—Something is off, E-entoma-sama — (my forehead, feverish; My hands, cold and sweaty) — my belly tickles! —.
I'm laying down. Pale skin against stickly web. My body is completely stretched: Feet, together; Arms, sticked to my waist; Head, resting; Eyes on the ceiling.
—Venom's aphrodisiac effect symptoms starting to appear in Ninya's body. This normal, stay still, Ninya — (her deep scratchy voice tickles inside my ears) —.
—O-okay, E-entoma-sama. I Will do as you say! — (I sound like a puppy) —.
"I love when she says my name!".
My face becomes garnished with red bright cheeks as warmth floods my entire body. Being exposed like a piece of art in a museum. It gives me a mix somewhere between extremely embarrassed and dirtily aroused. I can't physically hide, so I close my eyes shut, with all the strength of my eyelids, to evade reality.
"I'm naked in front of E-entoma-sama! She's staring at my forbidden parts! I-I'm definitely a who-whore, like fa-father told me!".
Back then, when I was a kid and lived at my parent's town, I didn't like to wear girl clothes. But my parents forced me. So, when they were working at the fields, I used to take them off and play around the town with my friends wearing just my undies, like the boys did. One day, father found out. He dragged me home and beat me up while calling me a whore. He said he was going to sell me to a merchant as a sex slave, knowing that I liked to be seen in such a perverted condition. Sadly, the person that had that terrible fate was not me, but my big sister, Tsuare.
—E-entoma-sama, it fe-feels like fire an-ants walking on my body! —.
My pale pink nipples are getting hard as they do in winter. Warmth irradiates from between my legs.
—Ninya spread legs, please Ninya. Entoma checks things good —.
Suddenly, I open my eyes, rise my head and look straight to Entoma.
—Spre-spread my le-legs…?! Ri-right…! — (alarmed, doubts appear in my mind) —.
"Come on, come on. It's just Entoma-sama!".
I slowly bend my knees, sticking one to the other, till I feel the cold calves touching my thighs. I freeze in that position.
—I can't do it, Entoma-Sama, I can't do it — (I shut my eyes again, I want to run away) — I'm scared. I'm disgusting, I don't want you to see it, Entoma-Sama —.
—Entoma will not judge Ninya — (she sounds proud) —.
I feel the urge to defend myself, stating the obvious:
—Then, ta-take off your mask, E-entoma-Sama! —.
—Mask… — (there is a hint of sadness in her deep voice) —.
—Yes, stop hiding! I want to see the real Entoma again! —.
—Entoma is real —.
—No, I have seen your beauty. Don't be ashamed of it!
—Ninya hides too — (she is suddenly infuriated) —Ninya is ashamed too. Ninya does not feel like normal female. Why. Ninya, why? —.
—Ah?! I… —.
—Talk, Ninya —.
—Yo-you don't understand! This… this is not me at all! This is not my body! I'm disgusting, but you are perfect, you have everything, why do you hide, Entoma-Sama?! —.
—Entoma does not hide, Ninya. Entoma transforms.
—What are you saying, Entoma-Sama? —.
—Entoma and Ninya the same. Entoma knows Genjiro-sama created Entoma. Entoma thankful Entoma exists. But Entoma hates this body. Entoma gross. Entoma scary. Entoma feels shame, like Ninya —.
"We are the same…".
For some reason, that thing that she said shocks me. I'm completely stunned. I was wrong, always wrong. I was acting with Entoma like my father did with me.
"I'm a hypocrite. I want to force Entoma-sama to show her "true self" when that's not even her at all. Exactly how I was not what my father thought, our body don't match our mind".
—You are right Entoma-sama, we are the same. But this are our bodies, at the end nothing can change that. Let's be ugly and gross together, just this time. I think it will help us soothe these feelings we have towards our bodies. Then, we can go back to be the real us! —.
—Entoma likes what Ninya say. Gross together. Entoma happy, Entoma not alone anymore — (beneath her monotonous voice, she really does sound happy, like a cute puppy waging her tail) —.
—I'm happy too, that I'm not the only one who is like this! I have felt very lonely, but not anymore! —.
