Chapter 125: Swelling, Roaring, and the Chaotic Child's Dance

"Spider Clones!" Following Orihime’s sharp cry, ten giant spiders, each the size of an African elephant, materialized out of thin air and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Name: Spider Demon Beast
Race: Jorōgumo
Attributes: Strength 25, Agility 25, Constitution 25, Intelligence 25, Spirit 25, Charisma 9
Loyalty: 100
Status: Hunting (Hiss~ Hiss! Hiss-hiss-hiss...)
Innate Skill: "Silk Spinning" (No Level). Generates one cubic meter of spider silk within the beast’s body every hour. The tensile strength of the silk exceeds that of fiberglass. Uses include web-building, hunting, binding people, traps, shibari, etc.—the choice is yours.
Innate Skill: "Blade Limbs" (No Level). The front segments of the beast’s limbs can easily tear through human flesh. As the base attributes increase, the durability of items these blades can destroy also increases.

"Let’s test the waters first."

The ten giant spiders vanished into the forest with an agility that belied their massive size. They were off to probe Xia Ya’s strength.

"In that case, I shall summon some companions to scout as well," Hiiragi said, taking a deep breath. Her petite frame began to swell as if being inflated.

Hao Ren, watching from a distance, felt his jaw hit the floor.

This... this, this, this! Is this really my little furball!?

Standing about 1.7 meters tall! An 86E bust that, while not quite matching Saya Takagi, was nearly on par with Tiao! A pair of bare legs that, while not as long as Saeko’s, were incredibly curvaceous! A pair of buttocks whose curve and fullness put flat-chested idols to shame! And that fuzzy tail still clenched in her hand!

It seems this adult form, radiating an alluring, fox-like femme fatale aura, is the true Hiiragi. How am I supposed to play with her fluffy tail as wantonly as I used to now...?

Hao Ren’s eye twitched.

"Uooo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" A long, lingering fox howl erupted from Hiiragi’s throat.

Hiiragi’s cry was unique—the pitch was slightly high, sounding like a mix of weeping and laughter, leaving one feeling itchy and restless, stirring an involuntary agitation.

The sound was not loud, yet its reach was astonishingly vast. Across Zevil Island, countless animals—humans included—felt a faint, primal impulse welling up from the depths of their hearts the moment the sound reached their ears.

An impulse of a "sexual" nature.

Regardless of how innocent Hiiragi’s personality might be, in terms of species, she was a Balance Fox—a creature that stood above most of the fox race, positioned at the pinnacle of the demon realm, and equal in status to the Nine-Tailed Fox. Controlling the carnal desires of living beings was an innate instinct, an instinct so fundamental it didn't even require a spot on her skill bar; it was as natural to her as eating or drinking.

Thus, although this subconscious howl was not Hiiragi’s intent, it produced an unexpected effect.

Xia Ya, mid-sprint, found himself in the same awkward position as Hao Ren back in the grey rocks: he was sporting a tent in his trousers.

For an ordinary person, having a tent pop up while running at high speed is, needless to say, a massive hindrance to one's pace. If you think you can do it, try running two laps with one yourself.

However, there are always exceptions to every rule.

Hisoka, who held the proud title of being "one of the three great beauties of the Hunter world," actually saw his speed skyrocket upon sporting his own tent, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at Xia Ya had taken a distinctly strange turn.

Playfulness fused with lust...

Is this about to turn into a "yoooooo" moment?

Hao Ren covered his crotch with both hands, casting a glance at the ladies (fujoshi?) behind him, whose legs were rhythmically rubbing against each other.

To his surprise, although a few of the girls were so embarrassed that steam seemed to be rising from their heads, they stood firmly behind him, their eyes locked on the screen where the distance between Hisoka and Xia Ya was rapidly closing.

Are they actually looking forward to these two aesthetically pleasing men making "negative-distance" intimate contact?

