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

"Sorry, Worriesgone, but you can't become a Nurse Bee."

"Really? It's because I'm so weak, right?"

"No!" I raised a victorious finger in the air. "It's because you are so talented at drawing! You and your sisters have practiced drawing for days—for longer than any other bee spends training! Since the entire pandemic, your 'well wishes', your drawings, have raised spirits of the entire Bee Empire, increasing everybody's productivity!"

Worriesgone's jaw fell. She was listening to my speech with wide eyes.

I grabbed the nearest drawing—the unfinished one she was making before my arrival—and raised it over my head.

"Look at this! As the Emperor of Bee-kind, I can't just waste skills and talents like yours! I wish everybody could do the job they are best suited for, but I humbly ask that you, Worries gone, become a different bee instead."

A good artist is a troubled one