The Abandoned Mine's Investigation

The next morning, Alfred's group climbed the mountain as planned and arrived at the entrance to the abandoned mine.

It was just before noon. The weather was good, too, so a storm seemed unlikely.

They advanced while comparing the village's local map against the terrain around them, and they had plenty of time to spare.

"Doesn't look like there's anything here."

The one who spoke was the eldest of the three adventurers. All five of them concealed themselves in the surrounding vegetation and watched the abandoned mine's entrance.

"Is our prey inside? Or somewhere else…?"

"There's also the chance it moved on."

The experienced adventurers' intuition told them that whatever it was, it was probably no longer here.

Whatever it was, it had attacked adventurers. Anyone could predict that subjugators like themselves would gather at this cave. That wouldn't necessarily apply if the opponent were a beast, but they couldn't imagine a mage like Frederica falling to a beast.

Sure, the two she had brought along were barely a cut above amateurs, but even they shouldn't have had any trouble against a beast.

So the opponent was likely a band of bandits. If so, the natural course would be to abandon the hideout and move elsewhere.

That was the consensus among everyone here.

After this, they would explore the abandoned mine to look for clues as to where the bandits had gone.

For now, that was probably as far as they'd get today.

The reason they were keeping watch on the entrance was that there was a slim chance some inattentive bandits still used the mine as their roost.

"Should we go in and look through the mine?"

"Maybe. Doesn't look like anyone's still here."

With that said, the five of them moved out from the thicket.

It was decided that three people, Alfred included, would make up the vanguard, with Satia and one of the other adventurers as the rear guard.

They prepared two lanterns, one each hung from the belts of an adventurer in the vanguard and rear guard.

One of the vanguard unfurled a map, relying on the light shining in from the entrance to read it. A single glance showed it was fairly complicated, and he seemed a bit put off by that alone.

"It's dark, as well as damp in here… Satia-chan, watch your step okay?"

"Yes… Goshujin-sama, please be careful as well."

"Haha, I'm alright."

Despite the brightness near the entrance from the outside light, the abandoned mine quickly grew darker as they advanced.

That much should be obvious, though. No one had set foot in this place for more than ten years. The lanterns mounted along the walls had run dry of oil, and pickaxes and the like lay carelessly strewn about along the path.

Clearly, there were no signs of habitation. This abandoned mine had an uncannily cold atmosphere, and—

"A poltergeist, maybe?"

"It'll be fine if you keep a grip on your mind, Alfred."

"Yeah."

Not carrying a lantern, Alfred kept one hand firmly on the hilt of his sword as they moved forward.

Poltergeist — the word one of the adventurers had spoken. What was a poltergeist? It was the unpurified soul of someone who had died in a place like this abandoned mine, the years passing without their receiving a proper burial. Such souls continued spewing voices of resentment and envied the living.

Although their voices caused no particular harm, in enclosed places like this they disturbed one's concentration and grated on the nerves. They gradually stripped away a person's sanity, and anyone left alone in an abandoned mine would be driven mad by them.

In the era when monsters existed, they were a presence that afflicted humanity to a great degree.

"Alright, let's keep moving."

Checking once again that the sword at his waist was secure, Alfred spoke. Satia, too, walked cautiously, holding her large staff in both hands — a staff that didn't quite match the size of her body.

Without further speaking, the five continued their advance.

That said, people wouldn't live in a place inhabited by poltergeists. Perhaps their mark wasn't a group of bandits after all?

Everyone began to come to that conclusion as they moved further in, seeing no indications of human presence. They had agreed beforehand that exploring all of the passageways in a single day would be impossible.

They'd told the village chief that they planned to spend three days searching through the abandoned mine.

They had also told him that, in the case of an unexpected event, if they hadn't returned to the village after four days had passed, he should request aid from a knight order in the royal capital.

Two groups of adventurers had now come. Frederica's group aside, their own group was advancing with all due caution. If they still fell to such an opponent, Alfred's group judged, then it would be something beyond what adventurers could handle.

"Nothing here either…"

How long had they walked since entering the abandoned mine?

They couldn't see the sun, so they could only traverse the mine with a dulled sense of time. Even adventurers accustomed to situations like this found the unpleasant aspects no less unpleasant.

Reacting to even the smallest of noises, their nerves were ground down bit by bit.

There was an additional problem: the poltergeists' moans. Poltergeists fed off the dismay of the living.

Adventurers mentally and emotionally cornered in dark places like the one Alfred's group now found themselves in would gradually, bit by bit, be driven mad, often without even noticing it.

It wouldn't be a problem for those who could keep a firm grip on their minds, but after walking through a place like the abandoned mine for such a long time, things could change.

They couldn't be cut down by swords, and most standard magics were barely effective.

They were difficult beings to handle without priests, people who could use the holy magic that channeled the miracles of god.

"We still have a good amount of oil for the lanterns, but maybe we should head back and take a rest?"

"Yeah. Rushing into things and getting hurt would be too pathetic to live down."

They still had time to spare. They were anxious about Frederica's safety, but there was no reason for them to get themselves injured.

Even Satia, the youngest of everyone here, had a good bit of endurance left.

That said, she wasn't a reckless type and wouldn't needlessly push herself.

"Well then Satia, let's go back."

"… Yes."

She answered, nodding at her master's words, and began to walk at a steady pace.

Satia's black robe hid her in the darkness of the cave despite the lanterns' light, but her silver hair gleamed faintly.

To those who saw her in the cave, her doll-like figure and demeanor seemed to stand out and sparkle.

As for the men, seeing her calmed their nerves. The presence of an adorable girl like her was like a balm to them.

In this way, they retraced their path and exited the abandoned mine.

Even with the light from the lanterns, the sun was dazzling to their eyes after being in the mine for so long. They held their hands up to block it from their eyes until they grew accustomed to the brightness.

"It'll be noon soon, huh."

"Let's eat some lunch."

No one objected. Their meal consisted of some dried meat and bread they'd received at the village.

Although their exploration of the abandoned mine had only just begun, the five of them still held optimistic views about the outcome.

