“Gaah!” Pandora lets out an irritated sound as I move around her, staring at her plump body with my eggs. I lovingly stroke her belly; it’s been about three days since I placed my eggs inside her.

“Stay calm, they’ll hatch soon… very soon.” I touch her with great care. My eggs are fragile; any impact could break them, so we shouldn’t move them around too much.

“Now, I think it’s time for you to eat.” I pull from the webs the corpse of a monster I hunted weeks ago. I’ll start using my stock to feed her. I begin breaking the body apart, using the flesh and blood to make a sort of soup for her to drink.

“Please swallow it all, okay? Or I’ll have to shove things into your mouth that you really won’t like.” Using a bowl made of webbing, I start pouring the liquid into her open mouth.

I hear the sound of her swallowing. Her gaze is wild, though I see the discomfort, the fear, and the reflexive twitches of her body trying to reject it.

“Do you feel fear? Fear of living like this until I kill you? Your body is quite ingenious. Most, if in your situation, wouldn’t be afraid. But fear is important; it ensures our survival in this dangerous environment.” I finish pouring the bowl’s contents and start filling it again.

“You know, this is the first time I’ve had someone living here with me. The other times I had hatchlings, they all ended up dying. And the time before last, most died, and the others ran off to wander the Abyss when I got caught up in a fight while hunting food for them…”

“Every time it was a problem with lack of food. I have terrible luck. My breeding season always falls near the time when Echidna’s servants decide to hunt monsters, so I always end up short on food. Finding you was very important.”

“Finally, my babies should survive, almost all of them, using your milk. That’s why you need to eat well. You need to keep producing milk. Because if your milk runs out… we’ll devour you. After all, if I just needed a warm place, I’d use my own body and webbing.”

“So your womb is just an extra. What I want from you is food. So, try hard to never stop producing milk, understand?” I speak to her, making her position clear.

“But don’t worry. I’m… relatively rational. You’re the best food source I’ve ever found. As long as you have milk, I’ll never kill you! It could be 10, 100, 1000 years, or even more!”

“As long as you have milk, you’ll be safe with me. And even if you stop producing milk, I’ll still give you 1 to 2 years to start producing again before I really consider the option of killing you.” I check the bindings.

‘Still tightly secured… but clearly moved… She’s trying to get out at all costs…’

“You won’t be able to get out of there so easily just using brute force.” This web wasn’t made to be removed with strength, but with calculated skills and very unusual methods. She’ll never figure out the weak point of the strands.

“So focus on eating.” I shove another bowl into her mouth, pouring the liquid for her to drink. She doesn’t have much choice, so she just swallows it all, and I repeat the process until I think it’s enough.

“…” I lick her lips, cleaning off the drops of blood from the food. I notice her mana is recovering quickly.

“I’m going to poison you a little. It won’t kill you, just keep you incapable of using magic like you’ve been trying to do, and leave you kinda… dazed.” I pull her tongue out while placing mine in her mouth to force her to swallow a more controlled dose of the poison.

“…” She struggles a bit, but I release the poison into her mouth—a slightly purple and whitish liquid. When she drinks it, her gaze grows more clouded. If I bit her, the poison dose wouldn’t be as controlled, so this is better.

“…” She stops moving so much and grows calmer, showing she’s slightly sedated. Not enough to faint, but enough to cloud her mind completely and incapacitate her.

‘I should adjust the dose for every 36 hours; that’s when it loses effect due to her recovery…’ I move around her again, being careful and looking over her body to see if there are any problems.

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I look around. My vision is blurry and a complete, colorful mess, while I feel exhausted. My muscles are “limp,” and my body’s functions have slowed down a lot, similar to a state of extreme muscle relaxation.

‘This poison… is so strong…’ My vision is wavering, and the messy colors I see in front of me remind me of something like an illusion or hallucinogenic effect that makes me dizzy.

And with my muscles so relaxed, my resistance is greatly reduced. Besides, I think the fact that my adaptation is having trouble kicking in is due to the difference in stimuli.

I realized this when I went to space. My adaptation took time to make adjustments. And now, I have to adapt to a poison from a being far above my level. That means her poison is too complex for my organism to quickly find a solution.

Apart from the danger factor, her poison isn’t actually dangerous. It just relaxes my muscles, immobilizes me, makes me dizzy, and leaves me slightly hallucinating. Nothing more, so it’s not a high risk.

‘How many days has it been… since I was poisoned?’ I don’t remember. The poison messes with my sense of time. But I feel the eggs moving inside my womb, so a good number of days must have passed.

‘What was the last thing I ate?’ I don’t remember exactly. In my vision, it was just a colorful mess. And disgustingly, I’m learning to just accept it.

I am a monster. At the most basic level, I can say I’m like an animal. And if an animal is fed, well cared for, and receives affection, it stops resisting.

This bitch spider doesn’t hit or hurt me. She just feeds me, talks to me, and strokes my belly. Without any hostility, her behavior is seen as something “good” by my body, further destroying my sense of resistance.

‘Where are they? Why isn’t the monster Pandora responding?’ She’s the one who handles the body’s monster instincts. She should be preventing my body from starting to accept this treatment.

