The spider experiment was going well. In front of the young mage was a spider the size of an apple. It seemed stable and had survived a minute after being born. The spider moved about the table exploring its environment. It didn't seem afraid of him. It would let him touch it and pick it up from the table. Albie left the spider to its business as he put another few spider eggs in the blood and repeated the process, he had used to make the first. Four spiders crawled out of the jar of blood. 

 He hoped at least one was a different gender before casting a spell that would make domesticated animals eager to reproduce. One spider seemed to be a man and did its business before his mate ate him. 

 A spell was then cast on her and she quickly laid eggs. The female died soon after giving birth. Spider reproduction seemed very unforgiving to Albie, Ignoring his part in the process. The book Sculpting Life had described ways to force animals to maturity using blood stones. Albie was once again using his own life force instead of a blood stone, but he could feel how the bees felt about the spiders and decided against sacrificing hiss killing bees for the creation of the spiders. 

 He hatched two of the eggs to see two apple sized spiders grow in a matter of seconds. The young spiders seemed afraid of him and tried to flee from the large predator. The spiders were not quick enough, and the life force was rapidly drained from them. 

 The young mages theory was that being born in a jar of his blood bound the spiders to him. Perhaps they were born with bloodstones inside them. It was an interesting theory but dissecting the spiders looking for a small bloodstone would have to wait. He dumped a pinch more spider eggs into the blood jar and began to grow the spiders again. 

 Long hairy legs rose from the jar touching the table. The legs squirmed and pulled as the blood and spider spilled out of the jar that had filled rapidly with spiders. The panicking spider legs flailed and pushed against the ground tipping and shaking the jar before the overflowing vessel stopped moving. The legs gone limp. Dead spider and blood pressed against the glass jar. 

 Albie left the lab to fetch a larger vessel for his experiment. The hallway was full of bees making nests on every surface of the upper hallways. The floor has covered in the remains of insects and small animals the carnivorous bees could not eat. 

The lurker slumped in the entry way staring at the charred woman. Its bony head twisting over its shoulder to look at him the same way an owl might. The undead lost interest quickly and looked back at the corpse.
Albie entered the kitchen and found a large soup pot. He took the tool back up the stairs were the carnivore bees presented him with three living rats he drained of life. He returned a bit of it to make the bees new larva grow faster before entering the lab again. 

His hunger unsatisfied he cut his wrist and bled into the pot until it was a quarter full before healing himself. He felt woozy and his heartbeat furiously. The loss of so much blood almost throwing his body into shock if not for using his life force to quickly replace what was lost. He held onto the counter to support his wobbling legs. 

The voices of Bags and Scab resounding in his mind having sensed his distress. Scab seeming exited and Bags panicked. 

He brushed the two minds off and began the next round of experiments. He added the spider eggs to the blood and channeled the life force into the pot. Long legs covered in brown hair reached out of the pot and pulled the bodies of spiders the size of a small dogs. The spiders took a few steps from the pot before their legs bent and snapped under their large size. The new spider was a better size but needed tweaking. Albie dumped the rest of the original spider nest into the pot and grew a small swarm of apple spiders. He released tried to give ordered to the tiny spiders the same way he would talk to his bees. Most chose to ignore his commands. They did not fear him as a predator or look at him as prey. Most spiders in the room ignores him. He ordered the six spiders that would listen into enchanted jars. He sealed them with silver lids before devouring all the other spiders in the room. The spider shook and cracked before becoming lifeless shells. 

Albie called on the bees to clean up. The carnivore bees flooded the room dragging the dead spiders out. They eyed the jar in the mages hand before leaving. A gift of another two rats left in the room. Albie consumed the life force gratefully. He looked at the apple spiders in their jars. They were spiders who would take orders from a mage. Hopefully their offspring would as well. They were very valuable children and were released to wander the lab as the pleased. They all took to setting up webs in different corners. He would call on them latter. For now, he had to perfect the next largest spider. Something hearty enough to snare a man. Is caught alone he bet he could do it with a spider the size of a shepherd dog. He would have to bread them to be more social. 

He called two of his apple spiders to his side where he cast breading magic on the pair. Soon enough he was down two spiders but had a grate deal of eggs. 

He hatched the eggs in his blood again filling the room once more with apple spiders. He ordered the ones who would listen to leave out the window. About fifty of the thousand spiders did as instructed. The rest were drained of life. Albie felt starved. The life force he gave he did not all come back. 

The mage wondered why creating life was more taxing than taking it back. He thought it strange that the life force had escaped. Did some slip over the border. If so, were did the life energy come from. 

Albie looked outside to see the sun setting. He was starving after his experiments and had not even finished. He grabbed the walking musket off the wall and began to limp downstairs. Albie ordered the spiders to trap and gather for him. He called on the ten sisters to help him hunt tonight. As he limped down the stairs, he saw Bags sitting on the rail eyeing the lurker. 

"Bed," Thought the rat to her master.

"Okay," said Albie turning down the hall. "Lurker I need something moved." 

The dead man looked at the mage its head twisting so its jaw was above its eyes before running to the shadows. 

"oh yeah!" shouted Albie after the fleeing corpse. "leave it to the starving cripple! Dead beat!"

"Bed?" asked Bags.

"I'm working on it," responded Albie entering the first hospital room on the ground floor. He ordered the Sisters to help him move the blood-stained Mattress. The ten dog sized bees and one human lifted and carried the bed to the kitchen where they dropped it on the floor. Bags jumped on top of the cotton mattress and began chewing a hole into the top.

The fact that a person had been rotting into the mattress for two weeks didn't seem to discourage the rat in the slightest.

"Comfy cozy nest!" squeaked the rat.

"Glad you like it," said Albie "You want to stay here tonight?"

The young mage didn't get a response. The little rat was already asleep.

He smiled as he limped out of the kitchen. Bags was a simple creature. He left the hospital evening was settling in. the sounds of hoofs on stone echoed through the streets. The young mage looked over the garden in front of him and thought to himself. I could eat a horse.

Albi a life mage done wrong will Seek to avenge himself on the kingdom that has destroyed his home.