There were no signs that anyone still inhabited the mine, so they at least knew their situation wouldn't shift out of nowhere.

After leaving that abandoned mine full of stagnant air, the men were more talkative than usual. Satia watched them while eating her bread, staring vacantly as ever.

If things kept on as they were, they probably wouldn't even need all three days to finish searching through the mine.

That's what all of them believed.

 

Near the abandoned mine's entrance, in the shade of a rock where light didn't reach, something was wriggling — the black ooze.

Even from deep within the cave's recesses, the monster had reacted to human voices. Leaving the Frederica it had been violating in a half-finished state, it headed toward the voices — toward the entrance.

Frederica, unaware that her fellow adventurers had arrived, cried and begged at being abandoned right on the verge of cumming, but the slime ignored her and continued toward the entrance. When she clung to it anyway, the black ooze pinned her against the rock wall with some mucus it separated from its body.

The beautiful former mage, whose body had grown accustomed to being made to climax to the very brink — no, to the point of losing consciousness, could no longer even console herself with her own hand. By now she was probably shamelessly grinding her hips in the depths of the abandoned mine.

If the slime returned, she would shed tears of delight and might tempt that loathsome enemy of a monster with hip-grinding so shameless even a prostitute would look down on her.

Having left Frederica in such a state, the slime immediately judged that the humans taking up position outside the entrance were a band of adventurers.

After completely absorbing those two adventurers, the slime's intelligence and intuition had risen another level. It hadn't yet secured a method of using magic, but having acquired mana, it could instinctively distinguish which adventurers among them were mages.

There were two — a man and a woman.

The slime would kill the man and rape the woman.

If it obeyed its instincts, it might finally find a way to use its mana.

The slime reduced its body's volume so the adventurers wouldn't spot it from the rock's shadow. Its mass didn't change, but it could conceal itself by altering its body's size.

Since its color was black to begin with, it blended seamlessly into the abandoned mine's darkness.

It had no sense of boredom at the passing of time, so the slime simply waited for the adventurers to make their move.

With its body shrunken down, the slime looked somewhat like a rock, so even if it was spotted, it would appear to be using some kind of mimetic ability. After holding that shape for around another thirty minutes, the group of adventurers stirred.

The slime noticed this through its senses but continued to stay as still as a stone.

Paying attention to all five of them at once was still too difficult a task for this slime. Moreover, this time there were two mages. From its fight against Frederica — or rather, from the black ooze's perspective, its capture of Frederica — it knew that its compatibility against mages was very poor.

From its adventurer knowledge, the black ooze further realized that it was weak to heat and flame. Although not all mages could use those magics, there was a definite possibility that at least one of these two mages could.

The black ooze had gained some tolerance to magic after obtaining mana, but there was no helping the fact that it remained a slime's weak point.

First, it had to disempower the mages.

As for slashing and blunt attacks, all it had to do was respond with paralytic poison whenever it was approached.

A normal monster would simply follow its instincts and attack head-on to kill. However, this slime thought, and would first attempt to safely disable its greatest enemy.

This was a kind of thinking no monster before it had ever possessed.

"Satia, be careful, alright?"

"… Yes."

Even hearing the two mages speak right next to it, the black ooze didn't budge an inch.

The group passed by it without realizing a thing. When their footsteps faded, it finally dropped its camouflage. Ascending the wall with its soft, pliable body, it skillfully moved along the ceiling to chase after the adventurers.

 

*

 

The humans' progress was slow due to their reliance on the lantern light, so the slime was able to catch up quickly despite its own sluggish movement.

However, it didn't act immediately. It would first stalk the adventurers for a while to observe them.

Never imagining that a slime was crawling on the ceiling behind them, the adventurers cautiously searched through the abandoned mine while keeping their eyes on the path ahead.

As before, the mine showed no traces of recent habitation. The footing was poor and the air was incredibly dusty. The farther they advanced into the interior, the more intense the dust became. They eventually had to cover their mouths with cloth to keep moving.

To make matters worse, the dust reflected their lanterns' light, further worsening visibility. In conditions like that, expecting them to also keep watch on the ceiling would be too cruel.

Along with the abandoned mine's darkness, there was both the stifling dust and the poltergeists' voices that continued even now.

All of this combined to wear down the adventurers' strength and concentration.

Although they still had their composure, there was no helping the fact that they were becoming dispirited.

After walking for a while, their pace began to slow.

"This is gonna be a bit of a slog."

"Hell, no one's gonna be in a place like this anyway."

"Right."

Besides, the only real danger here was the poltergeists.

Even those weren't a problem so long as one kept a firm grip on oneself, and the adventurers' guards naturally relaxed.

Once their guards relaxed, they would head back to the entrance.

Probably because they were used to taxing explorations like this, the adventurers didn't push themselves recklessly.

How many times had they made this trip by now?

They would advance a bit, then leave the mine and rest, and after a while go back to searching through it again.

The slime continued following the adventurers, waiting for an opportunity.

It understood that it was at a five-to-one disadvantage. It wouldn't make a move unless the adventurers split up their party or showed some kind of definite opening.

Endurance and time held no sway over the slime, so chasing after them for an indefinite period was nothing.

Perhaps the adventurers were lucky… or perhaps unlucky? The areas they searched were all far from the depths where Frederica was.

If they continued searching at their current pace, they would probably find Frederica in several more days.

In this way, the first day came to an end and night fell. Gathered around a fire near the mine's entrance, the adventurers went to sleep after assigning two people to the night watch.

The slime tried provoking a reaction from them by shaking some of the nearby vegetation, but this also woke the sleeping adventurers.

That wouldn't work.

As expected, it would have to handle things inside the mine. The black ooze gave up on putting them on guard for nothing.

The night passed without it doing anything to the adventurers. It spent the night making sure it wouldn't be noticed from the thicket.

Although it would have been reasonable for it to return to the abandoned mine, the black ooze judged that doing so would be too dangerous, with the group of adventurers camped at the entrance.

Once the night ended, the adventurers woke up and headed back into the mine. The black ooze followed them inside, careful not to alert them to its presence.

