The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss

Chapter 485: An Irrefutable Primitive Truth

"..." I look at the eggs of that spider girl, stuck to the wall. The Spider Girl went out to hunt for food, so she's not here right now. Looking at these eggs, I finally realize something.

I don't want to take revenge on the spider girl. Not because I'm not angry—I'm full of hatred—but simply because there's no point in getting revenge on this girl.

She's just a monster acting as such. It's like an animal in the wild. She's not doing this to me out of hatred, sadism, or revenge. She's just keeping me here because she needs something for her children.

It's so obvious... It makes no sense to kill an animal for acting exactly like an animal, so it also makes no sense to kill a monster for acting like a monster.

If I waste time getting revenge on every monster that humiliates me like this, I'll never really progress. I also can't talk too much, because I act like a monster myself most of the time.

"Haa..." I sigh, watching the eggs move. My goals have shifted to just escaping from here. Forget getting strong and killing the spider girl. That would take too long and has no merit. I'd rather escape sooner while I still can.

As soon as I have the strength, an opening, or anything, I'll run as far away as possible. It's so humiliating to have to flee. It makes me feel weak, but it's all I can do.

'I wonder how long until I can escape...' I see the eggs cracking. It seems they're hatching. From one of them emerges a black leg that looks like it's covered in armored plates, just like the spider girl's.

"..." It doesn't take long for her offspring to manage to get out. They look quite like her—small humanoids with the lower half being a spider and the upper half a humanoid body.

"Mommy! Mommy!" They run towards me, calling me mommy as they start climbing to get on me. I shift uncomfortably as they climb, and soon one of them bites my chest hard, starting to suckle.

"!!!" A few try to bite me, but the level difference doesn't allow them to injure me. So those who realize the milk is there come to my breast, starting a little squabble while just repeating the word 'mommy'.

I'm left here, tied up, having to accept that my milk is being taken from me. Unfortunately, the extra weight doesn't damage the threads, so I can only stay still, waiting for them to feed and fight over my breasts.

"..." Soon, I hear a clicking sound and know that girl has returned. I see the web opening in front and her entering, sealing the nest again. When she sees the hatchlings, her eyes seem to shine with pure joy.

'...Tsk...' She only cares about that. So rational, yet at the same time so primitive—the very reason I gave up on revenge.

"How wonderful, Pandora! Look at my precious babies! They already know what they should eat, isn't it marvelous?" she says, grabbing one of the babies that was fighting with another. They all stop fighting and look at her.

"..." I just look at her with an empty gaze of someone who has decided to feel nothing for her. Not interest, not love, not hatred, not desire. I feel absolutely nothing now as I observe her.

"You seem much calmer. Have you accepted your fate?" she asks, approaching me while the two babies latched onto my breasts suckle my milk rapidly.

"If I remove the gag, will you behave?" she asks as I think. Even if she takes this off my mouth, I can't escape. Even if I could bite and destroy the restraints, I wouldn't be able to escape her attack range.

"..." I nod affirmatively. I won't try to escape. Not yet. For now, it's better to just be her incubator and "dairy cow" until I have a real chance to flee.

"...Hmmm" She seems to assess my honesty for a moment and then pulls the restraint from my mouth.

"Here." She shoves a heart into my mouth. It's dripping fresh blood, so it means she found food. I chew, accepting the food because I need to build up my strength until the opportunity for escape comes.

"It's good you decided to be cooperative." She takes her two offspring from my breasts as I look down, seeing the little tooth marks on my nipples, drops of milk dripping as I sigh.

'It's not exactly painful...' It's just uncomfortable for me, along with the feeling of humiliation I have to swallow.

"Let's see..." The spider girl begins to tie a web tightly around my breasts, and soon she pulls, making milk shoot from my breasts. She places a large bowl made of web underneath and then starts pulling the cords, really milking my breasts as the milk falls into the bowl and her offspring approach, starting to eat.

The tight binding compresses the space, making me feel this discomfort inside my breasts as the milk is squeezed into a small space before being shot out in a fast jet.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" she asks, but I remain silent. I have nothing to say since I've decided interactions aren't worth it. I'll just conserve my energy and wait for the chance to escape.

"Well, it doesn't matter. If you've accepted staying quiet, that's enough. Time for the next batch of eggs, don't you think?" she asks as she manipulates the threads with mastery while moving, milking me as she goes behind me.

My breasts produce far more milk than a human's, to the point that in this short interval she's taken over 10 liters. And the caloric and nutritional content is absurd. One liter of cow's milk has about 600 to 640 kcal, while one liter of my milk varies.

Since it depends on what I eat and my current Mana, it can range from 10,000 kcal to 500,000 kcal or even more if I'm well-fed. No wonder my milk is so nutritious for her children.

'How funny... my milk is so calorie-dense that a human drinking it would die, but these little half-spider pests drink it like it's normal...'

