Volume 5 Chapter 2-2 The Castle of Ants
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Many magic spells related to transfer have been designated as forbidden. It’s because they involve giving or taking life (force) strength from others. There are even Demonfolk in this world who seem similar to vampires, and it’s believed that this type of magic supports their immortality. However, it seems that this kind of magic was quite common back in the age of the ancient scripts. The Water of Life, refined by advanced water spirits, is somewhat related to this type as well. It’s said to draw life (force) strength from the water veins. The Dragon God’s Herb is probably from the same category too.
My original magic, “Healing Touch Plus,” combines healing and transfer magic. It resolves the issue where healing magic drains the patient’s life (force) strength by instead consuming the caster’s mana. It’s a fusion of the “Healing Touch” taught by Ms. Marsha and ancient dragon healing magic, created through an editor skill.
Life (force) strength can be quite easily converted into mana, but the reverse is much more difficult. Dragon magic, for example, is a lost technology, but it can also be said to be an absurd force push through ridiculous MP use.
Since “Healing Touch Plus” was designed to use minimal MP so I could use it with my limited MP, the healing effect is quite small. The idea is to use it repeatedly while recovering MP with meditation skills, and that’s perfectly fine. It’s truly a magic made for me.
The problem is, occasionally, there’s a strange bug that directly transfers the caster’s life (force) strength to the patient. This is something that will need to be fixed in the future. Even if the bug occurs, it doesn’t pose a risk to the patient, but it could be dangerous for my own life.
For now, I have to keep this magic hidden until the bug is completely resolved. Healing magic is always in demand, but I don’t intend to sell my life.
But, Ms. Ant and the others are different.
”Please, don’t do anything reckless. We all want to live happily together for a long time. I can’t stand it if you don’t live long.”
Gently placing my hand over Ms. Ant’s wound, I activate my magic; the mana flows like a mist of light, seeping into the damaged cells──it’s beautiful. Using my meditation skill to recover MP, I repeatedly cast “Healing Touch Plus.” The festering injuries on Ms. Ant begin to scab over, and the hardened carapace regains its flexibility.
Even if it’s not quite up to par for a professional healer, it’s not too shabby, right? Considering the total MP poured in, it’s not very efficient, but since I can recover MP in an instant through meditation, it’s no problem.
The effectiveness of “Healing Touch Plus” varies greatly depending on the subject’s emotions; the more trust built with the practitioner, the more potent the healing. The mechanism is unclear, but ancient magic’s effects are heavily influenced by the strength of the heart.
A few bugs activated along the way, and I ended up transferring a bit of my vitality. Well, if it means Ms. Ant can live longer, I don’t mind much.
It hasn’t been that long since we met, but she’s an important companion. It’s the first time someone’s shown loyalty to me, and the fact that she’s willing to sacrifice her life for me──it’s thrilling, but also a bit heavy.
As I meticulously heal every injury on her body, I realize it was more battered than I thought. She must have been reckless, just trying to make me happy. Her selflessness warms my heart.
A sweet scent catches my attention, and I glance down to see her carapace flipped up, with droplets of honey dripping from her honeypot. Huh? Could she be in heat? Well, I guess it’s like I’ve been massaging her while injecting mana. If I were in her position, getting such a massage from a woman, I don’t think I could hold back.
Ms. Ant blushes when she notices me looking. It’s cute to see such a dignified woman like this. The Antfolk’s skin is only exposed on the lower half of their faces, and their goggles-like compound eyes don’t reveal expressions, but the movement of her delicate lips betrays her maidenly embarrassment.
I’ve always thought this, but Ms. Ant is super attractive. Her well-defined nose bridge, the balanced facial lines, and that slender chin are irresistible. And her sensual lips are the epitome of a man’s ideal. She’s a beauty that could give elves a run for their money, at least in the lower half of her face.
