The next investigation target is a good one.
Bathed in campfire light, countless dead ants lie scattered.
But…
“I can’t forgive you for fooling around with a woman! I can’t forgive it! I caaaan’t forgive it!!”
A forest at night. Monsters that devour people run rampant. Survival instincts must surely be stimulated, allowing for the most wonderful sex.
“Hey, man?! Switch positions with meeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Damn itttttttttttttttt.
As expected, in this otherworld too, it’s impossible to possess someone who’s already alive with a soul.
“I can’t possess them.”
Wait!
I forgot to check if the woman could see me.
So dangerous, so dangerous.
Seeing a woman after so long. My reason flew out the window.
“Hahaha.”
Alright, alright ♪
The woman can’t see me either.
Her senses might be… numbed by the corpses of surrounding ants.
If I’m going to do this, I need to confirm it quickly ♪
You know, insects’ hearts keep beating normally for a few minutes even after their heads are severed.
Now then, which bodies are still moving~ ♪
Into the headless ant bodies~~, possession~ ♪
“…”
Man~♪ You just die~~♪☆
“Hahahaha.”
“Good, good, it’s nice ♥ More… Kyaaaaaah?!!”
“Hey, what are you… Guh?! B-Impossible.”
“Kyahhh. Sislaaa. No! Don’t come here!? Why are you dead? You don’t have a head, how???”
Fufufu, that’s because, young lady ♪
It’s because my Astral Body is only protruding its head from the body~ ♪
Well, even if it had a head. Ants don’t have vocal cords, do they?
You probably can’t understand my voice~ ♪
“Kyahhh. Help me, Sisla!? Anyoneeee”
“…”
Sorry, Sisla, the man who pierced your heart and stomach with two hands and feet from behind and killed you~ ♪ You’re already a corpse~ ♪ Moreover, one of the people around here committed suicide, so there’s no one to come for help anymore~ ♪
And, there’s no time to spare, as I don’t know how long this ant’s heart will continue beating.
So, you’ll be raped by me obediently~~ ♪
“Noooooooo!”
The woman, who saw my genitalia emerging from beneath her tail, screamed and thrashed more.
But it’s useless.
She’s lost her composure in fear. This body has two more limbs than hers.
It’s now i-m-p-o-s-s-i-b-l-e for the woman to escape from me ♪♪
Sisla’s semen is serving as a lubricant.
This is the first time I’ve seen an ant’s reproductive organ. It has quite something, doesn’t it?
Perhaps a Harem of monsters might be possible.
*Thump!*
“Gah!!”
*Thump! Thump!*
“Ah♥ Stop, it hurts, n♥”
Is it thanks to the lingering feeling with Sisla ♪? Or does she actually like being raped ♪?
The woman stopped offering any real resistance.
And began to moan with the ant’s reproductive organ.
Ah, my first time inside a vagina in so long~ ♪
The ant’s body is enjoying it too~ ♪
Ah, but time is running out~…
Why does enjoyable time never consider my circumstances even a little?
I sensed the ant’s heart stopping.
“…, …, …”
Like a machine with a faulty circuit.
The ant’s body became unresponsive to my control.
Tch. If only I had one more minute. I could have ejaculated inside the woman.
And with ant’s semen or eggs ♪
If I leave the woman as she is, it might rob me of the enjoyment of possessing a fresh monster corpse (one with a beating heart) later.
I’m sorry. Honestly, after planting my seed, I intended to injure her tendons to prevent her from moving so I could observe whether she could truly get pregnant and give birth to a monster offspring.
I’m truly sorry.
My apology won’t reach her, but the fact that I apologized will remain within me.
Well then, goodbye.
“…, …, …”
“Huh? N-No.”
*GUSH!*
I pierced the woman’s neck and chest area with the ant’s four limbs. She had also lost control of her bladder.
Yeah, she’s dead.
If it were instant death, I wouldn’t have had to scare her.
Her body was just so stiff. I had no choice but to swing my limbs down from an arched position.
Next time I’m reborn.
I pray for a more peaceful life in a town.
Ideally, I’d be happy if she kept her virgin hymen for me ♪
As for appearance, well, I don’t mind.
Ah, in this otherworld too, souls are still unresponsive to me.
I don’t know about earthbound spirits, though.
If I meet one, I’ll ask for their cooperation in my investigation ♪
Oh, are there Undead here too?
It’s too early and scary to go to densely populated areas.
Even though it’s a corpse.
A headless ant raping a woman.
This is a feast for my eyes.
For a while, until some other monster tears her apart.
Observing whether the corpse becomes an Undead is also an option.
Undead.
Walking corpses.
Astral bodies visible to the naked eye.
So-called ghosts?
Length: The size of the corpse.
Weight: Varies with the size of the corpse. Probably a few kilograms lighter than when alive.
Characteristics: Smell. If you smell rot, know that it’s nearby.
If it’s a ghost, you’ll feel the surrounding temperature drop.
Salt for purification is said to be effective, but this is a ghost in another world.
If you can use magic or supernatural powers, you should be ready to strike immediately.
“It’s not moving.”
How long has it been since the campfire went out?
Only a ball of fur appeared to observe, but no other ants approached.
Ah, the large stink bug that the first investigation target took down hasn’t come either.
Is the stink bug a rare monster?
I know I shouldn’t compare it to Earth’s, but
I think having a standard for comparison is essential.
Absolutely.
Ignorance takes you further from your goal.
“Hmm.”
Morning has arrived.
Still, three headless ants.
The man and woman I killed.
They show no sign of movement, nor are any Astral bodies other than mine possessing them.
“Small insects are attaching themselves to the woman’s corpse.”
Ah, they’re burrowing into her vaginal opening.
As expected, a woman’s hole.
Even small insects are captivated. What a sinful creation by God.
Ah, I want to let my lewd delusions expand inside a hole too…
Things I could possess are trees, stones, and the belongings of the man and woman.
For a hole, inorganic objects halve my excitement.
“…Conditions for becoming Undead. Conditions.”
What were they?
… Ah! I see, I see!
It was the number of corpses and the atmosphere.
Undead are not born unless it’s a place like a graveyard or a burial ground ♪
It’s a common story that Undead don’t reproduce.
In amusement parks, the statistics for the suspension bridge effect are consistently the lowest year after year.
I’d carelessly forgotten ♪
“Now that I know Undead won’t be born here. I’ll go search for the next investigation target.”
I’m moving to the opposite side of where night is falling.
Ideally, this time I hope a woman is acting alone ♪
If it’s a woman, a party of two or three is fine too ♪
“Let’s, investigate~~ ♪♪”
