I was on the military transport plane with the other hunters from Cha Hae-in's group. The engines roared loud. The seats shook a little. Everyone sat quiet—some checked weapons, others stared at the floor. Tension thick. Before takeoff, I had stepped aside and called Esther. I couldn't leave without talking to her.
The phone rang twice. She picked up fast. "Samuel?" Her voice was soft and warm at first. "Where are you? The news is scary. Jeju..."
I took a deep breath. My heart felt heavy. "Esther, listen. It's bad in Jeju. The ants broke out, mutated weirdly and dangerously. They're killing people. Taking women—mothers and young girls. Carrying them to a villa. Binding them.
Planting eggs inside their bodies so they can breed new monsters. Husbands get lured there and killed slowly right in front of them. To break their hearts. The island is full of smoke and screams."
She went silent for a second. Then a small cry. "Samuel... no. That's terrible. Those poor women. Forced to carry monster babies? Their bodies used like that? And the men, forcing those women to watch them die?" Her voice cracked. Sadness poured out. I heard her sit down hard. Breathing fast. "It's too cruel."
"Yeah," I said quietly. "The hunters are all going. I'm on the plane now with my team. We have to stop it."
"No!" She said loudly. Panic filled her words. "Samuel, don't go. Stay here. I order you—as your mother. You can't. I can't lose you. You're my son. My only boy. What if an ant gets you? What if you don't come back? I'll be alone.
Scared every day. Please. Let others handle it." Tears came now. I heard them. She cried soft but hard. A mother's fear—deep, shaking, full of pictures of me hurt or gone. Her hands probably covered her face. Body curled up.
I felt pain in my chest. Her worry hurt me. "Esther, love, nothing will happen to me. I'll come home safe. I promise. I'm not weak. You know how strong I am."
She shook her head—I knew even without seeing. "Promises don't stop danger. Stay. I beg you. Think of me waiting. Worrying. What if I lose you like I lost your father? My heart can't take it anymore." Her voice broke more. Love and fear mixed tight.
I smiled softly through the ache. "How can I leave my adorable, scaredy mother alone? You're too cute when you worry. And remember—you're my wife now too. I have to come back. Hold you. Kiss you. Keep you safe and warm. I'll fight carefully. No big risks. Back to you soon."
She sniffed loud as she tried to stop her crying. "You better come back safe. Or I'll kill you myself. I mean it. Don't make me wait forever." Her tone turned fierce—mother's order mixed with wife's love. Hands probably clenched now.
"I won't," I said gently. "Cross my heart."
Then I added soft. "Esther... the villa the ants took. It's Haeundae Haven. The same one we stayed at on our trip to Jeju just a while ago."
She gasped. Shock hit her hard. "Our villa? That beautiful place with the ocean view?" Her voice trailed off. Memories flooded her—happy days there, now ruined forever. Sadness mixed with fear.
"Samuel, please be extra careful there. Save those women if you can. But come back to me safe. It might sound cold, but to me you coming back safe is what matters more than anything else."
"I will. Talk later when I'm safe. Love you." I hung up. Her worry stayed with me like a warm weight, wrapping around my chest even as the call ended.
I leaned back in my seat on the plane and closed my eyes for a moment. My mind went straight to those women in the villa. Ordinary lives torn apart in a single day. Mothers, wives, daughters—people who woke up that morning worrying about groceries or work or what to make for dinner.
Now they had nothing left. Their husbands lured in and slaughtered right before their eyes, just to crush any last spark of hope. And after that... reduced to nothing more than vessels. Breeding cows for monsters. Bodies no longer their own, forced to carry things that would tear them apart from the inside, and ultimately lead to a painful death to all of them.
The thought made my throat tight. A cold, sick feeling settled in my stomach. I pictured Esther's face, Jin-Ah's, even the women I'd grown close to in my life. Any one of them could have been on that island. Any one of them could be lying there right now, bound in silk, alone with their grief and pain, waiting for something horrible to grow inside them.
