Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 137 Ooh Laa Laa

"Wait…"

One could really imagine what one of Arachnea's lairs would look like — a lot of webs, caves, and grim darkness. They would be right; one out of three, that is.

There are a lot of webs, a lot. But Rhys wasn't in a cave at all, it wasn't even dark. The webs did not even look grim, everything just seemed immaculate, white, and perfectly arranged like a room, a hotel room, even. Arachnea even weaved a curtain — no, she weaved everything that Rhys was seeing in less than a few hours…

…even the cuffs that were binding his limbs to the bed.

"Wait…?"

Arachnea's voice was incredibly coquettish, even more so than before; the sound of her sharp legs tapping the floor, somewhat rhythmic as she very slowly approached the bound Rhys,

"But you seemed so eager to be in my arms just earlier — even leaping at me and telling me to take you to the Underworld."

"To have some answers," Rhys breathed out as he raised his head to look at Arachnea, "You told me to come with you if I wanted answers."

"I told you to come inside me if you want answers."

"Hm," Rhys could really only drop his head and start nodding to himself as he heard Arachnea's words, "...Right."

"Why would you even want answers, Descendant of Eros?" Arachnea crawled near Rhys, before suddenly pulling down a thread from the ceiling, almost instantly lifting up the bed from the floor as it stood diagonally; making his eye level equal with Arachnea, who looked him straight in the eyes,

"You humans are happy and living because you do not know the truth — once you do know, everything you have ever known will change. Why would you want that?"

"Because I want to know why everything that happened to me, happened to me," Rhys returned Arachnea's glare.

"Bruised, beaten… humiliated to the entire world?" Arachnea raised an eyebrow,

"For someone who has suffered so little, you seem a little too intense, Descendant of Eros."

"Here to tell me that some people suffered more?"

"No — some have, but no," Arachnea let out a small chuckle as she brushed her finger on Rhys's face, "I am not here to tell you anything — I'm here to eat you."

"...What's stopping you?" Rhys glanced at the thread locking his only hand.

"I don't know yet," Arachnea subconsciously glanced between Rhys's thighs, "Perhaps the fact that you are the only descendant of Eros, ever to be seen since the Seeding?"

"Seeding…?"

"Yes, the Seeding — that is what we call the impregnation of your species. Do you truly want to know?"

And as Rhys saw another smirk starting to crawl on Arachnea's face, he could not help but think that Arachnea was just teasing him now. She had all the information he wanted; but then again, she was also right.

What actually changes if he knows the truth? Why was he even searching for it?

…No — he already knew the answer to that.

Meaning.

He wanted to know if what he would do from this point on actually has any meaning in the grander scheme of things. After all; what if, after everything he has done, after all the lives that have been lost and will be lost, it came to be that everything was just… an illusion, a play. The gods, just controlling them like marionettes hanging on a string that would never break.

"Very well, you truly seem curious," Arachnea then let out a small chuckle as her legs all quickly backed away, almost instantly moving Arachnea meters away from Rhys. And with the confident smirk still painted on her face, she started moving her hands gracefully; weaving the threads that were coming out of their tips.

And soon, Rhys watched as the shape Arachnea weaved started to move — a silhouette of a man, men.

"More than a thousand years ago now, the beasts; the monsters from the Underworld started emerging to the Surface by digging the hole that your kind beautifully named as… Hole. But have you ever wondered what that is?" Arachne flicked her finger, and as she did so, one of the men she weaved raised its hand — carrying what seemed like the shape of a thunderbolt in its hand.

"...Zeus," Rhys whispered as he squinted his eyes.

"How very perceptive of you, hm?" Arachnea let out a small giggle as she glanced at Rhys, "Zeus. He waged a war against the inhabitants of the Underworld; causing all the beasts to find shelter, and you can pretty much guess where they were able to find it."

"The Surface," Rhys looked down.

"The Surface, yes," Arachnea breathed out, "But do you want to know something funny, Descendant of Eros?"

"Hm," Rhys did not really answer and only very slightly nodded his head.

"The existence of your kind, the Surface, the people… they were not really known by the gods. They only came to know of your existence the very same time you have known of them."

"What about the histories of Herakles? Achilles?" Rhys squinted his eyes, "They were alive more than a thousand years ago."

"...Have you ever truly wondered if the history you have read is actually yours, Descendant of Eros?"

"What… do you mean?"

"No," Arachnea clapped her hands together, causing all the threads from her fingers to snap and remove the figures of Zeus and the other Olympians away, "The time for answers is over."

"W—" And before Rhys could finish his words, the threads binding his limbs suddenly loosened and latched away.

Of course, Rhys did not even lose balance and landed on his feet; the only problem with this is that Arachnea was now suddenly only a few inches away from him; her… lower human body that was slightly protruding from her spider body, revealing a part of her inner thighs, as well as, of course, her human vagina… which was already teeming wet; her juices, already trailing down her spider body and dampening the ground.

"So…?" Arachnea then slightly lowered herself so that Rhys would be able to reach her. And very slowly, her hand brushed across her belly, before crawling toward her pussy and gently pulling her lower lips apart — the strings forming between them, bountiful and unashamed.

"Am I going to eat you…

…or are you going to eat me?"

***

"Here, in here!"

"Ssh, lower the sound of your balls!"

"Can the two of you be silent!?"

Somewhere in the Underworld, a Forest region; somewhat close to where the testing area of the Mankappan city mall was, Lina, Ayesha, and Katarina were currently trying their best to stay within the shadows. Their eyes, reflecting an area completely covered in nothing but web and soot—no.

Perhaps it was better to say that it was some sort of mansion made of web, using the large trees around it as foundation.

Well, Katarina and Lina were trying their best to stay within the shadows, but Katarina did it so expertly that one would not even see her until she moves while you focused on her.

"You're also shouting," Lina whispered loudly as she glared at Katarina, who was wearing a mask to cover the lower part of her face,

"Because you also keep on shouting!"

The three have been endlessly tracking where Arachne went to take Rhys. But sadly for them, each time they thought they were near, their traces just suddenly continued on to an even longer walk.

But after doing that for several hours, they finally found where Arachnea brought Rhys.

"What's the plan here?"

"There is no plan," Ayesha scoffed as she looked at the house made of webs, which was suspiciously trembling along with the trees that they were attached to, "Something is already going on there."

"Then let's just go." And without even a second after saying those words, Katarina quickly but very quietly rushed toward the house made of web. But before the two could even get near Arachnea's lair, all of their steps halted as the trembling of the house abruptly stopped.

"Stay alert!" And although Ayesha was the one to mention not having a plan, she still tapped both Lina and Katarina; gesturing to them each hide behind different trees; waiting for something else to happen before they continued to enter inside.

But after a few quiet seconds of nothing, the three nodded to each other as they once again started quietly moving toward the house. Once again, however, they could not help but just hold their breaths as something suddenly stepped out of the house — well, someone.

Rhys's sighs as he walked out were completely audible to everyone within a hundred-meter radius — he almost seemed tired even though he had the ability to recover his stamina almost endlessly.

The three soon snapped out of their stupor from seeing the person they were supposed to be here to save casually stepping outside. The three were about to rush toward him, but once again, their steps halted…

…as they saw a naked woman following him from behind.