"You want to sync—with us?" Grant pulled away from enough to gaze at me, eyes full of questions. Demos nibbled at my ear making me shiver. My lids closed feeling his lips brushed against my neck. My mind melted around the edges. Each centimeter of skin in contact with both of them fired up.

"She's only teasing you," whispered Demos making my heart leap. I shoved him away and glared. His comment snapped me from the hazy state.

"I'm serious!" they both stepped away from me as if I was contagious. "What? Let's get it over. Let's sync now," I shouted tapping my feet. Grant frowned at me while Demos looked away a little embarrassed. My brows furrowed. Their reactions took me by surprise; I thought they would be happy about this. What's with that mixture of disbelief and discomfort?

"I have to get to work later and it's my first day," Demos scratched the back of his head.I've noticed he picked up this human habit whenever he was nervous. I blinked, getting rid of the distraction. What did that have to do with that syncing business? How did this become so complicated? Grant got closer to me while sighing.

"Liliane, to sync you need preparation. You also have to go back to work today, right?" he asked without breaking eye contact. I nodded after a moment. Preparation? What preparation? This thing was starting to freak me out.

"We'll talk about it when you get back," he squeezed my shoulder lightly for comfort. His warmth oozed through the material of my shirt easing the tension building up in my shoulder. His eyes changed to aquamarine, he was using his thing again to control me. I quickly pulled away.

"Listen, you've been pestering me with it and now that I've given in, you're asking me to wait," Demos moved away from us, went to his usual spot on the couch in the living room. I turned to him searching his expression for support. I couldn't read his poker face. "Why are you so silent now? Come on, say something," he relaxed with his arms behind his head.

"Grant is right, if we sync right now, it could be dangerous if I go out in the field. I won't be at my full potential. I don't want to fail on my first day," I dragged my feet to him and sunk on his couch, technically it was still mine. I sighed taking my head in my hand.

"Guys, you're scaring me," I stared at my foot tapping nervously. Grant closed the distance between us in seconds; he dropped to his knees and took my hands in his. His silver eyes glimmering with worry.

"Liliane, syncing isn't scary, you will need to prepare before and after, that's all," this all the stuff they were telling me, now he was trying to convince me it's safe. I narrowed my eyes at him. Bullshit!

"Your thing sounds a lot like some weird sex position," my lips twisted in disgust. "Please, tell me I'm wrong," I turned pleading eyes at Demos who smirked back at me making my heart skip a beat. Oh, the apprehension.

"Don't look at me. It's also my first sync with a human. I'm getting the same concerns. I don't have the answers," he smiled yet it didn't touch his copper eyes. Grant tugged at my hand to get my attention. I slowly shifted back at him.

"Liliane, don't worry. It won't hurt. The quick guide says it is harmless," I watched him as he stroke my hand with his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. I let out a shaky breath.

"You're sure?" he brought my hands to his lips and kissed them.

"Promise, Princess. For now, it's 4:16 am. You need to sleep. I bet it will be a busy day," he cheered. I slowly shook my head, my mind drifting to my workplace. My stomach crunched, what if more rumors had spread? Then my thoughts shifted to all the piles of samples waiting for me.

"Let's pray I don't have to do overtime," I murmured, Grant gave me a tight smile.

"Overtime will ruin our plans," he gave out a nervous laugh. I got to my feet, with our sync still on my mind. Terrible scenarios of what I thought it was, ran in circles. When I entered my quiet room, an idea popped in my head.

"Guys!" I called, both ran to the door. I flinched when I looked over my shoulder and found them in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" they asked in unison with identical panic on their faces. The memory of the attack still fresh, the emotions attached to it—raw. I forced a smile as an apology.

"I wanted to get some help—with the bed," my voice trailed off. Their eyes darted from me to the queen size bed in the middle of the room. I cleared my throat before continuing. "Since it can't fit the three of us. With Demos' weight and all—also, I can't afford to buy a larger one, right now. I thought I'd disassemble it then send it for recycling. We could get some units for scrap wood," they both eyed me in silence. It made me terribly anxious not knowing what they were thinking.

"I don't want you to sit down by the bed. It's a little unfair," I added quickly to Demos, trying to fill in the silence. His eyebrows arched up.

"You want me—to sleep in bed—with you? All three of us—in bed?" he asked doubtfully. I don't know how he managed to make it sound sexual, the jerk. I lowered my eyes to the floor. This syncing thing was probably sexual too. Maybe, I was reading too much into it. Ok, I wasn't addressing the right issue here. I haven't even acknowledged their feeling for me or me for them. Hell! I've just brushed their confessions with a slap of the hand. I shook my head desperate to make a sense out of the chaos happening inside of me.

"I-I want us—to get to know each other. I mean, it's been weeks that we are together but so much had happened we didn't have enough time together. I-I want you to know I need you in my life," I dared to lift my head and faced them. Both held my gaze yet stayed silent. I cleared my throat as the tension built up. "Please, say something. The silence is killing me," I fidgeted as I waited. Grant took a step forward but stopped at a safe distance.

"Let's get this bed out," he simply added Demos nodded in agreement. In minutes, it got pulled apart. I went to search for the vacuum cleaner and fresh sheets. Everyone worked quietly trying not to bump in each other. It felt unreal that I was preparing my bed to invite two guys to sleep on it. Where did my morals go? My neurons were working overtime to coop with the situation. I smoothed out the sheet with Grant's help while Demos took the pieces of wood that made the bed in the living room. I really wanted to know what was going on behind his silver eyes.

"Do you need pillows? I think I have some inflated ones when Lyla used to come for sleepovers," Grant gave me a tight smile that made my heart ached. I quickly escaped to the bathroom to retrieve them from the cabinet. My pulse raced, my hands shook when I pulled them out along with two pillowcases. Shit! Get it together, Liliane. What's with the heavy atmosphere? I caught sight of my blood-shot eyes in the mirror above the sink. I looked terrible. I dropped the pillows and splashed some water over my face, took deep breaths to calm my senses.