As Hao Ren felt a dull ache in his teeth, he recalled something his cousin (in reality) once said: "We aren't perverts; we just yearn for beautiful things." — By Hao Ren’s younger sister, Hao Lei.

"Dammit! So the saying that 'all women are fujoshi' wasn't just talk!" Hao Ren’s sudden, neurotic pounding of the floor left the girls stunned. What kind of madness had possessed their master now?

If the white-clad Boss Saya hadn't been away from Hao Ren’s side, she—influenced by the soul of Guo Baobao within her—would surely have given him a thumbs-up and promised to arrange a pairing for him among the summoned creatures.

Meanwhile, strange conversations were breaking out among the examinees across the island.

"Kurapika, are you... really a boy?" Leorio, having just finished off the Tonpa monkey-man with Kurapika, looked at him with a gaze that was far from normal.

"I don't quite understand what you are trying to imply..." Kurapika, possessing stronger self-control, began to step back.

"Well, it doesn't really matter if you're a boy..." Leorio’s middle-aged face seemed to grow increasingly lecherous.

"Uh..." Kurapika was seriously considering running away.

...

In a certain cave, a dense swarm of snakes began to entwine with one another uncontrollably.

"This is clearly not mating season!" Baboo, the snake tamer in his white Arabian-style robes, felt his eyeballs nearly popping out.

Then there were the bees—a sight that would make anyone with trypophobia weep.

"Why is there a Queen Bee?" Ponzu, the bee-user, looked at a poisonous bee whose abdomen was suddenly swelling, feeling completely bewildered.

...

"Why do I suddenly feel that Anna has become incredibly beautiful?" Zombie Bu nudged the ribs of the Wisdom God and whispered.

"What a coincidence, I suddenly feel the same way." The Wisdom God wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his gaze wandering over Anna’s figure.

"Eh? Why are you two hunched over? Did you injure your abdomens?" Anna belonged to the unaffected group; perhaps her species was different from the others, or maybe she was an alien...

The two men in black and red spandex laughed awkwardly. Because they were wearing skin-tight suits, the protrusion in their trousers was painfully obvious.

...

Surrounded by a mass of pink flesh, a man and a woman were entwined.

"Your life energy is quite good; rather delicious," Saya writhed her waist up and down, looking at the youth pinned beneath her, whose vitality was steadily draining away.

With more air escaping than entering, the boy was on his way to the afterlife.

Clearly, influenced by the fox’s howl, the white-clad Saya had begun to plunder human essence through sexual intercourse.

The one pinned beneath her was the super-low-presence martial artist youth, Shaolin.

The suction from the white-clad Saya’s lower body grew stronger—one could even call it whale-like—and Shaolin’s body began to wither visibly.

However...

When Shaolin’s vitality reached a certain threshold, it suddenly went static. No matter how superb Saya’s technique was, Shaolin remained completely unmoved.

"Dead? No, that’s not right!" Saya suddenly sensed danger. Ignoring the fluids leaking from her lower body, she rolled over, barely dodging a punch charged with Nen.

"Attack." The white-clad Saya’s face twisted into a snarl. She pointed forward, and the flesh-people and the white-clad creature that had been watching the spectacle charged toward the now-transformed Shaolin.

Blood-red hair, demonic tattoos covering his body like scars, a smile filled with bloodlust and evil intent—the Shaolin of this moment was a different person from the fresh, innocent monk he had been before.

"My name is Rantaro, remember it!" Not giving his enemies much time to react, Rantaro leaped into the air, took a deep breath, and spat out a massive quantity of silk thread.

The threads, possessing both stickiness and toughness, effectively blocked the enemies' pursuit.

Watching the foolish dog wrapped up like a rice dumpling and Rantaro’s retreating figure, the gloom in Saya’s eyes grew even more severe.

...

"Over there, it seems there are others of my kind." Deep in the jungle, Rantaro’s gaze was fixed precisely on the direction where Hao Ren and his group were hiding.

Rantaro was a demon, and his true form was... a spider.