The second day was no different. The adventurers searched through the darkness and the dust, struggling against the poltergeists' voices all the while.

This day seemed to pass more smoothly than the first. They had probably concluded that no people or beasts inhabited the mine.

They were still cautious, but despite no longer comparing their map to the mine as they had the first day, they advanced steadily until they came to forks in the path.

They appeared to have memorized the abandoned mine's map. This too pointed to them being experienced adventurers.

They would return to the entrance whenever their concentration wore thin, just like the first day, then dive right back in after a short rest.

The adventurers didn't take any unnecessary risks on the second day either.

And the black ooze, chasing them all the while, simply continued to stay hidden without thinking anything in particular.

 

On the morning of the third day, the adventurers ate breakfast while spreading out the abandoned mine's map.

The search of the abandoned mine wasn't progressing the way they had hoped.

If they continued at the pace they had on the second day, it would still probably take another three days.

They didn't think the entire mine needed to be examined, but even so they wanted to explore all of the major paths.

There was hardly any danger, so their exploration was rather monotonous. All five of them felt that neither their target of subjugation nor Frederica was in the mine.

If that were the case, they would call off the search for Frederica and probably hand it over to the kingdom's knight orders.

Certainly, while adventurers occasionally accepted commissions for missing person searches, there was a limit. These days, an adventurer's job was usually to subjugate beasts that appeared near the highways, since the number of monster and bandit subjugations had dwindled.

Searching for people was the knight orders' domain.

They had skilled mages, an abundance of connections, and above all, money. None of those were things the adventurer profession could boast of. As a result, hiring them cost more than hiring adventurers, but they were also more reliable.

However, adventurers hated the knight orders.

Because of their titles, they had a strong tendency to look down on the adventurer profession. If they hadn't even managed to search half of this harmless abandoned mine, there was no telling how much they'd be sneered at over it.

"How about we split into two groups today?"

Because of all of that, this suggestion came up.

They had judged the mine harmless over the past two days. There was a lot of dust and the poltergeists, but that was it.

There were no bandits or beasts either, so it wouldn't pose any problem for the skilled adventurers to divide into two groups.

"That sounds good."

So Alfred agreed.

Since there was no danger, they could search with double the efficiency.

The search would advance even faster, so they could guarantee Frederica's safety if she were still alright. No one objected.

They split into groups: Alfred and one man, Satia and two men.

Mages were valuable. Although they didn't expect any unforeseen situations, the two mages would be their greatest fighting strength if the worst came to pass.

They arranged it this way to avoid losing both at the same time.

Like this, the adventurers split their group.

Confirming their movements from a long distance away, the slime chased after the adventurers, slipping back into the abandoned mine so as not to be noticed.

The first thing it followed? The woman.

There was nothing to be done about it.

It was instinct.

 

*

 

Relying on the lantern's light, Satia's group advanced through the abandoned mine. One of the men walked in the lead, holding the lantern and the map while checking their footing.

The two men positioned themselves in front and behind, sandwiching Satia between them.

The trio's pace as they advanced in silence had hardly changed from the second day. The slime tracked them while clinging to the ceiling.

Right around when it had thought of giving up on attacking them and just turning a blind eye to the whole thing, the adventurers split up.

But even so, it didn't rush. It wouldn't attack until it could separate them further.

Above all, the woman who walked between them was a mage. An opponent it absolutely had to disable before she could use magic.

Carefully, ever so carefully, the black ooze followed the three of them.

After humans pressed on for a while, their stamina would flag and their concentration would slip.

This was something the slime had learned from pursuing them on the second day.

These adventurers would never even consider that something might be stalking them along the ceiling as they advanced farther and farther into the mine's interior, with only the barest caution.

Because of the darkness and dust, the search drained their stamina and concentration more than usual.

Satia, with an expression like a doll's, let out a small sigh at being apart from Alfred, her master.

It was a feeling small enough that it could almost be called dissatisfaction, but even so her concentration didn't slip.

She knew that unless she did her job properly, it could lead to trouble.

"… Phew."

"Are you alright, Satia-chan?"

"— Yes, I am still alright."

"We'll turn back when it gets tough, so let me know."

"… Yes."

Their search continued. Since they had split into two groups, their efficiency had simply doubled.

In good spirits because of that, the adventurers pressed on deeper into the mine.

Their pace was faster than on the second day, so their stamina was also depleted more quickly than before.

"We've gone pretty far in, huh."

"… We have."

It didn't show in her expression, but Satia's shoulders were moving up and down slightly.

Advancing while covering her mouth due to the dust had drained her stamina that much faster. They were still inside a tunnel, but the men decided it was a good time to take a break.

Sitting down in suitable spots, they sighed. It was still dusty, but even that much was a relief to the body.

At that moment, a drop of liquid fell on the neck of the eldest man.

By the time he wondered what it was, it was already too late.

— As soon as the man collapsed, Satia and the other man crumpled forward as well.

"W-wha…!?"

He couldn't get a sound out. He was thrown into confusion at being suddenly unable to move so much as a finger.

He could just barely breathe, but even that was painful.

What had happened?

As he wondered that, the field of view of the man who had been carrying the lantern was enveloped by a thick black mucus.

With her other comrade also collapsed on the floor unable to move, Satia urged her numbed body, leaning on her staff to rise to her feet.

The sight of Satia somehow forcing herself to stand was the last thing the man saw in this world.

 

*

 

The instant Satia readied her staff, a tentacle twined around it.

However, before the staff could be torn away, she conjured a flame in front of her to light up the abandoned mine's darkness.

"A slime!?"

Seeing the form of a monster illuminated by the flames, Satia called out the name of the monster in an astonished voice utterly unlike her usual self.

But that lasted only a moment.

Her shocked expression was once again concealed behind her usual composed look. The tentacle coiled around her staff was burnt off by the fire.

"… Flame!"

The girl dropped to her knees as she fired off a ball of fire.

It had used paralytic poison on her, but the potency seemed to be too low this time. It had been able to render the men powerless immediately by using its highest potency on them, but it had diluted the woman's dose too much.