"We are ready," called Grant from the room. I flinched and gripped the front of my shirt. Calm the fuck down! We are not even doing the sync thing and I'm already having a heart attack. Get a grip! Flashes of what-if scenarios popped in my heart including one with both of them naked and waiting when I open the door. I had to slap myself and slashed more water onto my face to flush it out of my head. When I pushed the bathroom door that naughty thought lingered. However, I found both of them fully dressed sitting crossed legged facing each other on the mattress. They looked up in alert. I had to laugh at my own ridiculous sadist mind. I nearly dropped what I was holding. 

"What's so funny?" asked Grant. I waved a hand at him dismissing his question. I couldn't stop my giggles.

"You wouldn't get it. It's a girl thing," I sunk beside them with a grin. Grant took the pillow and inflated them.

"Try us?" added Demos in a challenge. I pulled my own pillow and hugged it. I cheeks flushed, having them, this close made me hypersensitive. 

"Human sense of humor—" I added then laid on the mattress turning my back to him. Grant handed a pillow to Demos, his eyes dropped on me.

"Are you sure you want us to be here?" he frowned at me. He was as nervous as I was, it made me relax a little. 

"Yeah, just help me sleep with your magic," I chuckled. He took a moment to study my face then nodded towards Demos. I felt the mattress moved as they settled down. Grant pulled the sheet around me covering only me. Even though I could feel Demos behind me, we didn't touch. Grant kept his distance; I was surprised he hadn't fallen off the mattress. A queen-size bed was still small for three people to sleep on.

"Give me your hands," he whispered as he gazed into my eyes. With my head on the pillow and laying on my side, I gave him my cold sweaty hands. My pulse accelerated when our skin came into contact. I took shallow breaths to calm down. A slow smile stretched on his lovely face. His curly brown hair spread over the white pillow.

"It's ok, just breathe—slowly," I watched as his eyes turned to that beautiful taint of blue and green. The colors seeped from the rim and spread to the center towards the iris. His face seemed to blur around the edges. I blinked when my eyelids became heavy. "Don't fight it, listen to my voice. Sleep," his voice faded as I drifted to slumber. 

                                                                       ***
I stretched my arms knocking my hand into something solid. I blinked away the sleep and rolled to my side. I saw the ceiling of my room and felt a dent in the mattress.

"What the—?" I lifted myself on an arm. I was half-sitting on someone's laps. I gave a small scream before jumping away. Demos smirked at me.

"Good morning, you're lively today," he laughed, Grant stirred behind me. I struggled on all fours to get up but Demos pulled me back towards him. "Where do you think you're going?" he laughed as I fought against his grip.

"Let go!" I yelled. Grant watched us with a smile.

"He actually enjoy when you struggle," his comment made me go limp with wide eyes. "However, if you don't hurry, both of you will be late for work," Demos groaned in frustration then gave a quick kiss on my exposed belly before getting off. I squealed at the surprise attack goosebumps breaking all over my body. 

"Can I use your bathroom, first," he went for the door then paused for my approval. It was funny how natural it felt for them to use this space—my space. After all, it was their home. Our house. I will need time to accept that thought. I slowly nodded then turned to Grant.

"Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep well?" surprisingly I did. 

"Hey, I feel a lot better," I gave him a timid smile. He leaned in but I instinctively moved back. He paused and blinked at my reaction.

"Sorry, bad breath," I averted my face in embarrassment. He chuckled and pulled closer brushing his lips tentatively against mine. "I don't mind," he whispered in the sweetest voice. Something broke loose in me, something I never thought was there in the first place, taking over me. I pulled him into a long passionate kiss slowly savoring the moment.

"I thought we were running late!" called a deep voice from the bathroom door. Somehow, I was lying in bed with Grant over me. I quickly moved away feeling guilty. He chuckled at my reaction. "You do know that everything he feels? No need to be shy now," he licked his lips. My ears rang with embarrassment. Demos let out a throaty laugh. I pushed away from the bed, marched to my closet, grabbed whatever I got my hand on and slammed the bathroom door behind me. Why did he have to tease me all the time, that jerk! I can't believe he licked his lips as if we just kissed. I touch my own lips. The sensation still lingered.

A quarter of an hour later, I was ready for work wearing knee-long shorts and a pink shirt. Demos waited for me by the front door and Grant handed me a hot tea and my lunch. He was wearing his pink apron with Honey written on the front. I couldn't help but giggle.

"There a sandwich for your breakfast inside. You should eat it; I'll come to pick you up after work. So, don't you worry," he smiled. When I finished my tea he added, "I'll eagerly wait for our talk, tonight," he stressed on the last word making me frown. I almost forgot about it. The syncing thing. 

"Thanks, honey," I gave him a quick kiss. Demos cleared his throat showing his impatience. I rushed to him.

"Do you want a goodbye kiss too? You seem awfully jealous!" I snapped at him.  He paused in the doorway eyeing me. Then he reached and gave me a quick peck on the forehead leaving me stunt. His soft lips left a burning sensation on my skin. I just stared unable to speak.

"No, you're the one begging for a kiss. Sorry, you'll have to wait tonight," he smirked as we got outside. On our way to the, I kept giving him side-glances. His sharp profile looked tense as the scenery sped away. His jaw clenched was he nervous about his first day or our sync? He waved goodbye at the station. He kept apologizing that he be late if he missed the next Transfer back to level Twenty-two. I wished him good luck on his first day. I stood on the platform where we first kissed, watching as he grabbed the Transfer for work. I didn't mind walking to the company alone. When I climbed the stairs to the front of the building, no murmur greeted me. Actually, everyone walked as far as possible without making eye contact. Still, my stomach clenched when I slid my bracelet at the panel by the door. It will be a long day, I sighed.

[New version 2.0 of the story with a new ending and bonus chapters.]

Be ready to enter a complex futurist world with real implications. When high-tech meets fantasy creatures. Artificial mates, a book you won't be able to put down...

Liliane Kerry has always been a loner with few friends. Actually one sole friend, Lyla. When she announced Liliane she is migrating to another planet with her new lover, it left Liliane shattered and lost.

Desperate to find meaning and love, she stumbles on a trendy site by the company Sognare. One of the most expensive 'order your custom mate' company out there. Their waiting list taking as long as one year.