She’s covered in a full shell, but her proportions are still amazing. Her waist is too slim compared to a human’s, but it’s not ugly. No matter how tight you cinch a corset, you couldn’t get a line this perfect.
What exactly are Antfolk? They don’t seem like a naturally occurring species. According to the mythology of this world, a beautiful lazy girl angered the gods and was turned into an Antfolk. Well, mythology has humans made from clay and such, so it’s not really reliable.
There’s apparently a wild Antfolk kingdom far to the south. If there’s a wild breed, does that mean they’re just normal creatures? Maybe they were genetically engineered and then reverted to the wild.
The Ms. Ant species has coexisted with elves for ages. Many humans misunderstand, thinking elves enslave the Antfolk, but that’s not the case.
Not every elf can command the Antfolk. They only reproduce under a trustworthy master. Even if you use a subjugation skill to bind them and force them into slavery, you can’t make them reproduce, and they’ll die out without passing on their next generation.
Antfolk reproduction is unique, as it requires a deep bond with their master. Their reproductive organs are protected by a shell so tough that even steel swords can’t pierce it, and unless they meet a master they truly trust, they’ll never open in their lifetime.
The master’s gender doesn’t matter. If you insert the elf’s special pill into the reproductive organ of an Antfolk, she’ll lay eggs. What’s born isn’t really a child, but a kind of clone. Though small, they share the mother’s memories and can start working right away. It’s like strawberry plants growing runners to spread, but even gods can make clones, so maybe it’s not so strange in this world.
Ms. Hóa told me it could happen soon, so she gave me a bit of Antfolk seed. It’s a white pill about the size of a fava bean, smooth and incredibly hard.
Do I just push this into Ms. Ant’s reproductive organ? It’d be great if more Antfolk were born──they’re excellent workers.
No, something feels off. This isn’t right.
Focus only on Ms. Ant right in front of you, discard your preconceptions, and listen to her heart’s voice. Why is that sweet scent luring me in?
She wants me as a man, and I find her desirable too. It’s all about following our primal, pure impulses of love. Simply put, she’s the kind of girl who’s ready to be served up on a plate.
I might have hesitated before, but not anymore. I’ll guide Ms. Ant to the bed and gently overpower her.
Ms. Ant is momentarily taken aback, but her confusion quickly turns to joy. I can see her exoskeleton relaxing, ready to accept me.
I apologize to Ms. Ann and Ms. Aqua, who seem intrigued, but they need to leave. I don’t want a chain reaction of mating seasons breaking out, and right now, I want to enjoy this just between us.
The over 2-meter tall Ms. Ant lies on the feather blanket, trembling with embarrassment and tension. Is this a size gap fetish? She’s adorable, though.
”It’s okay, I’ll be gentle.”
It’s a line that makes me blush as soon as I say it. I guess I’m not talented at sweet-talking girls. Well, it’s not the words themselves that matter, but the spirit behind them. As long as my feelings get through, that’s what counts.
She’s a virgin with no prior knowledge about sex, so I need to be careful not to scare her. Even the brave Ms. Ant, who stands up to dragons without fear, seems different when it comes to this.
I press my body against hers, increasing the area of contact. The exoskeleton is cold at first, but it quickly becomes unnoticeable. Different from human skin, it’s flexible and surprisingly resilient, like wearing a custom leather suit. There’s a certain fetish appeal to it, and this is good in its own right.
I gently kiss her. Good, she’s tense but not rejecting it. Her body quivers with delight, which is incredibly cute.
Getting carried away, I slip my tongue in, and she’s accepting it all for me. The mucous membrane and the taste of saliva in her mouth are surprisingly human-like.
I thought I could end it with just kisses if she was enjoying it, but the scent rising from her honey pot is tempting me. When I touch it with my fingers, I’m surprised by how hot and already moist it is. All right then, let’s fully enjoy this together.
Ms. Ant blushes but allows her lower abdomen to be examined. It feels like a situation where such actions might be permissible. Is it excitement? Is this a shame play?