Her body was small, so it had used an even lower concentration than what it had used on Frederica. That, however, backfired. Whether the black ooze itself thought that disempowering women was troublesome remained unclear.

Without any sign of panic, it negated the fireball by slamming into it the magical power it had stolen from Frederica.

"Eh—!?"

It couldn't be called magic, but it had simply expelled magical power, once again breaking through Satia's usual expression and astonishing her.

Although the slime was a troublesome monster that could nullify physical attacks with its viscous body, it had virtually no resistance to magic.

At the very least, that was common knowledge, and no one had ever heard of a slime using magic.

Dragging her numbed legs, Satia tried to put some distance between herself and the slime.

She was a little puzzled as to why the paralytic poison was weak on her, but she didn't have time to think about that just then.

The slime absorbed one of the fallen men; the other still lay on the ground, unable to move an inch.

At this point, the only one among them who could fight was Satia. She had used fire magic on the spur of the moment in order to see in the darkness, but if it caused an explosion, worst case the mine could collapse on all of them.

She couldn't use fire, the slime's weakness.

Satia could use both fire and wind magic, but both were unsuitable attributes for fighting inside an enclosed space like this.

Satia couldn't figure out why there was a slime in a place like this. Thinking she absolutely had to escape and warn her master of the danger, she moved her numb body.

She skillfully wielded her staff, dragging the lower half of her body along due to its sluggish reactions.

Fortunately, the slime moved even more slowly than the paralyzed Satia.

It was because it was digesting the other two as prey, but Satia kept herself from thinking about that.

Even so, as if to mock her efforts, a tentacle shot out from the slime's main body and seized the boot on Satia's right leg.

She turned around in a panic to see, illuminated in the lantern's light, that the two men had already been completely absorbed by the slime.

And now one of her legs had been caught.

She couldn't shake it off with her numbed body. Satia's small body wasn't that strong to begin with.

"Hii…"

She was going to be absorbed by the slime.

What's more, she would be alive when it happened. A choked cry escaped her lips at the horror of being dragged into hell.

She kept trying to free herself, but her paralyzed leg wouldn't move. Although she could vaguely feel it rubbing against the ground, it wouldn't obey her and remained still.

"Fire!"

With that, she burned off the tentacle gripping her leg with the weakest fire magic.

The tentacle was burned away by her fire arrow, and it caused a small explosion when it hit the ground, but the cave didn't collapse.

It was unfortunate for the other two, but she couldn't save them.

As she tried to flee, a faint sound reached her ears.

In that moment, Satia's staff was yanked out of her hands and flung away.

"—Ah!?"

Before she even realized she had lost her staff, tentacles seized Satia's thin arms and legs.

Her small body was lifted into the air and splayed into a shape resembling [大].

Despite her frantic attempts to wrench her body free, her paralyzed limbs barely responded. By the time she was lifted into the air, she could no longer resist.

At the thought that she might be absorbed just like that, her heart began pounding wildly with terror.

Cold sweat ran down her numbed body as she continued trying to break free somehow. However, her resistance was pitiful. She gradually became aware that she had lost feeling in her arms and legs. Her frantic movements had only quickened the poison's spread.

(Paralytic poison — what kind of slime…)

Although there were many varieties of slimes, the differences were really only about as significant as a change in color or size.

The books described no slimes capable of using poison. Satia had no way of knowing it was the result of the blessing of mutation.

Sensing that the feeling in its catch had dulled, the slime decided to move on and get started.

From its knowledge, it knew that its prey could still use magic without a staff.

However, the black ooze had also learned from disempowering that earlier offensive magic that it could use its store of magical power to nullify whatever magic this woman could muster at her level.

Setting its caution aside, it brought Satia's small body before its main body.

A petite figure wrapped entirely in a thick black robe. Her rich silver hair was gathered to the left side, some of it stuck to her sweat-dampened cheek.

Her usually sleepy-looking eyes now seemed to be glaring at a bitter enemy, fixed forcefully on the black ooze. Even so, she couldn't hide the fear swirling in them.

Paying no mind to any of that, the slime extended two of its tentacles before Satia's eyes.

"—?"

Not understanding what it intended to do, Satia knit her brows slightly.

She thought about calling for Alfred before it was too late to do so, but didn't want to accidentally incite the slime.

For some reason, it didn't seem like the slime intended to kill her immediately. Realizing that, she somehow managed to suppress her urge to scream out of fear.

Alfred would notice the use of magic and come to her aid. With that thought, the girl endured.

Satia knew that mages were sensitive to changes in the flow of magical power. Alfred had taught her that. She had been saved that way more than once.

In the next moment, however, the girl's eyes opened wide in astonishment.

For some reason, the two tentacles the slime had shown her slipped into her clothes from the rim of her robe.

"Hii!? N-n-no! Why!?"

Her thought of not wanting to incite it vanished in an instant.

The tentacles, coated in viscous liquid, ran along Satia's thin legs, passing over her panties as they slowly climbed toward her abdomen.

She broke out in goosebumps from the disgusting sensation as she tried to shake her numbed body to drive the tentacles out. Because of her ragged breathing and sweat, her body's metabolism sped up, causing the paralytic poison to take effect even faster.

After a while, even her resistance weakened. As a result, the slime managed to capture a mage without incident despite using a diluted paralytic poison.

As if satisfied with the result, the black ooze wriggled its tentacles. It stroked Satia's abdomen, stimulating her as it smeared the viscous liquid onto her tiny backside.

The motion was exactly like what a man would do to caress a woman. Although Satia had no experience with such things, knowing about them in the abstract made her strangely conscious of it.

"Kuh—N-no!"

The revulsion of her abdomen being stroked, the frustration of her sides being teased, the unease of her backside being caressed — all of it disturbed the mage's thoughts. As a result, the caresses effectively obstructed her use of magic.

Lit up by the lantern that had fallen to the ground, the black-robed girl writhed in the dark.

Before she knew it, the robe had absorbed the tentacles' mucus and clung snugly to Satia's body. Although her figure had little in the way of curves, with the tentacles writhing beneath the robe made plainly visible, the whole thing took on a strangely obscene appearance.