However, on the day her long-awaited order arrives, she is shocked to find more than what she has bargained.

We follow the path of our heroine as she struggles to find meaning in her life in a futuristic megacity called, Kumari R2. Where cyborgs, AI., and artificial populate the neighborhood along with humans. They are not always living in perfect harmony thus creating tensions. 

Will Liliane be able to let go of the darkness eating her from the inside and give happiness a chance?
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After the feast is over, my mind is full of joy and happiness. Although my body feels tired after cooking and feast reception, but its worth for what I got tonight. My father in law pat my shoulder while smile wide
"Son, you don't disappoint me. This night feast is successful and the guests praising your cook"
"It's also because Ming Er and brother He helping me, father, without their help I don't know if I can cook this much for the feast"
"Hahaha, alright. You must be tired after all this feast and the preparation. You should go rest. Hmm…right, where you should sleep. Wife, did guest room ready?"
Before Ming Er mother have a chance to answer, Ming Er already take my hand and drag me away
"Dad, he's my husband, of course, he should sleep with me"
After saying that she drags me to her room, accompany with laughter from her father, mother, and brother.
When we arrive in Ming Er's room, she's helping me changing clothes. After taking off the robe and accessories that I use during the feast until only singlet and pant remain. After that Ming Er take time to change her clothes as well. I set on the edge of the bed, scrutinize the room things. It's an ordinary girl room, neat and clean, with some dolls and books on the shelf, dressing table with mirror, cosmetic, and woman accessories on it, closet where Ming Er keep her clothes, small table with its chair, a bed where I'm currently sitting at, clothes hanger, an audio player with some CDs. It's a room that can you see everywhere.
After put the hair ornament on the table, remove the hairpin, Ming Er takes off her qipao and after folding it into a neat stack she put it on the table, along with the hair ornament. What makes me dumbfounded is she also take off her bra and panty before she put a long sleeping gown on her body
"Wifey, are you not wearing underwear?"
"Silly Hubby, I make you can access them easier, don't you like it? Besides, you should learn how to unhook a bra in a short time. Here, learn it"
Ming Er laughs mischievously while throwing the bra that she just wears to me. I catch the bra that she throws to me, but not to learn how to unhook it, instead start to sniff it. There is still some warmth remains in the bra and feminine scent of my wife. Seeing I'm not learning how to unhook bra but sniffing it make Ming Er face blushing
"Hubby! I told you to learn to unhook it not sniffing it. Give it back!"
After said that she tries to snatch her back from my hand, but I hide it in my back while lean my back to backward, which make her hand only grasp empty air. Because she uses a bit forced to snatch it, this failed grasp make her body unstable and fall down on my body. I wrap my hand over her slim waist to make her not move from my body and sniffing her face that closes with my face. My action makes her face become redder.
"Hubby…mmmm… don't sniff me like that. I'm a bit sweaty after that feast"
"That's okay wifey, I like your smell. It's fresh and full feminine scent of my beloved woman"
My sniffing stop when my nose meets her nose and our lip met to each other. We're in passionate kisses for a moment
"Hubby, I also like your smell. It's different from any smell I know. It's not fragrant or fresh, but…."
"But what wifey?"
"It's smell delicious. Like the food that you cook. Make me want to eat it"
"Aren't you already 'eat' me twice this morning wifey? In the bathroom and our room floor?"
She giggling and start at pinching me
"Hubby! You meanie! This is your punishment"
And she continues to pinching me in all my reachable body. But not that hurt pinching, instead of light pinching which makes me tickles. We laugh together while I'm trying to evade her pinching, which is hard to do since she laid over my body.
"Aw aw aw…okay okay…aw, I'm surrender…aw… stop it wifey"
Finally, she stops pinching me after I manage to hold her hand. We look at each other eyes and start to kissing again. After we finish kissing, I ask her
"Wifey, do you want to do 'that' again?"
"We can do it again later hubby, besides I know you very tired after this cooking and feast thing. Let's just rest tonight, I'm also tired with that"
Ah, my lovely wife! She understands me well and not selfishly push her wants to me. So I make her stand up to be able to lay down in bed properly. But after I look at the size of the bed, it smaller than the bed in my house which enough for two people sleep together. This Ming Er's bed although big enough for one person, but if used for two people is barely enough. Our side already in bedside when we lay down together in this bed. Seeing this, Ming Er look at me with an apologetic look,
"Sorry hubby, I'll get a spare mattress to sleep with"
But before she able to step out of the room, I already grasp her hand to stop her
"Wait, no need for that"
"But hubby, the bed is too small for two of us lay together in there"
"It's okay. I know how to solve this problem"
I lay down my back in the middle of the bed and after that spread my hand
"Come wifey, come to your mattress"
Ming Er blushing when see this but not refusing. After nodded she climb to the bed and crawling over my body before resting her head on my shoulder and her body on my chest.
"Do you like your mattress, wifey?"
"Um, the warmest mattress I ever had, hubby. But…Am I not heavy to you?"
"No, not at all. besides, when your belly starts to bulging a couple months later, you can't sleep like this you know?"
"Hubby…until that time comes…can I sleep like this every night?"
"Of course, I would love to. Now let's get some sleep"
"Um. My hubby is the best in the world"
After saying that she closed her eyes and start to sleep while I still caressing her hair when hug her sleeping. It seems being hugged and had her hair caressing make Ming Er can sleep quickly. In a couple minutes later a soft snore like a kitten already comes from her mouth. I look at her peaceful sleeping face before I also close my eyes.
What I don't know is, the next room from Ming Er room is her parent room and when we're flirting with each other, there's a pair of ear eavesdrop behind the wall.
"Husband, it's not good to eavesdrop on your own daughter"
Ming Er mother warn her husband that doing eavesdrop. But Ming Er's father did not stop, he makes a quiet sign and waves his wife to come to him. Curious with what her husband heard, Ming Er mother also come closer to the wall and listened as well
"You hear that wife?"
"Yes, husband. I hear that I can hear our daughter laugh happily"
"Thank God. Finally, she can laugh like that. She looks very sad and depressed before, and now she regains her happiness back"
"Um. Our daughter married a good man"
"Okay wife, we already hear what we want to hear. Let's go to rest as well" 
After knowing their daughter is happy, there are no more worries on Ming Er's parent's mind. Their burdens of having their daughter pregnant without husband lifted from them and make them feel relieved.

