Garessta

〔Congratulations, for mating with a Queen Bee you got a new achievement: ”Not a virgin”! Your reward: “Drone Consort” title.〕
‘Hey! I wasn’t a virgin even before this, system!’

Imagine that you lived a painfully average life and died by a stupid, stupid accident, but a goddess interfered, giving you a second chance in another world.

There, you became a consort of a beautiful, big-chested queen, and your only job is to have mind-blowing sex with her so she could have thousands of your adorable daughters. In return, you can live in peace and luxury for the rest of your days.

Which means, for about two months! Because I’m a bee. And my queen is *also* a bee! And bees don’t live for long.

The only way to increase my lifespan is to develop and grow my bee colony—a hard task in this huge and dangerous world. There are giant hungry beasts at every turn, other insect tribes—each more murderous than the other—and natural disasters to top it all off.

But I have a hundred thousand adorable daughters, some actual brains, and with superior genes given to me by my system, we will be unstoppable!

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Reincarnated To Evolve My Bee Empire

Worriesgone was lying on a leaf pallet in her room. A Nurse Bee Jellia-14, who led us inside, closed the door behind our backs.

The sick bee was asleep, or deeply resting.

〔Nurse Bee〕 〔Ally〕 〔Progeny〕

In the time since I last saw her, Worriesgone matured from a Cleaning Bee to a Nurse Bee—but it barely showed on her malnourished body. Her face was as pale as before—but she was better off than I feared.

"She caught another illness on top of the Paleness yesterday. Lieutenant Researcher Tabletina believes it's just a bad 'common cold', and told us how to take care of Worriesgone. Me and my squad have been following them ever since," Jellia-14 whispered.

I nodded—this made sense. It'd be easy for someone already frail from the Paleness to catch any other virus. I could only hope it was *actually* a cold and nothing worse.

Nectus has a theory