Her carapace slides open, revealing the delicate parts within. If it closes during insertion, it could chop things off cleanly. Certainly, without a deep trust, this is a frightening prospect for a man.
Still, it’s beautiful. The translucent white skin hidden beneath the carapace, not a hair on it, yet the structure of the important parts is exactly the same as a human woman’s. It’s fresh, like a newly born creature.
”It’s beautiful.”
I can’t help but utter the cliché again. It’s fine, I might sound pretentious, but what’s wrong with speaking my honest thoughts. Ms. Ant blushes and twists her body in embarrassment. She seems to feel the sting of words.
The Antfolk usually don’t speak human language, but they understand the words they hear. Their intelligence is on par with, or perhaps exceeds, humans. Their communication among themselves is through ultrasound and mind communication, which is far superior to human language, especially in battle.
I explore and caress her sensitive spots. It’s like running my hands over her thick leather suit, but the sensitivity is very good. Just massaging her breasts gently made Ms. Ant shudder and climax lightly.
It has a smooth, slightly stiff texture that feels a bit stiff, but the inside is soft and girly. I’m excited about it for me too. I think I could understand the feelings of leather fetishists a little.
I would like to try a little more, but it’s tough to play teasing too much on my first experience. It’s not good to get too fast and make me wait longer than necessary. It’s quite difficult, but if you think about it with the other person’s feelings, it’s obvious. This is something I learned from interacting with Miss Floria and Uno. I’ll insert it as I want.
There’s more than enough lubrication, but it’s still a bit tight. Ms. Ant’s trying her best to accept me, but when she relaxes, she clamps down hard, and it hurts. I’m tempted to force my way in with brute strength, but meeting force with force would only hurt us both. I’m moving carefully, syncing with her relaxation to avoid hurting her.
Her hymen was thick like wax, but otherwise, she feels just like a human. The resistance melted away as I grinded patiently, but she’s clearly in pain.
Sorry, but at this point, I’m letting instinct take over. My self-control’s at its limit──I can’t hold back anymore. Hell, my hips are moving on their own. Her response to me is pure instinct too. We’ve both lost all rationality.
It’s a strange feeling. Antfolk have some inhuman traits, yet my instincts recognize her completely as a woman.
In the final flash, I saw a vision.
A distant future, or maybe the past. Somewhere, we existed together.
I see a shadow in the light. Who is it? A god? Or maybe a demon lord?
I thought I had the answer, but the next moment, it was gone. Damn, I can’t remember.
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After that, I open my eyes to gentle shaking. Looks like I passed out at the peak. I feel like I saw something important in my dream, but what was it? Oh well, dreams are like that.
Probably, it means Ms. Ant truly accepted me. Yeah, let’s go with that.
The brand-new down comforter is a mess of bodily fluids. When she notices the state of it, Ms. Ant’s face turns bright red again. She’s really adorable.
Thank goodness Ms. Lime was here. She purified everything, but Ms. Nina’s got sharp instincts. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, but if she finds out, my favorability’ll drop. It’s not cheating──in this world, if you’re serious, it’s not cheating. Or is it?
Ms. Ann and Ms. Aqua also needed treatment again. While not as bad as Ms. Ant, they were still quite worn out. I made sure to warn them against pushing themselves too hard.
Even after treatment, they didn’t recover as quickly as Ms. Ant. I wasn’t expecting any romantic entanglements, but it’s disappointing to think they still don’t fully trust me.
Come to think of it, why *does* Ms. Ant trust me so much? There’s nothing special between us. She’s the most reliable in terms of strength, so I’ve only been piling burdens on her. I can’t think of any events that would’ve raised her affection for me. Hmm, I don’t get it. Is it just a compatibility thing?
Love is a strange thing. If someone who likes me accepts my feelings, mutual love is easy. But there’s no guarantee the person *I* like will accept mine.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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