And the worst part—the part that hurt deepest—was knowing what would happen when the hunters arrived. Everyone's first thought would be stopping the eggs from hatching. Kill the hybrids before they were born.
And the quickest way... would be to kill the women carrying them. No one would say it out loud yet, but I know it is coming. Orders would come down, or they have already been given: prioritize the threat. Save who you can, but don't risk the world for a few lives already lost.
Those women had no one left to fight for them. No husbands rushing to save them. No families even knowing if they were alive. Just strangers with swords and skills, weighing their lives against the greater good.
I opened my eyes and stared at the floor of the plane. My hands clenched into fists on my lap. A quiet, heavy sadness pressed down on me. They deserved better than this. Someone to care that they were suffering. Someone to at least try to bring them home, even if the chances were small.
I couldn't let them be forgotten.
Not them.
Not like that.
Now on the plane with the hunters, engines loud, we flew over Jeju. Smoke rose everywhere. My heart sank. Then I saw it—the villa on the hill. Haeundae Haven. I knew it well. I was there just a while ago with Esther.
Swam in the pool. Laughed with her under the stars. Held her close. Now ants swarmed it. Broken glass. Tunnels in the garden. Women inside—screaming faint from high up. My stomach twisted. Horror hit me hard. Anger boiled hot.
Sadness for the women crushed me. "That place," I whispered to myself. I had to stop this. We landed fast. Geared up quick. Raced to the fight. Time is short. Before worse came, 'I'll definitely save them, even if no one else thinks about them, I'll definitely save them, and bring them out of their misery.' I vowed with determination burning like fire in my eyes.
While the teams were sent as reinforcement by all the countries, the hours blurred into a nightmare inside Haeundae Haven. The villa's basement had become a hot, humid chamber of horror. Silk webs covered every wall like thick curtains.
The air smelled of sweat, fear, and something sour from the ants' bodies. Hundreds of women lay bound on the cold marble floor, their bellies swollen in different sizes.
The first batch was ready—faster than anyone could have imagined.
Worker ants had force-fed the women a sticky, glowing nectar stolen from the hive's core—mana-rich slime from the Queen's own glands.
It sped up the eggs inside them. What should have taken weeks now happened in mere hours. Bellies grew round and tight too quickly. Skin stretched thin. Bodies burned from inside.
It started with the milfs—the mature women taken in the earliest raids. Their bodies had been implanted first. Eggs now moved fast inside them. Ji-yeon, the fisherman's wife, was one of the first.
Her belly was huge and hard. She had not spoken since watching Lee die. Her eyes were empty. She stared at the ceiling, breathing fast and shallow. Sweat soaked her clothes.
A worker ant moved close. It touched her belly with antennae. Then the pain hit like fire.
Ji-yeon screamed loud and raw. Her body arched against the silk. Other women turned their heads, faces pale with terror. They knew their turn was next. Her lower body rippled hard. Something pushed from inside. Her opening stretched too far. Skin tore with a wet, ripping sound.
Blood gushed out. The first hybrid forced its way free—not gentle, but violent. It clawed and pushed, tearing her pussy wider. Pain shot through her like knives. She thrashed, screams turning to gasps.
"Stop... it hurts... please..." she begged weakly. Tears streamed down her face. Her body shook from shock. Blood pooled between her legs, hot and sticky.
The hybrid came out covered in red. It was bigger than expected—the size of a small dog already. Its body shiny black with soft human-like skin patches. Eyes too smart. Legs long and strong. Mandibles sharp but face almost human in shape. It crawled away fast, shaking off fluid.
Ji-yeon collapsed back. Her breathing ragged. Lower body torn open—wounds deep and raw. Blood still flowed slowly. She was weak, pale as paper. Body in shock. Alive for now, but bodies hurting badly.
Her womb ruined from the tear. She could not take another egg soon—if ever. Pain throbbed constantly. "I... can't..." she whispered faintly. If ants tried again too quickly, she would die from blood loss or infection.
