Re:Ant Lord-Chapter 42: Should I Bite It!

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For an unspoken moment, the only movements in that chamber were her soft inhalations and exhalations, the dappled reflection of crystals overhead, and the mighty six star rank Princess Mia successfully got marked by the system without Kai’s approval.

Moments later, A faint shimmer glowed across Mia’s slender collarbone, invisible to the casual eye but definitely there: a faint swirling pattern of light that sank into her aura. She did not notice a thing.

The only effect was an intensified wave of fatigue pulling her deeper into slumber. She gave a soft sigh, rolling onto her side. By chance, her left hand slid across Kai’s chest, draping there as though in absent comfort.

The two ants, one an unconscious male, the other a dozing princess were now very close in proximity. From the third person point of view, it looked like a sleeping couple. Who were exhausted after a few rounds of physical workout.

Minutes, then hours, trickled by in total stillness. The only watchers were the faint crystals overhead and the hush of nighttime that offered no commentary. The door to the chamber remained firmly shut.

Outside in the corridor, the cloaked ant from before paced slowly, occasionally leaning near the door. He wanted to be sure all was well. He heard nothing but the soft hum of the occupant’s auras. In the distance, a guard strolled by. The cloaked ant nodded in silent greeting. Neither spoke. But eventually, the guard left, deciding there was nothing strange going on at such a late hour.

Midnight turned into the earliest hours before dawn. At some point, an attendant arrived in the hallway with fresh linens, but the cloaked ant signaled them to be quiet.

He says, "Don’t make unwanted noise, otherwise you will disturb Princess Mia." The attendant bowed in confusion but obeyed, concluding that the occupant wanted solitude. The hush resumed.

Inside the bedchamber, Princess Mia unconsciously shifted once more, rolling a fraction closer, letting her body rest half upon the warm shape of Kai. She was not a small woman by any means: her slender waist gave way to generous hips and a fairly ample bust.

The official records described her body proportions in humanoid terms as 38–26–38, though for an ant/humanoid hybrid, that meant a strong, athletic physique combined with curvaceous lines. Either way, she was definitely pressing her big melons upon Kai.

Kai, for his part, remained in a half-lost realm, though the healing energies within him were rapidly mending the last of his injuries, thanks to the system’s evolution jump to Two-Star.

By the time the faint glow of morning luminescence began rising in the outside corridors, the battered tissues had knitted, and the aura channels realigned to handle his newly gained capacity.

A slender beam of light was coming from an overhead crystal that shifted brightness to simulate dawn; it fell upon Kai’s face, warming the plates of his exoskeleton. He stirred, inhaling sharply, his mind slowly returning from the swirling chaos of stasis.

His first conscious thought was, "I’m not drowning." He blinked. Another thought comes, "Where am I?"

His memory replayed the last thing he recalled clearly: the butt-cannon maniac, Roddick, unleashing a ridiculous final move. Then the unstoppable shockwave smashes Kai into the air, the sensation of weightlessness, the horrifying tumble off the cliff, water roaring in his ears, darkness swallowing him.

Kai stirred slowly, the world a hazy warmth wrapped around him. He expected the cold stone of the nest floor, or perhaps the damp touch of spring water still clinging to his shell. But this... this was something else.

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He didn’t dare open his eyes just yet. Not when his cheek was pressed against something so perfect it felt woven from a dream—like warm jelly that pulsed softly beneath his breath.

He shifted slightly, his right arm sluggishly rising. It didn’t go far before bumping into something... something soft and massive, something that seemed to cradle him like a living pillow. The gentle rise and fall beneath his cheek matched a slow, steady rhythm—a breathing motion.

Kai’s small hand slipped forward, brushing over a curve that sent a shiver down his spine.

"What... what is this?" he whispered, heart pounding with confused pleasure.

His hand, tentative but emboldened by instinct, pressed down. The surface gave way, pliant and smooth, warm as if it had been kissed by fire. His fingers sank into the softness, the shape pressing back slightly, snug and alive.

"It’s like... a steamy dumpling," his muddled thoughts mumbled. "No... like jelly. Hot, breathing jelly."

He squeezed again. Slowly. Then once more, greedily. His hand moved in circles, feeling the weight shift under his palm. He tried to grasp it, but his fingers couldn’t span the full curve. It was too large—too perfect. His breath quickened, his face now buried in the heavenly flesh that cradled his whole being.

His palm gilded upward and there he found a peak. A pointed, firm nub that stood erect amidst the sea of softness.

It was tender, yet taut. The moment his fingers brushed it, a jolt surged down his spine. He didn’t think his body would act. He pinched gently, then squeezed, watching it react to his touch. The sensation awakened something primal within him. Something carnal. Something hungry.

"Why do I want to... bite it? Taste it?"

Below his waist, his body responded before his brain could catch up. His ant rod, normally still and dormant, pulsed and stiffened, throbbing with unexplainable energy.

He groaned softly.

Still, his eyes remained closed. Part of him was afraid that opening them would shatter the fantasy. That the warmth, the smell, the softness, it would all vanish like morning fog.

But curiosity and arousal won over fear. His eyes fluttered open. What he saw made him freeze. He wasn’t in a dream.

He was lying directly on top of Princess Mia, her soft skin glistening with a faint sheen from their shared body heat, her long golden hair scattered around them like moonlight spun into silk. Her face was serene in sleep, but her body... Her glorious, exposed body...