—Ninya… — (Entoma sounds concerned) —.
—¿Yes, Entoma-sama? —.
—Entoma needs Ninya's help. Entoma cannot take off Entoma's clothes alone —.
—E-entoma-Sama, a-are you asking me to undress you? —.
—Yes, Ninya. Please, Ninya —.
"This is the best the of my life!".
—¡O-okay, E-entoma-sama! I'm going! —.
I rise my back, unstick my rear of the web and get up. I'm not ashamed anymore, so I don't cover myself this time. I stand, showing my naked pale body, and quickly run next to Entoma. Then, I take a good look of her:
Entoma is not taller than 140 centimetres (55 inches), maybe shorter.
"Woah, she's shorter than what I thought. I'm not tall myself, but she only reaches my belly, if she jumps, maybe, she could achieve my chest! Entoma-Sama is small, so cute. If she was a little bit smaller, I could grab her from the neck of her kimono with my index and my thumb and put her in my pocket".
She is wearing a kimono, which holds together thanks to a red ribbon tied around her slim waist, with long wide sleeves
—S-so, I start undoing the ribbon, is that right? — (I nervously ask) —.
Entoma stares silently at me, like a little girl waiting for her mum to buy the ice cream she has been all day whining for. There is no answer coming so I put my hands to work. I grab both ends of the red rope tied in a cute ribbon and pull, undoing its perfect and carefully done shape.
"It's almost a shame to mess up this piece of art, I wonder…"
—Entoma-Sama, did Yuri-Sama tie this ribbon for you? —.
—Yuri-Nee helps Entoma get ready every morning — (is that admiration in her voice?) —.
"She must really love her big sister…". (Sadness strikes me for a moment).
The red rope lies now in my pale slim hands. Entoma's kimono keeps shut, but even a sigh could change that.
—Should I take off your mask, or do you want to do it yourself? —.
—Ninya do it, please —.
—Understood… —.
I crouch to leave the rope in the web. Then, my trembling hands head to Entoma's face. I gently touch the surface of her mask with the tips of my fingers, it's hard and ice cold. Gazing directly at her eyes, being so close, I can tell they are crystal, like rubies. Slowly, I lay my palms, holding between them what would be Entoma's cheeks, gently petting them with my fingers. It's soft, feels like porcelain. It feels like I'm dreaming, I forgot to breath. I slip the tips of my fingers behind the edges of the mask. There is something moving, not something, somethings, tickling me. With my thumbs under her eyes, I tight my grip, and pull off.
—You… — (Shocked, I drop her mask. With its infinite legs, it runs away) —.
My eyes. They could fly like birds in the blue sky. If I were to touch your soft ink-black skin, I would turn to gold. If I could see your fuzzy face every day, every day of my life, I would be the happiest in this world of us.
—You are… — (I start taking steps back) —.
But, my love, I know you have never looked in a mirror. As pretty as I may think you are, if you despise it, I will despise it. I look up to the future, the wished future where I can be me, and you can be you. Our souls will meet, meet in all of their glory.
—You are as ugly as me, Entoma-Sama! — (I break the tense atmosphere) —.
My hand covering my mouth, as I laugh, like a little kid.
—We really are a pair of weirdos! — (I continue laughing) —.
Entoma stares at me with her eight big shiny red eyes. It's a shine of happiness.
—Ninya right, Entoma and Ninya the ugliest in the world — (she sounds proud) —.
"Is she…?"
Her twin jaws are wide open, exposing her small mouth, and trembling. Drops of saliva splash the floor.
—Entoma-Sama, are you… laughing? —.
—Entoma finds funny what Ninya said —.
I'm probably the first person, human or inhuman, to see this part of Entoma. While she is laughing, I know, I'm the luckiest. My heart feels light. I can't help myself but to smile dumbly.
"…?!".
Her kimono can't take her laugh anymore. Sliding slowly, Entoma's fuzzy black shoulders are exposed. Suddenly, with one last laugh, the kimono, as a dry leaf in autumn, gently leaves her body, and ends up in the floor.
—Oh… my … God… —.