Noticing as much, Satia's pale cheeks took on a faint flush.

By now both her arms and legs were so numbed that she could only resist by shaking her body.

"Goshujin-sama… help me…"

In a small, hoarse voice, she begged her beloved master for help.

She wouldn't cry. That was the one thing her honor would not allow. She swore to herself that she would live up to Alfred's expectations, that she had to be at least that strong.

With that thought, she glared at the slime. However, the moment Satia glared at it, the tentacles holding her raised her a little farther into the air.

Both of her hands were lifted above her head and restrained by a single tentacle. Her legs, however, were left spread open, making her body resemble the character [人].

"—Ah!"

Unable to hold it back due to the sudden change, a small scream slipped from her mouth.

In addition to the two tentacles already stimulating her abdomen, another two joined them.

They were thinner than the ones already there, but that was no consolation to Satia. Fear crept into her usually doll-like, composed face. Her breathing turned ragged, and she found herself unable to look away from the black ooze.

Satia's body had braced itself for what would be done to her next. She felt only disgust toward any kind of stimulation. What did it matter what kind it was?

… As if to break down her resolve, a thin tentacle stimulated the area in and around Satia's armpit.

"Fuh—hiin!?"

Because of the strange sensation that was somewhat different from ticklishness, Satia accidentally let out a weird sound.

However, the tentacles' torment certainly wouldn't end with something so mild.

It stroked her right armpit with a tentacle as though licking with a tongue, while moving another tentacle in tiny flicks against her left armpit as though tickling. At the asymmetrical stimulation, her tiny body shook as if shivering.

Knowing only masturbation, her body had no idea how to endure this unfamiliar level of stimulation, and she was helpless as it toyed with her. She trembled at the licking and trembled at the tickling. Whenever her abdomen was caressed, her numbed body simply relayed to her brain that she was receiving a keen sensation. Her body, not knowing how to endure that either, was played with like a child's plaything.

Her body trembled slightly with each and every one of the black ooze's minute movements. Even though each stimulation was incredibly small, her adorable mouth started leaking voice. The more she tried to endure, the more comical her appearance became.

Meanwhile, the sensation of the tentacles caressing her stomach, which she could only register as disgusting, began to shift into a ticklish feeling.

They rubbed and stroked her tender stomach, as if massaging it.

"… Nn."

Satia remembered something from that strange ticklish feeling.

It was from when she had first masturbated while thinking of Alfred. Her body, not knowing things like sexual arousal, had remembered it as a ticklish feeling rather than as a pleasurable sexual stimulation.

(No… This is, so, different…!)

Shutting her eyes, she closed her mouth.

Denying it in her heart over and over, she decided to remain unresponsive like a doll until her master came to save her. She had unilaterally decided that the more she reacted, the more this slime would get carried away.

However, even though she decided so in her heart and denied the feeling… her body still reacted slightly. Familiar with the feeling of masturbation, her small-yet-adult body knew the sensation was a pleasant one.

It had flared up in pleasure countless times while she thought of her master at night. By now, Satia's body had been developed so thoroughly by her own fingers that it was incomparable to its state before her first time.

But in the end, they had only ever been her own fingers.

It was nothing more than the human pleasure she had heard about from others.

Her armpits licked and sucked on by the tentacles, her abdomen was stimulated at the same time.

Experiences like this were things no ordinary living human should ever undergo. Slowly but surely, this strange stimulation ignited a flame inside Satia's womb.

Without her realizing it, her hips began to move slightly.

At first the movements were small, but the interval between each one shortened as time went on.

Satia, with her eyes shut tight, didn't notice the change in her body, now pushing her hips forward and back even more strongly.

Although she had closed her mouth as well, the breaths escaping her lips were gradually growing more ragged.

Even so, the brave figure of a mage trying to forcibly subdue her own reactions could dimly be seen through the darkness of the abandoned mine.

Her small hands, clenched shut as if to display her desperate resistance, opened, her slender fingertips twitching as if clawing at empty air. She no longer had the strength to keep her fists closed. By this point, the paralytic poison had circulated through her entire body.

A girl trying to mask her reactions to arousal as if she were some kind of doll was something men all over the world would desire.

"Fuu… Fuu…"

Biting her lips, she desperately tried to keep her voice down. She herself didn't realize how excessively lewd her figure looked.

By now her black robe, except for the parts covering her arms, was thoroughly soaked in mucus and clinging to her body.

It was fortunate that it was thick, as it concealed her small, budding breasts, but her round bottom was showing its shape vividly.

Her sweat-slick bottom felt her panties — also damp with sweat and the slime's mucus — biting into her. It was disgusting, so she shook her hips. The motion was born of disgust, but if anyone were to see it, ten out of ten would call it the obscene shudder of a body proving its pleasure.

Satia hadn't noticed it herself, but despite clinging to the thought that it was utterly disgusting and forcibly shaking her numbed body to expel the tentacles—

—her body, which had never known a man, was feeling pleasure.

Sensing as much, the slime sent two more tentacles into her robe.

Her eyes still closed, the girl felt the new tentacles from the fresh sensations, but she swore in her mind to ignore them.

(If I don't react—)

Thinking that, she closed her eyes even more strongly, biting her lips as well.

Climbing her leg, past her panties, over her abdomen — the girl's eyes opened wide.

"N-no… not, there…"

The words she spoke in reaction were pitifully weak.

She desperately shook her body to resist, but the black ooze simply continued on, paying her no mind.

The place it was aiming for was somewhere it hadn't touched thus far… a place where two swelling, cherry-blossom-colored points awaited.

Her all-out effort was in vain as the thin tentacles finally reached her nipples and twined around them. Despite not being touched, both had already tapered into points and were standing at attention.

"Hii—nn!"

In that instant, the small mage's body jolted.

With her back and head arched, she frantically tried to endure the stimulation by biting her lips even as a coquettish voice slipped out.

She couldn't possibly bear the slippery tentacles. It was a feeling completely different from her own fingers, a pleasure she had never known.

