Chapter 8: We Have Monster Hunter At Home. The Monster Hunter At Home:

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: We Have Monster Hunter At Home. The Monster Hunter At Home:

'Back is itchy. My back is itchy.'

The ability to know someone's desires.

Rhys wasn't a fool, he knows that in the hands of a more intelligent person, this kind of ability would be one of the most overpowered skills to have. But why, why would the heavens give someone who lived a life of solitude like Rhys this kind of ability?

But then again, no matter how intelligent one is; a plan usually shatters in the face of overwhelming strength—and that is exactly what the arachne means for Rhys right now.

He wanted to try and see what would happen if he filled up the 5 hearts and turned them all red. He got lucky earlier when the arachne's neck was itching because he was lifted in the air.

But now, her back is itching. Her legs were still tapping from Rhys's... magic touch, and as she was even backing away, it gave Rhys ample time and space to think everything through.

Should he just run away? No, that was absolutely not an option.

So, what was Rhys even supposed to do... climb on her? Or at this point, it. But how exactly was he going to do that, and while his... thing was fully standing for some reason.

He had to climb on the arachne's spider parts. And now that his eyes were fully adjusted to the dim lights of the cave, Rhys could clearly see the little strands of... something sticking out of her spear-like legs—almost like a clear contrast of her human part's flawless skin.

"Ha..."

And very soon, as Rhys wasted his time overthinking again, the arachne seemed to have recovered from its... brief ecstasy. Her eyes, sharp eyebrows, immediately furrowing as she looked at Rhys with slight annoyance.

"..." Was she annoyed that Rhys stopped scratching her, or was she annoyed that her food was playing with her?

"Human, you—"

"!!!" And as soon as the arachne's sharp legs once again approached Rhys, he finally decided to close his mind off of anything else and just do it.

Although Rhys no longer wanted to die because of his newfound abilities, he was still ready for death. After all, if he couldn't survive here, how would he expect to survive out there?

And then, all of a sudden, the arachne's legs just lost their strength—causing a slight rumble to reverberate in the air as her spider body dropped to the ground.

It wasn't only her legs that lost strength, however, as her human body also dropped to the ground, leaving no choice but for Rhys to fall and roll on the ground as she did so.

"Ha..."

The arachne's breaths whispered in the air as she tried to lift herself up with her hands. The cobwebs on the ground, sticking to her bosoms and stretching out like white, and slightly wet strings—some of it, hanging from her now bulging pink teats.

"..." Rhys then very carefully backed away as they looked each other in the eyes; he raised one of his palms and faced it toward the arachne, showing that he was completely harmless... which he is.

The arachne looked at his hand, before turning back to look Rhys in the eyes. And then, very slowly, another smile crawled on the arachne's face.

"As... expected of Eros's descendant," she then said, "Always a welcome face amidst all the violence."

"..." Is it just him, or is this arachne getting more and more fluent with her words?

"So..." And then, very slowly, the arachne raised one of her hands; her fingers, trailing on her belly as it crawled its way up to her bosoms. And then, with a raised eyebrow, the arachne very gently caressed her breast, before lifting one of it up and looking at Rhys.

"...What else are you going to show me?"

"Wh—"

'Lick it.'

"..." Rhys could really only bat his eyes a couple of times as another voice entered his head. Did... he hear that right?

'Lick my teat.'

"...Oh."

Yes, he heard that right.