You Ben is a talented young cook in Shi Kingdom. But because of vicious intrigue within the palace, he lost his life in tragic death, followed by his family member.
When he’s opened his eyes, he’s already in someone else body. Someone with the same name as him, You Ben, a small restaurant owner in He Xing city, thousand years ahead from when he died.
Inherit the previous owner memory, You Ben found that the previous owner dies because drown in drinking habit because of his restaurant that once a popular restaurant, plummet in the bottom of food business by dirty tricks that made by his rival, which make him depressed.
Cherishing his second life, You Ben steeled his mind to rejuvenate the previous owner restaurant and bring his cooking skill to renowned in the world.

Genre : Romance with mature content.
Story wrote in the slow pace if you can't wait, sorry, this is my way of writing.

My body wasn't cooperating with me. I was stuck. It was around 6:30 in the morning, the time when I normally get up for school. But somehow, no matter how hard I tried to force myself to open my eyes and get out of my bed, my soft pillow was just too inviting. Never in my life did I ever think that I would regret buying a luxury king size mattress. It's make was expensive and could most probably afford a normal used car. I stared at it with rage as I laid in its soft, comfy cloth.

After almost another half hour of heavenly sleep, I finally opened my sleep deprived eyes. I looked around my usual Manhattan apartment. Modern furnishings lined the walls. Most wouldn't even be able to afford the rent of an apartment in this area let alone be able to own one. In all honesty, my apartment isn't even that large compared to our family's mansion back in Japan. The flat was a simple 3-bedroom, 3-bathroom property. The only thing that made it worth 2 million dollars was most probably its location. Located on a high floor with a beautiful view of the New York City skyline made it that pricy I guess. 

I looked down through my unnecessarily large glass pane window and saw the usual hustle and bustle of the New York City streets. People were walking and talking to each other. Others were in their Mercedes talking on the phone while occasionally honking at their neighbor. This has been my life for the past year. It's been calm and relaxing ever since I moved.

Just as I was about to get lost in another meaningless train of thought while mindlessly staring out of my apartment window, my phone started buzzing. When I picked it up, a familiar voice came on. Jason Hemrich, son of a small realty company owner, a stereotypical rich boy, as well as my closest friend in America. 

"Yo Hajime, where are you? Class is gonna start in about 15 minutes you know. You sure you can make it in time?"

As I took in Jason's words, my eyes quickly darted to the clock on the wall and my stomach started to fill with dread. It was 7:45. I was screwed.

"Crap! I'm coming. I'll see you at school!"

I quickly put on my school uniform, grabbed my car keys and rushed out of my apartment to the elevator. I've never been late to school before. My honor student pride wouldn't allow me to. I ran out of the lobby and was met by a torrent of people. I couldn't make it I realized. Not with my Lamborghini, the streets were too full. And not by running either. There was no way I could make it. A dejected feeling of defeat came over me as I begrudgingly headed for my Aventador while sighing. 

Today was going to be a long day.

Hajime Satoru, second heir of the Satoru Clan and an infamous killer in the criminal world has just finished a year of normal high school in the United States. All was going well until he died a pitiful end. Unbeknownst to him, his death was not the end of his hectic life. He was summoned to another world's warring country... as a 16-year-old girl?!

A normal person's go-to reaction in such a moment was to run hastily away lest one get crushed by the falling object. Alas, neither Eevie nor Mona reacted in such a manner. 
Eevie stood where she was without even a twitch of fear on her face as if accepting death by crushing was how she was going to leave this world. 
Mona though acted even more leisurely than Eevie if that was even possible. He curled into himself and used his hind leg to scratch his head. His face scrunched up cutely like this was the most comfortable thing ever. Perhaps one could ascribe the lack of his fear to the fact that he was merely a cat and had no clue what was really happening. 
The female customer remained in a trance seated on the sofa. The poor soul was probably going to perish without knowing what hit her. Perhaps this was why neither Mona nor Eevie was going to escape? They felt sorry for causing the innocent woman's lives so they stayed as a sign of solidarity? Although one suspect that could quite possibly be the truth. 
The falling object came closer and closer. Upon a closer inspection, one could see that the top, bottom and the four walls of the object was semi-transparent. It felt like one was looking through a rectangular box surrounded by all sides with dark blue tinted glass.
The box was the size of a small room, incidentally, by design or by luck, it was the same size as Eevie's office in the sense that the four sides of the box lined up perfectly with the four walls of the office. In other words, it would be a very tight squeeze.
Instead of a loud boom, the box landed with a soft shuffle. Instead of being crushed, Eevie merely phased through the room. When she opened her eyes, the room was how it was, everything was where it should be but there was simply a blue hue in front of everything. It was as if she was looking at everything with a blue-coloured glasses on. 
However, there were notable exceptions. For one, Eevie's own self was her natural human color and Mona maintained his lustrous sheen. It was as if the world was split into two dimensions, the inside, that wasn't coloured in blue and the rest was the outside. 
Another handy way of differentiating between the two was everything inside could still move freely, exemplified by how Mona stretched and bounded out of the blue box, disappearing into God knows where. 
Everything outside seemed frozen in time. The second-hand of the clock on the wall had stopped moving. Even the lady on the sofa seemed more frozen in space. 
Eevie turned towards the other conspicuous feature in the box, a futon of sorts that was next to one of the walls. A thick and fluffy pile of mattress was lying on top of it. It was definitely inside the box based on the eggshell white color of the mattress and the fact it was rising and falling steadily like someone was asleep underneath it.

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[WARNING: Explicit scenes ahead! Make sure that you have a box of kleenex and underwear at your side before proceeding.]

"Ciana!" Lucian hissed in pain as Aisha went down to his neck and bite it harshly before lathing her tongue on the swollen area to ease the pain.

"You had your fair of share several times," Aisha murmured seductively in Lucian's ear, her hot breath tingles his skin as his pants felt painfully tighten at his growing groin. "Not it's my turn. Strip."