I feel that thing entering me and can't help but make sounds of pain. It remains as thick and large as always. I just try to control my breathing and my body so it doesn't hurt as much, despite the hypersensitivity.

'...Maybe I can use this to learn something new...' I take a deep breath, feeling those spheres invading me. I bite my lips until they bleed to avoid screaming in pain as I feel the eggs entering my uterus.

The heavy sensation of being filled while my milk is being drained is so strange to me. It always makes me think about how humiliating it is that I, the Demon King, have been reduced to a baby and milk factory.

Each egg that enters increases the uncomfortable feeling of my swollen belly. It's not pleasurable at all, even with the sedative.

When the last egg enters, there's that same familiar weight I've had to endure for months. Ten eggs stuck inside my uterus while a semi-solid mucus plugs the exit of my uterus and my vagina.

"It's good you were less resistant this time, Pandora. Seems you've really learned your function. Now I'll give you your dose of venom." She comes to my front and gives me a kiss. I feel the venom being poured into my mouth.

Drops run down my chin as I swallow, feeling the sweet taste of the venom. My muscles, which were recovering, become weak again, losing the rigidity that was returning.

"Do you like the venom?" she asks, stroking my face as I look down, seeing her babies almost finishing all the milk she took from me. Without a doubt, I'm the best meal they've ever tasted in their lives.

"Yes..."

"Are you sad? Your answer is so dry and empty." She asks without any real concern. It's like a "farmer" seeing that the cattle isn't "happy" and then trying to figure out what's wrong—a simple, discreet way to keep production at maximum.

"No."

"Hmm... If you're sad, I'll have to poison you with hallucinogens, understand?" She says again what she'll do. It's so frustrating.

"I'm not sad." I'm really not sad. I just feel... humiliated. And because I feel humiliated, I stay quiet. A loser doesn't have the right to choose or speak. I treat everyone who loses to me that way, so now that I've lost, I won't be a hypocrite.

I've always said that if I torture, then I'm also ready to be tortured. If I kill, I'm ready to be killed. And all of that is true. If I enslave people, I'm ready to be enslaved. If I weren't, I'd be a hypocrite, and I hate hypocritical people.

But being ready doesn't mean I wanted it, and it doesn't mean I'm happy. It just means I understand and accept that it's happening. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Hmm, what can I do to make you happy without having to give you more venom?" she asks. It would be nice if there were some warmth in her voice, but there's nothing. It's just a practical question. And since it's a question without any feeling of interest, I also decide to give an equal answer.

"Rare foods... or sex." Lust and Hunger, two of the things that satisfy me the most. If I'm eating something delicious and rare, I'm satisfied. And if I'm having sex, I'm happy. In the end, I'm just like this spider girl—a rational monster, but also very primitive in my mind.

"I can't give you food. There's a limited amount I can give you per hour to keep you healthy and well, without forcing me to hunt nonstop... but I can give you sex."

"However, I can't use your vagina. It's for my eggs. So only your mouth and your anus are left. Is that okay?" When she says that, I smile. A twisted smile. It's like a farmer asking a cow what it wants to eat. It's so pathetic and ridiculous it's funny.

"How small does your ovipositor get?" I ask, looking at her carapace. She briefly exposes it, showing the large size that starts to get smaller, but stops at a size that's still quite large.

'It's as thick as my arm, and in terms of length, it's over 3 feet...' Seems she didn't even expose all of it.

"Can you shoot any liquid?" I ask, looking into her eyes with an empty gaze.

"Web, venom, and a kind of sticky gum-like gel for protection," she says as I think.

"I want the sticky gum... in my mouth." I decide to just accept this, and I choose to use my mouth because at least I can eat and recover my magic. However, instead of leaving this magic in my body where it will be useless,

I'll pass all the magic I obtain from the food to my abyssal halo. I'll store as much magic in it as I can for when I need to escape. Even if what she puts in my mouth gives little magic, I'll have the patience to accumulate.

"Great. Then be happy. Too much venom will spoil the quality of your milk, so don't force me to keep poisoning you with hallucinogens." She speaks while moving, placing that thing in my mouth and trying to push it in.

"..." I open up, accepting it for now. Not because I like it or want it, but because it's all I have to do in this place.

'Patience... I just... need to be patient...' I start to suck on this thing. It's viscous and warm, as well as soft and pliable, but it doesn't feel like anything I've ever put in my mouth before. Kind of strange, but if it's going to provide me with magic, I don't care what it is.

Because I'm not doing this for pleasure. I'm doing it to accumulate resources for my escape and to prevent her from increasing her control over me by thinking I'm "sad."

She pushes it further inside, passing through my throat and esophagus. The position makes it perfect for her to penetrate deeply. I just close my eyes to "enjoy" it while ignoring her children repeating the word 'mommy' over and over.