‘What’s happening inside?’ I can’t enter. I’ve been barred from going to the sea of consciousness, and no one answers me from inside there—not even Yandere Pandora, though I’ve heard Violet’s voice a few times. But she alone can’t do anything for now.

“Feeding time, Pandora. Be good and stay quiet… Also, I’m increasing the poison dose, alright? It’s been two months we’ve been together, and the poison seems to have weakened in your system. Expected, considering you’ve received poison continuously.” She speaks to me while I stare ahead.

But the mess of hallucinogenic colors doesn’t let me really understand what I’m seeing.

“But I’ll give you a present. You’ve been quite docile these past few weeks, so I’ll reduce the hallucinogenic poison while increasing the paralytic one, so your muscles get weaker.” She always does this—warns me she’s going to poison me.

‘Bitch… stop warning me…’ The warning is a trigger. It makes my body perceive “It’s not dangerous,” “It’s not a surprise,” “It’s not a risk,” and that’s what most prevents me from resisting. By reflex, I stick my tongue out as she places the bowl in my mouth, feeding me bowl after bowl.

“You eat quite a bit. My food stock is at 40%. Soon I’ll have to go out to hunt food for you. I hope you behave well while I’m away.” She speaks while stroking my face.

With this fake affection, she doesn’t care. She’s just a beast treating me well because she needs me to feel good to keep producing quality milk. It’s the same thing they do with cows; they need to be calm and well cared for to be of quality.

‘…’ I feel mentally unstable without the other three Pandoras working. I never realized how much I depended on them. Now that they’re gone, my mind has become more simplistic and fragile.

“Do you like it? It’s good, right?” she says while tenderly stroking my belly, touching her forehead to mine.

‘Stop! Stop doing resource maintenance on me!’ I feel so humiliated. I never thought I’d fall so low in my life, to be seen as a fragile resource that needs continuous care.

It generates a brief moment of discord within me, where I think maybe I shouldn’t have come to the Abyss if I was going to fall to the bottom of the food chain. At least on the planet, as a Demon King, I was at the top… but the regret soon fades.

Because I came here to become stronger. I need this power to kill Elysia, to ensure my absolute safety, and to make my mother proud. So I can only endure the disgust and bitter feeling of being so weak that I’m like a toy.

“Now, Pandora, be obedient and drink it all carefully.” The spider girl pulls my tongue out and puts her mouth on mine, shoving her tongue inside my mouth. Soon I feel a bitter, viscous liquid being placed in my mouth, and I’m forced to swallow.

My body doesn’t even try to resist. Even though I know it’s poison, this stupid ritual of always warning me before poisoning me destroys the sense of danger. And the repetition makes my brain associate it with just discomfort, but nothing lethal.

“Haa… haa… haaa…” I breathe heavily. I can’t find any way to resist this. If I could use magic normally, I could resist. But I can’t use it, and her poison affects my mana pathways, so I’m not even able to use non-mana skills anymore.

“Hmm, your breasts have grown a bit. They look so appetizing.” She holds my breasts, which are somewhat sore. She only takes the excess milk every few days, so they’ve started to hurt when full, and it makes me feel pleasure when she finally takes it.

“That’s good. Your body is learning its function here! Produce milk! More milk! The more milk you have, the better I’ll treat you.” She rubs her face against mine affectionately while squeezing my breasts, the milk falling into that web bowl.

The feeling of relief sends dopamine to my brain. I feel I’m being contaminated with a forced animalistic submission. I always thought the one who would do something like this to me would be Grimm, not some random Abyss monster.

“Soon I’ll manage to make a better gag for you. It’ll allow you to talk and partially close your mouth, but not enough for you to bite. Perfect, right?” She speaks as if it’s something exciting.

I try to open my status. At least I can still do that. And I see my levels are increasing slowly. My adaptation seems to have chosen the longest path, which is to slowly increase my levels until I can resist the poison on my own.

‘Why so slow… How many years until this reaches 6 to 10 million so I can escape?’ I feel exhausted, and seeing the numbers rise so slowly only makes me more hopeless about this method.

“Hey!” She snaps her fingers in front of my face, making me look at her.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been staring at nothing lately… Are you… looking at the system? Want to escape? I won’t make it that easy. I’m even changing the poison’s composition just to keep you here.” She runs her hand over her own tongue and places it on my tongue.

I taste an addictive, sweet flavor. It’s not too sweet, nor too watery. It’s the perfect level of sweetness for my hypersensitive senses. All my focus goes to the taste.

“Like it? Good. Know that this will be the new poison I give you starting tomorrow. A sweet, tasty poison for my good little girl who carries my eggs. So just relax. Don’t look at the system anymore. It doesn’t matter, right?” she says while leaning closer to me, her breasts touching my face as she strokes my breasts.

‘Damn… I’ve met someone better than me at emotional manipulation…’ Her “treatment” method is so… sweet… so gentle… so unique. Unlike my crude method of hurting and then giving love, she only gives love from the start, and I’m falling for it.

My instincts, which always saved me, are now the cause of my defeat. I’ve never hated being a “female” so much before. If I weren’t a girl, none of this would be happening.

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