Lucian was really turned on, especially by her low, seductive voice, he was beginning to lose control as he wants to take her now but his desire was reduced a little when he heard her last word.

He frowns and pushed Aisha a little so he can look up to her beautiful face. "What did you say?" He was confused. His ears must have been decieving him because he just heard his Ciana told him to strip.

Aisha cocked her head to the side before clicking her tongue in annoyance. "It seems that the explosion damage your hearing, Lucian, I just told you to strip." As she was speaking, she lowers her butt to his hard cöck and grinds her core to his.

It looks like Aisha forgot that she was only wearing her thin lace thong and her upper body was bare for Lucian to see. Seeing her firm and huge breasts bouncing from her grinding, Lucian felt as if he was on cloud nine.

And then Aisha bit her lower lip as her lust filled eyes stares seductively at him.

Somewhere in his brain clicked. Ah, Lucian smirked inwardly. You're playing a dangerous game here, he thought darkly. He propped himself up, not thoroughly sitting but just enough to lift his back, and he had his one arm pressing on the mattress to support his weight.

Aisha arched her brow at him, stopping grinding herself to him to watch what he was about to do.

"If that's what my Queen wants then this humble subordinate will obey her wishes." Lucian had a cunning smirk in his face as his one hand starts unbuttoning his shirt in a slow, torturous manner.

Aisha felt her mouth dry as she watch Lucian's tanned muscular chest peaking in between those few undone buttons.

Just rip it off already!

Aisha wanted to see his sexy body but it was dàmn obvious that this guy wants to tease her by slowly stripping himself from that irritating shirt of his.

She was tempted to push him again and just strip him herself but she resisted her urge because she found out that she's... becoming more wet than she already is because of his obvious teasing.

Only four buttons are left. Aisha could almost see his washboard abs. Her heartbeat quickens as she no longer restrain herself and pushed him into the mattress again. Her mouth claiming his into a passionate deep kiss.

Lucian groans as he kissed her back, his hands roaming into her body, feeling every curves and softness. While Aisha feels his muscular body as she slips off his shirt into his back.

Lucian was touching her like how a man touches his beloved while Aisha was touching him like how a woman fell in love with a man's body.

Aisha let go of his lips but her lips didn't leave his body as she trails wet kisses from his jaw, to his neck, down to his muscular chest. Aisha encircled her tongue around his nipples, mimicking what he did to her a while ago for she has no experience in this.

Lucian groans as his body trembles, his hands went down to grip her butt but Aisha suddenly bit his nipples hard, making him yelp. He looked down to see Aisha shooting him a look of disapproval.

Getting what she means, he let go of her butt reluctantly. Aisha smiles at his obedient attitude before giving his nipples one last lick before her hands went down to pull his pants, all the while rubbing her breasts to his abs.

The clacking sound of his belt resonated around the room paired with their heavy and raspy breathing. Aisha throws his belt to the floor with her ripped nighties and brassiere, and pulls his zipper down. Aisha gripped the hem of his pants together with his boxer, and Lucian lifted his butt to make it easy for her to pull his pants off, he also took off his shirt and throws it together with the rest of their clothes.

Aisha looked down and suddenly blushed at the sight of his endowed pènis.

This... Aisha gulp her saliva in fear. She and Lucian had already shared an intense, intimate moment as this, and she definitely felt and touched his pènis before but why does it look like it looks bigger now?

Is it... even a normal size for a man? 

Sure, his cöck is something that he should be proud of, and with that size, it is beyond impressive. 

But can a woman take this size inside of them?

Can Aisha take it?

She feels like it is more scary to be stabbed by it than to be stabbed by a sharp katana.

It is so big, so huge that it should be illegal.

It seems like Aisha had been staring at it for quite a long time because she suddenly feel his long fingers run through her hair. Lucian grasped her head with his large hand. Aisha looked up to him questioningly before Lucian motion her head into his cöck.

Her eyes widen, he wants her to eat him!?

In a time where Mafia famiglias are reigning the world, where the weak always fall into the hands of the strong, and where love has no place in a world full of bloods. 

Aisha De La Torre, a beauty with her deep violet eyes that can penetrate one's soul. She was said to be the most ruthless female Mafia Boss of all times. With her face of a Goddess, there was a saying where never judge a book by its cover, because beneath that face of hers lies a devil who will spare no mercy and kills you with no hesitation.

With deaths and betrayals as she grew up, Aisha never believe in finding that "one true love" her late Mother was saying.

Love has no place in this world of killing.

***

"What are you daydreaming about?" Aisha look up to see a pair of strikingly deep blue eyes staring right into her violet ones.

"Nothing." Aisha answered as her mind wonders to those people who forsaken her and her famiglia. 

Every single person who takes part of the assasination will perish.

I will return the pain my famiglia had been put through a hundred times more painful, Aisha vowed in her heart.

Aisha felt his hands circling her small waist and through the backless fitted black dress she wore, she can feel the muscular body of the man as she shudders at the warmth of his breath above her ear, "Don't worry, we will give them the revenge they deserve. You just have to wait patiently for the right time." 

Aisha almost gasp when he bit her earlobe and spoke in a cold, sinister manner, "After all, revenge is a dish best served cold."

As we were given free time today, you could see students loitering in the hall even early in the morning. As for me, after sending a letter to Headcrusher about a business deal with Gringotts concerning a certain Basilisk. Since my elves work constantly with animals, they have learned to harvest them perfectly. Knowing that the job will be done perfectly I made them harvest the basilisk and prepare it to be sold.

After passing two hours with the girls in the library and the common room, I have Sunny pop me in the territory. Making my way in the large butcher house, I came in front of an already harvested Basilisk, seem that they have worked on it all night. On the side was cleanly arranged unbreakable glass jars. As the wound has been minimal and the beast immediately is taken away, I didn't lose a single drop of its blood, everything has been suck in those magically expanded jars. At its side, a similar one full of a dark liquid was also present. The venous sacks weren't damaged in the slightest so their full content was now it the jars.