Satia painstakingly fought to keep her voice from going on, but because of the pleasure of the tentacle gently rubbing her nipples, she couldn't stop her body from defying her will and trembling. This was a natural reaction for a human body to have.

Even knowing that, her body, convulsing under the six tentacles toying with her, looked obscene enough to ensnare any man's lust.

Despite those convulsions, she desperately tried to keep her voice reined in.

The slime paid no attention to her praiseworthy resistance, simply quickening its tentacles' movements.

It pressed on her abdomen, licked and sucked her armpits, and rubbed and tugged at her nipples.

"—Nn, uuu—!!"

Familiar with sexual pleasure, Satia still couldn't bear pleasure of this magnitude. Her body convulsed violently over and over.

She managed to suppress her coquettish voice, but that was all.

After a while her lips slackened and parted slightly. From that small opening, her tongue moved about as if asking for something.

Saliva spilled from her mouth and ran down her throat.

Even after climaxing, her small, soft body kept convulsing, with liquid seeping out from her still-untouched genitals.

From the undeniable climax, tears spilled from the girl's eyes.

(Goshu—… Alfred… sama…)

"Nnnuu…"

Her hips trembled once, violently. Because her thoughts had betrayed her, her body had started responding on its own.

As the slime toyed with her, she kept thinking of her beloved man in her mind in an attempt to defend her spirit.

After continuing like that for a while, the slime stopped moving. Although Satia didn't understand its intention, she caught her breath and—

"Impossible…"

(My… mana…?)

Feeling a weakness different from the languor of orgasm, she lowered her face from where it had been turned skyward to look down at her own body.

Her mana had been absorbed. As a mage, Satia was sensitive to things like that.

(This slime eats mana…?)

On top of that, it made women climax. As far as she was concerned, it was an abominable monster.

Because she'd climaxed, her thoughts were clouded and she struggled to move her numbed body. If all she could do was wait for Alfred to save her, then she would simply have to make sure not to climax again.

However, contrary to her resolve, Satia's body reacted on its own, unconsciously shifting against the tentacles that had stopped stimulating it.

Satia herself didn't notice due to the thick robe that hid her body.

Even so, the slime didn't move. The girl knit her brows in suspicion, but for now all she could do was try to catch her breath as fast as possible.

"Haah… nn, haah…"

As for the slime, it waited for Satia to catch her breath.

The monster that had raped the woman named Frederica understood that the small mage would die if it did the same to her.

That's why it was gentle as it loosened her limbs, slowly taking its time to heat her body up.

And then—

"Kuh—again…"

Once Satia could breathe properly again, the slime resumed moving.

This time it attacked her abdomen, armpits, and nipples all from the start. Having just tasted the pleasure of climax, her body was now susceptible to the stimulation, reacting immediately and going into spasms.

Biting her lip once more, Satia gave up on stopping it and did her best to keep her voice reined in. She bit down hard enough to nearly draw blood, but she couldn't stop the sweet, ragged breaths leaking from the corners of her lips.

She felt bitter toward her own body, convulsing and reacting so strikingly that it almost seemed comical.

It wasn't as though Satia was more sensitive than most. Although one of them was old, it was knowledge the men possessed — her skin had been sensitized by the paralytic poison.

This could be called the combined technique and skill of men long accustomed to dealing with women.

For Satia, who had never been with a man, it was a match she had no chance of winning. The slime knew where to go and what to do to please a woman. This knowledge also came from its experience with Frederica.

Satia didn't know that, but even if she had, she couldn't afford to yield.

Believing that her gentle Goshujin-sama would come to rescue her at any moment, the adorable mage kept on enduring her treatment as if she were a doll. Her thin fingers clawed at empty air, her well-featured face twisted as if in pain, and her untouched groin unconsciously swayed.

No matter how anyone looked at it, her doll-like appearance was incredibly obscene, almost as if it were trying to lure men in.

Paying no attention to any of that, the slime continued to single-mindedly soften the mage's body.

Her convulsions gradually grew more intense, and once the girl was visibly close to her next climax, the slime stopped moving its tentacles.

"Fuu—uu… nn…"

Satia's hips shook vigorously.

But there was nothing there to stimulate her.

Once the girl had shaken her hips several times and finished catching her breath, the slime resumed moving its tentacles.

"H-haaahnnn!"

Her body, denied its climax moments before, immediately blazed back up as heated breaths slipped from her mouth. Satia hurriedly bit her lip to stop them. The mage's mouth, which should have been for chanting spell incantations, had ended up becoming an organ solely for spilling pleasure-filled breaths. It was vexing, but the sense that she couldn't stop it had already taken hold in her chest.

The tentacles that had been caressing her stomach moved around to her backside and began massaging her tender butt.

Satia's eyes widened in surprise for an instant, but she shut them again to resist reacting any further.

As her soft butt was massaged and kneaded, her anus was exposed and pried open.

Satia's cheeks flushed deep crimson from the shame, but she kept her eyes shut and kept resisting by not raising her voice.

This new stimulation drove the mage's body toward another climax. Reacting strongly to it, she could no longer hold back her heated gasps as a coquettish voice slipped from her lips.

"—A-ah."

Just then, the tentacles suddenly stopped moving.

No, they kept massaging her butt as before, but that alone wasn't anywhere near enough.

Grasping the tentacles holding her up with her hands, she braced herself to endure the pleasant stimulation.

Her nipples felt painfully sensitive, rubbing against her dampened robe with every twitch she made. Her hips wouldn't stop convulsing — she was no longer able to do a thing about it by her own will.

The girl's body had only ever known the feel of her own fingers, so her mind couldn't keep up with the rapid developments.

As a result, Satia couldn't grasp the slime's intentions and didn't notice her body's protests. All she could do was give it her all to endure, then catch her breath.

And then—

"Hiiiinnn…"

Once again, the tentacles resumed violating her nipples and armpits. By now, her butt had been reduced to nothing more than a plaything.

This time, the slime — which had unhesitatingly ravished Frederica on and on until she knew nothing but sexual pleasure — gently, ever so gently, almost too gently, softened Satia's small body, as if afraid of breaking her.

