have been posted by a dispenser who had experience with a succubus.
I see in the comments that there are quite a few comments saying that they thought they would lose their dick after having sex with a succubus once, or that they lost their waist…
Since it is a sunny area, it seems that there are a lot of dispensers hanging out here anonymously rather than the usual yammers.
Anyway, most opinions were that it was absolutely impossible for me to replace five succubi every day.
There are testimonies that he can ejaculate in liters a day, but even that is nothing in front of a succubus.
At least, if that were possible, there was also talk that it was a semen-making factory, not a dispenser, that would allow me to pump out at least 5 liters of semen a day.
To be honest, I wasn’t particularly impressed with this because it was all right.
Although there were more than five succubi roles tied to one Lilith.
It’s true that I’ve never fucked a succubus other than Lilith.
“…I feel tired all of a sudden.”
I only saw a few posts, but I suddenly felt tired.
So, I put down the smartphone I was looking at and laid down on Sati’s lap.
When I suddenly lay down on my knees, I saw Sati looking at me as if she was a little surprised, but she didn’t seem to dislike me at all. I was just paying attention to what number 6974 next to me was thinking.
Anyway, I said this to Sati.
“Sati, wake me up when we arrive.”
“Yes, master.”
As I answered that, I closed my eyes, feeling Sati’s hand stroking my hair.
Is it a dream?
It’s been a few times already and I’ve seen a familiar sight.
At one time… Before the rocks were cut down by time and turned into sand, and the rivers dried up and were covered by the sand… The landscape of the past, which was full of abundance, was reflected.
Yes, in the past.
The times were a little different, but this was probably one of the memories that Ammut saw and left behind to show me.
However, as I was tilting my head with a slightly different feeling of discomfort than before, I immediately understood the reason.
There was no sight of the hero.
Until now, we have shared memories of Ammut several times.
The first time I remember seeing it was right after the river, and the voice was really loud.
It was a memory of Ammut seeing the hero who helped me gain the ability I now call Lion’s Roar.
Next was Ammut’s memory of seeing a girl hero boasting tremendous strength, adorned with strange patterns drawn all over her body… And adorned with what could be called ancient magic.
Her memories were also very useful, so she gained what could be called her secret weapon, and she even turned the blood vessels in my limbs into tools for performing magic.
It may be reckless, but for me, gaining strength by pledging the pain of my own body was a cheap price to pay.
Through the memory I saw next, and again through the memory I saw again.
Although they had already disappeared, the many things that Ammut had learned from the images of heroes that he ‘remembered’ over ten thousand years were passed on to me and were giving me strength.
To be honest, no matter how much I do, one of the reasons I am able to somehow follow the Heavenly Demon’s movements is because I also grew in my own way through indirectly experiencing the heroes of the past.
But, why can’t I see that kind of hero in this memory?
While I was wondering so much,
I could understand why.
—God, why?
I heard a voice.
-Why on earth have you abandoned us?
Only then did I understand why this memory did not contain the image of a hero.
Ammut, the god who always watched over the hero he blessed and gave his power to until the end.
They were ignoring those who were crying out to themselves and to God, asking why he had abandoned them.
No, it wasn’t.
It’s not that I turned away.
Just like that…
I heard the sound of chains.
Although I had seen many heroes in my memories, they all had their own appearances and outfits, as if to prove that they lived in their own era.
One thing they didn’t have…
The first hero wore animal skin, and the one who appeared to be a hero from a long time later wielded a bronze sword.
Still, they didn’t have it.
Metal sound.
He turned away from those who looked for him, or rather, he had no choice but to turn away.
The sound of a chain clattering was heard from the feet of the bowed god.
-Why on earth?
Trials are difficult and difficult to overcome.
Something that is enough to instill fear and fear.
However, if you overcome it and overcome it, you will receive an even greater glory.
Because it was Ammut who was in charge of such things, or rather, was such a god himself.
She was never invincible.
Avoided, feared, and reluctant.
On the one hand, it was something that someone deserved to overcome and overcome.
She was a strong, but at the same time powerless god.
『Your choice is right. You and your children would never have been able to overcome me and my children.』
I heard a voice.
From afar, crying out for Ammut.
It is a different sound from the voices of those who wanted to become heroes, who asked the God of trials to be tested, and when they were rejected, they cried out, asking why he abandoned them.
“You will become one of my beasts. So you and your child will reign under me forever and worship me until death. I, who approaches an end that can never be overcome, and who rules that end, the beast of death that sings of sorrow.』
—-The one who is defeated by that voice and wears chains on himself, and who imposes trials.
No… Now, the voice of the one who judges death was heard.
『Keep your promise.』
This was not the voice of a woman who was shouting loudly to other heroes, gladly sending them through the trials they had hoped for, but Ammut, the judge of death, spoke like phlegm boiling and making the howl of an animal.
To those words, the person holding the end of the chain binding the animal also responded.
『Yes, that promise. Don’t keep it. Don’t protect it. Your children will prosper, says your king. Even if you end up worshiping me in death, you will live and prosper on this earth. You will have more children than any of your enemies, and you will grow fat and prosper throughout your life. Your choice has caused my children to not worship me to death. I promise to live with them until the day comes when they meet their inevitable death.”
A sound could be heard, whether it was a sigh of relief or the simple grunt of an animal.
And.
-God, why don’t you answer me?
Still, the beast spoke, ignoring the voice it heard.
『Then, I too will keep my promise. My king.』
“Sir, we have arrived. Wake up.”
When I opened my eyes to the sound of Sati’s voice shaking me lightly and shaking me by the shoulder, I saw pink eyes.
“Sa, tee…?”
“Yes, master. “It is my master’s sati.”
Okay, you’re awake.
In a dream.
But, a dream I still remember.
No, there were still memories I could remember.
When I saw this memory, the Ammut within me must have also known.
However, Ammut was quiet.
Just like always.
This… Was probably the memory that Ammut had mentioned back then, that I had left behind too much.
And, what else did Ammut say at that time?
-I believe that even if you are my shameless master, he will not reveal too much of a woman’s private information.
Yes, he said that.
Although I was still hazy as if I had fallen asleep, my head gradually woke up and Ammut’s words came to mind.
“Master? Even if it’s not good for you…”
“Yeah, no. “I said you arrived, right?”
“Yes…”
“Then you should get up.”
There was no way I could forget the memories I had already remembered, but I decided to cover them up for now.