After that, raws upon raws of harvested organs and strip of flesh cut from the entire muscles. The skeleton was the only thing still present outside of any jars along with the different layers of skins perfectly and carefully wrapped. With their sheer number, the elves have been able to make the monster levitate as other peel it of, the result? Full complete and undamaged skins.

The only damaged part was the brain and the superior jaw, that I swiftly correct it. If they want to buy the skeleton to a completely undamaged one will sell better. When the still present elves see me, one of them was sent with a small stack of paper. When I take and look at it, they have repertory the entire harvest. I have twelve imperial gallons of blood (54 liters), two times five galleons of venom (2*22.5 liters), the complete internal organ systems stored, seven times 140 square feet of one of the most spell-resistant skins and the complete skeleton of a 70 feet long 1000 years old Basilisk.

Nodding at them, I made a copy of it and let them store the other. After that, I asked Sunny to pop us in the square. Since I have time before lunch, I wanted to start my own project, my home. It not that I don't like the manor, but it too impersonal. I think that once I had mastered my own magic I will do something about it, surely transform it into an enormous Library or something.

What I have in mind, for now, is a simple two stories house, but it won't be like any other. Since I came from two worlds I will try to take the best of both. I want a modern house, that for sure, along with the commodity of the magical world. So that means no plumbing. I will use runes for that. The water will be drawn by a moisture gathering tank and redirect in the house via runes circles. Same for the draining, the water will be sent in another tank where filter runes will be installed, the cleaned water will be sent back to the first tank while the waste will be deconstructed in molecules and elements that I would be able to collect on regular time. Because of Magic, I can live in an environment clean house, there now wait I will pollute my territory with wastewater and industrial product.

I won't need cleaning tools have I would have an elven rebellion if they learn about them. I will need to hunt for the best mattress to absorb them and being able to create as much as I want. The first thing I do for my new house is to excavate the ground to create a basement.

Putting both hands on the ground, Alex sends his commend in the earth, making a square hole with compacted walls of earth. The hole was made to leave a 5 meters profound, 60 meters long and 20 meters width when the walls would be added. All the rock found in between where layered on the floor before he had the one in his storage. Done, he jumps down and claps his hand on the uneven floor, creating a smooth and unique slab of rock. With more of them, he soon recovers the four other walls.

With walls made, the previous shelves present in his storages appears. With five alleys four wide, he put two metallics with stone pillars shelves one-meter profound in each side of them. What was stored in them was the supplies thing he had in the storage since the start. With six hundred meters cube of space, he could easily empty the section inside. Going to the next one, he empties the different ores he had, followed by the rocks ones. In all, he keeps with him his library and is an edible part of his supplies. In the three-fifth free part of the basement, he made appear all the possessions of Dumbledore for the elves to go through, strips enchantments, and charms and separated to organize them.

With his storage finally empty of all the junks, the elves would be going through everything and store them better. Using some more rocks, he made a stone stair before a stone roof was made, supported by the stones pillar of the shelves. Taking a moment to link the three empty storage space in one, he then made a little cabin to go in the basement, keeping the opening.

While he had tons of wood, he wanted a stone-based house, so he would have to wait for a little before starting to build it but he wanted to inscribe the runes at the same time, thus avoiding to need to demolish and re-construct if need.

"Sunny, let get going, I still have time before lunch, I want to start going through the think in the room of requirement."
"Yes, master." The elf pops them in front of the tapestry on the seven floors.
Thinking at a room with all the lost money, gems, broken pieces of furniture and weapons, passing back and fro three times, a wooden door with an iron frame appears, letting both of us enter. What appears in front of use was a mount of golden Galleon rising to the knees, overshadowed by shining sliver Sickle and horizon of bronze Knut. The amount of lost money over the last thousand years is enormous. On its left side was towering piles of broken wood, threatening to fall any seconds. In the right, glittering gems of all sizes and colors before shining and rusted iron and steel armors and weapons at the back. As I only asked for broken things, there is a possibility that there is some left, but that would be for later.
Directly going to the piles of broken types of furniture, I take out a wooden plank cover in sturdy lather and with a clip sheet of paper. A ball pen liked with a leather strap was in its indentation. Giving it to Sunny, I put my hand on the tower of wood and close my eyes before it changes in shape, turning in one-meter cubes stacking on each other. As all of the broken pieces of furniture are already separated by their wood, all I need to do was to go for each different stacks. Behind me Sunny was counting the numbers of woodblock for future archives, yes I'm the type of guy who likes his thing organized and accounted for, bites me.
For the next half hours, he turns stacks of broken pieces of furniture in wooden cubes. Before Sunny could count the last stack, Alex takes some block to the side, creating crates of the same size with a grid of 23*23, 34*34, and 46*46 inside. each of those three would be used to store Galleon, Sickle, and Knut with a capacity of 129,605.00G, 375,700.00S, and 1,036,840.00K each. Unsure of how much he would need for them, he made ten of each first. Taking them in his storage, he near the stack of coins, take the crates out and store the coins. Once the Galleon stored, he would be able to arrange them as he would so it was neat piles of Galleon that enter each slot until they were full.

Once the first was full he uses another and repeats until all the Galleons where stored. Of them, he gains four full crates and a smattering of left Galleon. The same thing happens with the Sickle for eight full crates and finally the Knut. For them, he needs to turn the left crates for Sickle and Galleon in Knut ones them all, ending with eighteen full crates and piles left in his storage for the threes types coins.

Using the same idea, he turns blocks in empty crates and separates the gems in size and further by colors. Done, he turns to the last hurdle, the broken metallic pieces. This was was rather rapid as everything was either human iron, steel, silver, and gold or goblin steel. The jewels encrusted in pommel where extract and stored in yet another crate.

In the end, all that was left in the room was 4 crates of Galleon, 8 crates of Sickle, 18 crates of Knut. 1 crate for 5 different sized gems, 1 crate for jewels, 15 blocks of iron, 8 of steel, 2 of silver and 0.5 of a block of gold, the final 1.5 blocks of goblin steel completing it. As for the woodblocks, he gains 658 of oak, 256 birches, 68 of acacia, 3 of rosewood, and 0.75 blocks of sandalwood. Everything was sent in his storage when it has been accounted for and noted by Sunny.