Without care, she had maybe a day or two left. Worker ants dabbed her wounds with slime to stop bleeding. But it burned. She cried quietly, body too tired to fight.
Around the room, more women cried out. Five milfs at once. Their bodies tore the same way. Openings ripped wide as hybrids pushed out. Screams filled the basement like hell. Blood splashed far.
The women's bellies emptied rough. Some passed out from pain. A few stayed awake, sobbing hard. "It tore me... inside..." one gasped, hand trying to reach her bloody lower body but silk held her.
Their conditions bad—torn flesh, heavy bleeding, weak from loss. Alive but broken. Most could not handle another birth. Wombs damaged. They would survive hours if lucky, days if ants fed them more slime. But many would die slowly from the trauma.
The ants did not wait long for the younger women.
The girls aged 18 to 25 had been taken later. Their implantations hours ago. But the nectar made eggs grow even faster in young bodies. Stronger. Soo-min, the 22-year-old college student, was in the second row.
Her belly swelled quick—not as long as milfs, but ready now. She cried non-stop since the rooftop grab. "I don't want this," she said over and over. No help came.
Now her turn hit hard.
Soo-min screamed high and sharp. Her body bucked wild. The silk strained. Her lower opening stretched too much. Tore with a loud rip. Blood sprayed. The hybrid shoved out—smaller than milf ones but fierce.
It clawed hard, making the tear worse. Pain exploded in her. "Ahh! It's ripping me!" she yelled, eyes wide in agony. Tears poured down her eyes, her body shook like a fever. She gasped for air, hands clenched in bonds.
The hybrid slid out bloody. Smoother skin. Almost girl-like face. Long hair-like strands. Eyes big and clever. It looked back at her curiously before worker ants took it.
Soo-min fell limp. Breathing fast and shallow. Lower body mangled—opening torn up bad, blood everywhere. She was young, stronger than milfs. Alive and conscious. But pain made her whimper constant. "Hurts... so much..."
Her body weak from blood loss. Womb hurt but not fully ruined. She could maybe take another if forced—but it would kill her quick. Without healing, she had days at best. Maybe a week if ants cared for her. But shock could end her sooner.
Next to her, Min-ji—the 26-year-old teacher—suffered the same. Her body tore loud. Hybrid kicked out strong. "No! Stop!" she screamed. The opening ripped wide. Blood gushed. She blacked out half-way.
Woke later, pale and shaking. "I feel... broken," she whispered weakly. Bodies of the younger one held on better. Could survive longer—a week or two if fed. But another birth? Likely death.
The room turned to pure chaos. Screams endless. Wet rips. Blood smell thick and iron. Hybrids slid out one after another. Some from milfs—big and heavy, tearing mothers badly. Some from young girls—fast and sharp, ripping young bodies worse in speed.
All grew quick under worker care. In hours, they stood on legs. Wings small. Eyes glowed violet. It learned quickly. Watched the mothers with smart looks. Clicked like talking.
Thirty hybrids from the first batch. Fifteen from the milfs. Fifteen from the younger group. They stood in rows now. Workers fed them more nectar and meat. They grew taller every minute.
The women left on the floor—empty bellies flat but torn, bodies bloody and weak. Pale faces. Some cried soft in pain. Some stared blank, in shock. A few passed out cold. The ants dragged them to a corner. Fed water and fruit to keep alive.
Dabbed slime on the torn pussies to heal slowly. The Queen wanted them for more eggs soon. But many would not last. Milfs weaker—half might die in hours from violent childbirth of monsters and blood loss.
Young girls whose bodies were younger and full of vigor more so than the milfs who although at their prime were slowly getting weaker—would mostly survive days, but broken inside.
Outside, the new hybrids joined patrols. Moved quiet and smart. Tested wings. Looked to the mainland hungry.
The horror had only started. The first batch was born. And they were ready to grow.
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