Then, when the girl could no longer bear the pleasure and her mouth fell open in panting breaths, the tentacles' movements stopped yet again.

"W-whyyy…?"

This time, both Satia's body and her will had objected to the slime stopping.

Her usually sleepy eyes were teary, her doll-like expressionless face was dyed with pleasure, and the small hands she'd gripped the tentacles with to bear the pleasure now clung to them of her own volition.

She questioned the slime with her mouth, but it gave her no answer. It simply used a new tentacle to roll up her black robe.

"N-no — stooooop…"

She refused with her mouth, but her body would no longer move.

Perhaps it was due to the numbness, or perhaps to her hoping for further stimulation — at this point, Satia didn't even know anymore.

Even her refusal was simply for form's sake.

Her robe was rolled up little by little. The first thing exposed was her dainty white legs, glistening with sweat and the liquids the slime had given off. Next, her white panties came into view, shining in the lantern's flickering light.

It kept rolling up her robe, exposing the abdomen that had been massaged by the tentacles the whole time, and then—

"N-no… way…"

From its place on the ground, the lantern's light lit up her chest, relatively small for her age.

Her chest was coated in the slime's mucus, and with the tentacles wrapped around its pointed tips, it could only be called extremely obscene.

However, that wasn't what made Satia raise her voice.

Her nipples.

Whenever she masturbated, she would always play with them, kneading and softening them with her fingers — one of Satia's sensitive places. That was where her gaze was now fixed.

The things that had only ever grown to about the size of a bean were now swollen as large as the tip of a pinky finger, standing long and stiff.

Seeing her own nipples at a size she couldn't believe even as she looked, she could only stare.

(Eh…? What…?)

"Hyaan!? N-no way!"

Then, as if to prove to her that they really were hers, one of the tentacles pulled at one nipple while another began kneading the other.

She was shown that the pleasure from her own nipples was something she could no longer endure without crying out.

Her body went into convulsions from the stimulation of her nipples alone, and a scream leaked from her lips.

"N-no—sto—nooo!"

What was happening to her right now was entirely different from the masturbation she had done up until now. Two arms, ten fingers. That had been the entirety of the 'sex' Satia knew until now.

But now, with what felt like ten tentacles, there were thin ones like strings, slippery ones like tongues, ones more dexterous than fingers, and something she had only known from books — ones stout and robust as a penis. These tentacles of various thicknesses pleasured Satia.

The more she tried to endure this truly never-before-known stimulation, the more pleasure she was given.

Satia gave up attempting to resist before she'd even realized it: her lips parted, even hotter pants leaked out, and saliva dripped from the mouth she had carelessly left open.

However, even though she had been driven so close to the brink, the black ooze didn't push Satia all the way into ecstasy. Unlike Frederica, this girl had a thin build. Most important was that it had to soften her up — it had to make sure she wouldn't break when she gave birth.

The girl didn't know how long the slime had been teasing her.

"Satia!!"

At that moment — what could be called the worst possible moment — she heard the voice she had prayed for, the voice she had longed to hear this whole time… except for this single moment.

And so—

"No, no no no, nooooo—-Goshujin-sama, don't looook!!"

Raising her voice as if screaming, Satia begged her beloved Goshujin-sama from over her shoulder. This pushed her over the edge — despite the stimulation not being enough, she finally reached her climax.

Her hips shook fiercely and her beautiful silver hair came undone. She just barely managed to pin down her voice by biting down on her lips.

However, the young man who had appeared behind her had seen her butt and back, and how obscene she looked drenched in sweat. That shame became a source of stimulation and excitement for the girl.

"A slime!?"

The same moment the man Alfred had been exploring the cave with raised his voice, the slime extended its tentacles toward the intruders.

They were tentacles several sizes larger than the ones being used to restrain Satia.

Four of them, avoiding Satia, lunged toward the men.

"Kuh!?"

Alfred and the man cut away the tentacles with their swords.

Chopping through the tentacles took tremendous force — enough that the severed tentacles sprayed liquid onto them.

Although Satia had noticed that there was paralytic poison in the tentacles' mucus, having just climaxed, she couldn't call out to warn them.

No, more than that, she was still in a hazy daze, hips trembling in the afterglow of her climax. Teased and teased and finally allowed to come, that climax had been just that deep, that intense.

Coming into contact with the highly concentrated paralytic poison, Alfred and the man collapsed. Immediately afterward, the slime coiled a newly formed tentacle around the man and pulled him into its body.

Now there were three people inside the black ooze's warped body. Alfred bit his lip, wondering if he was next.

… However, unexpectedly, the next attack never came.

"Haah… Haah… Goshujin-sama, run… away…"

"Satia — wait for me!"

Since he couldn't move his body, he immediately began circulating his mana, forming an arrow of raging fire in front of him.

Taking aim so as not to hit Satia, he loosed his magic arrow. A few tentacles were burned away, but the slime negated the arrow with an invisible mana bullet.

"Wha—!?"

"Run, Goshujin-sa—maaa!?"

The moment Alfred shouted in surprise and Satia called out to him, the tentacles' caresses began yet again.

Her master was behind her and couldn't see her exposed chest, but Alfred could imagine what was happening from the tentacles' movements alone. He knew about sex, and it wasn't as though he had no experience in the area.

"Stop it! Son of a bitch!!"

"No, no! —Please, stop! Please!!"

The mage who had been suppressing her voice until now desperately pleaded with the slime.

It no longer mattered what happened to her. She could be killed, ravished, devoured — any of it was fine. But even so… she desperately begged the slime to at least spare her from being toyed with in front of her Goshujin-sama.

"Ple—please! St—p, ah…! G-Goshujin-sama, don—!?"

While one tentacle sucked on her greatly enlarged nipple, the tentacle that had been kneading her bottom began stimulating the puckered hole nestled within.

Even her speech cut off partway from the new sensation as her body convulsed with pleasure. Normally, stimulation to the anus would have triggered immediate disgust, but perhaps because she had been loosened up over so long a time — or perhaps from the influence of the paralytic poison — she didn't feel all that strong a sense of revulsion.