When power far above you decide that they want to wrench the canon, by bringing you in the game, sometimes the wisest thing to do it just to tag along and just try to make this encounter end the most rapidly possible.

who knows, maybe something great will come out of it? After all, what could be worst than being taken out without your consent out of your world, only to be thrown in the darkness?

Notification: ..]

 "Ehm, by the way System, before you gave me a mission ... I'm curious with what my body shape look alike now, besides the size of course, honestly I feel there is nothing strange at all" Tony asked curiously while trying diverting the conversation.

[Beep]
[Host, Please Focused on Race Panel] replied the system as if it was lazy to explain.

'Ugh' Tony closed his eyes again.
then Tony tried to focus his gaze towards the panel [Race: Insect - Human]
suddenly appeared in front of Tony's 3D view, it looks like a dark gray ant-like figure only has two hands and is able to stand upright on two legs like humans, the ant's face has large eyes like a cartoon mascot character.


"System? Are you serious? It's me? You're not kidding right?" Tony asked, furrowing his eyebrows,  of course now he don't have it.
looks a pair of antennas in his head down as if by replacing the function of the eyebrows.

[Notification: ..]
the system sends an empty message as if it does not know what to say to this little insect


[Notification: Mission # 1 (Act 1) started] >> [Mission: first please kill 5 insect categorize on nearby areas] [target killed 0/5]
[Reward: + 10Exp / target & Random Mystery Box]

* sigh *

'I'm ignored, wait 5 insects? isn't that too much for me? ' Tony thought worriedly as he looked at the panel that showed his level at perfect 0m

not knowing what to say Tony opened his eyes and decided to go and do the mission.

...

In the vast white grassland,  which is actualy Antony the sheet bed, a strange looking  ant was seen walking by two legs , that's right that ant was Tony
.
"I've walked for almost more than tens minutes, but why haven't I found a single target," said Tony nervously

'I hope I didn't meet a horrible insect on the bed, oh right ... on the show last night they explained about the types of insects that live with humans, uh ... insects on the mattress ... on the bed ah there really is something like fleas, that's look like easy target hahaha 'Tony watched remembering the program that talked about insects last night.

'Wait a minute, I'm now the size of an insect, I guess you think how big the tick will be compared to me now' 
he thought as he suddenly stopped walking, imagining a tick the size of a car .. Tony shuddered.

* crackle * * crackle *
the sound of something moving around Tony, with fear he turned his head to see see around trying to find where the sound came from.

* crackle *
the sound was heard again .. but closer as if coming from under Tony's feet.
Tony then bowed his head slowly trying to see what was under his feet
* crackle *
 "kiiik" 
there can be seen a 'big' insect suddenly coming out of from the white grass.

"Gaaah !!" with reflexes Tony jumping backwards, from distance away he try saw the 'big' insect look alike...
 the insect did look to 'big' just in the size of a frog when compared to the body size of tony now
 which is certainly really small, the insect was white gray with six legs etc. short tendrils are like tentacles, there are no visible signs of eyes or mouth, which is certainly strange, even so the insect shape  indeed look like a frog.


Suddenly, Tony started to approached the 'frog ... then, he raised his right foot towards the' frog
* Piak * * Piak * * Piak * 
his Foot Trampled the frog for many times

"You scared me damn frog, what if I have a heart attack !!" 
Tony shouted in his heart while continuing to step on it.

Suddenly a voice notification came from the system.

[beep]
[Congratulation Host for first time Killing]
[+ 5exp] [added bonus + 10exp]
[Level Up]
[Information about Insect Sarcoptes Scabiei now added to library]

[feature (library) is now unlocked]

[Scabiei: At: 2-6, Def: 0] [Skill: Dig]

[Killed target: 1/5]


"Huh?" Regardless of sudden notifications, a surprised voice came out of Tony's mouth after seeing the latest information.

Antony (25) often called Tony by his friend.
Just work as normal employe on small company.

He always thinking that his life will never exceed ordinary.

But.. some night in his sleep , strange voice can be heard on his head.



[beep]

[Host confirmed , initial program]


[5% .. 8% .. 17% .. 30%.. 68%.. 87%.. 99% ..]
[Host ID registered]
[ Begin scanning , Program "Last Hope" activated ]
[Congratulation !]
[Insect World System installation successfull]

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In the morning

"Huh ? What is this ? Where am i ?  
Wait , this place seem familiar.. isn't this my room ?  Why everything become big ?"



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Note :
This fanfic is English translated version from my original work : As Insect i'll work hardest (indonesian)
you can find it on Novel section.

 and there some good news..

 some chapter with short word from previous work will written litle longer on this version, because the language and grammar is bit diferent.

Thank you~

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Duration in the kitchen... "Yuck! I hate Brussel sprouts," Ms. Dionne. Alvin and Brittany's adopt human colossal childish son Dave Seville won't eat it. "They are good for your health and keep stronger," Colossal Dave. "Oh. I eat that. I want to drink some milk please?" He sat down on the gigantic leather red and tan footstool near the table counterpart recently. "Okay. I will pour your gigantic glass can now. Aha! You can drink it slowly?" "Yeah. No problem," Ms. Dionne. Alvin and Brittany's adopted human colossal childish son Dave Seville obeyed his new normal-size babysitter still standing on the flooring black and white checkered tile carpet near the table counterpart. 
After lunch... "Ouch! I hate a needle syringe." He sat down on his gigantic brown bed mattress in the chipmunks' room. "Sorry about that. Your adopted dad chipmunk Alvin told me to taking your medication anti heart attack can help you stop pain your chest pain. Sighs. You need to nap now," Colossal Dave. She finished to injection his medication anti heart attack on Alvin and Brittany's adopted human colossal childish son Dave's right arm recently. "Of course! I take my black sneakers off then I am ready to nap now," Ms. Dionne. He replied to her recently. To be continued...

Alvin and his beloved wife Chipette Brittany Seville found a human orphan baby Dave abandoned in a brown crib basket on the doorstep at Seville house, but there is a serious problem with a human orphan baby Dave is growth into a colossal childish man. They learned about his gigantism condition and huge problem size.

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