Satia's cries for help echoed through the mine, but the slime did not stop.

"Th—ere!? No… nooo!!"

It was knowledge Satia didn't have. Even a slave would refuse to take sexual pleasure from such an unclean hole, somewhere other than her vagina — all the more so when in front of a beloved man.

She refused, denied, and screamed. Even so, the slime, sparing her not a single thought, continued developing Satia.

It simply went on giving her pleasure, training the doll-like beautiful mage into a body fit to become a mother.

"Stop it—Satia!"

Above all, what hurt her the most was Alfred's voice.

She yearned for him. She desired him. Even though she knew it would be forever unrequited, she still wanted to stay by his side.

She was being violated right in front of someone she loved, and her partner wasn't even human. It was humanity's natural enemy, a monster that should be defeated, even destroyed.

"Uwah—s-stop… it…"

Whether the slime had grown angry at being interrupted, or whether this was simply its true form of caress, there was no telling.

Either way, Satia's slender doll-like limbs went into violent convulsions over and over from the tempestuous stimulation as she climaxed. Her hips shook violently and fluid seeped from her panties even though her labia still hadn't been touched.

"Shit, shit! Oi, Satia, wait for me — I'm coming…"

Although Alfred was trying to force his numbed body to stand, he couldn't manage it even using his sword as a cane.

Just then, the black ooze paused for a moment. It was because Alfred had moved. Alfred was also a mage. He could use magic. That's why the slime had taken precaution and used a concentration of paralytic poison that should have rendered him immobile.

The slime puzzled over it for a moment, but judged that he wasn't a threat right now.

Continuing as before, it decided to send a new tentacle toward a particular place it had been preparing.

The destination of the pinky-sized feeler — the white panties soaked with secretions.

"Plea… enough, stop…"

Large tears spilled from Satia's eyes and sobs began to come from her mouth.

Just being caressed by the slime was already her limit, but now she had been seen in this state by her beloved, and soon it would take her chastity.

Something like that would be hard for anyone to bear. But even so, her spirit hadn't broken. Her beloved was behind her.

Knowing that Alfred would be next after her, Satia thought that if she could just buy time, she might be able to save him.

Hazy from her climax, with her thinking clouded by lust, she was able to grasp at least that much.

—But even so, she couldn't help feeling the fear and despair of her chastity being taken.

"Hiii!!"

The new tentacle pushed inside her panties.

Making its way past her sparse pubic hair, it found its destination and—

"Hyaan!?"

The tentacle latched onto Satia's most secret spot, a place even she herself hesitated to touch when masturbating.

Her clitoris.

Her eyes, which had been clouded by despair, opened wide as her body reacted of its own accord to the thunderous stimulation coursing through her.

Guided by the tentacles, her hips pushed forward. The girl's previously limp, open hands defied her will and gripped the tentacles in an attempt to bear the pleasure.

Even that wasn't enough. Forced into another climax, she was struck by a sensation as if her vision had flashed white before her.

Her eyes were open wide, but she couldn't see at all. She was having trouble breathing, and it felt like her heart was about to burst from its frantic pounding.

"Satia! Satia!!"

"Do—don't… —n't look!!"

She was going to die. Not as a metaphor — she was really going to be killed by the pleasure.

As soon as that thought surfaced in her mind, the girl came again.

And then…

"Hiin!? Ah, hyaaah!?"

The hood of her clitoris, Satia's final fortress, was swiftly stripped away, and her incredibly sensitive pearl of flesh made its appearance.

This was a flesh color yet to be defiled by anyone. Even coated in her own love juice and the black ooze's mucus, it could still be called beautiful. It was barely the size of a pinky fingertip, this adorable little point, yet it was by far the silver-haired mage's greatest weak spot. Simply being wrapped and rolled by the tentacles sent pleasure coursing through Satia's whole body.

"—!? —-!!"

Unable to even use her voice, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain made her tear up and do nothing but tremble.

The tentacles kept massaging her nipples and clitoris at the same time, driving her climaxing body to tremble even more violently. In the short time since Alfred arrived, this vicious cycle had completely turned Satia's body into that of a woman.

Where her panties had already been pushed aside — even though nothing had been done to that place, even though she was supposed to be a virgin — her labia were already slightly parted.

Dripping with secretions, it was an obscene hole that beckoned to men despite having never known one. Satia, stupefied by pleasure, weakly shook her head to show her unwillingness.

"—nwooo…"

Her voice was painfully weak. Anyone could tell from her voice alone just how exhausted she was.

Not that it had any intention of granting her wish… The slime exposed that obscene hole to the human man.

Dexterously manipulating its tentacles, it moved the still-hanging Satia.

"Eh…?"

Neither Satia nor Alfred could grasp its intentions.

In Alfred's line of sight was Satia's… obscenely bloomed bud. Not the slime's mucus but love juice welling up from deep within her own womb glistened wetly in the lantern's light.

 

 

"Nooo… Goshujin-shama, don' look…"

"Kuh—!"

With her tongue numbed by climax, she couldn't even produce her usual quiet voice properly.

However, the doll-like Satia was, as was appropriate for her age, embarrassed, and Alfred quickly averted his gaze. Even so, the image of that lewd liquid dripping from her remained burned into his mind.

He was a man too, and things had been building up over the course of their journey, so his lower half reacted even in this emergency.

Above all, he knew Satia well; she was someone with a doll-like countenance who rarely showed her emotions. And he had just seen someone like that climax over and over, her face dyed with both pleasure and embarrassment.

No man wouldn't react to a sight like that.

"S-stop it—!"

A tentacle moved, flipping Alfred onto his back.

He tried to struggle so she wouldn't see his reaction, but with the poison affecting him, his body wouldn't move properly at all.

"Ah, uuu…"

"S-Satia, this is…"

However, the part between his thighs had already swollen and was visible through his thick trousers.

Satia only knew about it secondhand, but she knew what it meant, and her heart throbbed from something other than the pleasure.

"Goshu… jin… shama…"

"Kuh—"

Her lust-clouded eyes grew blurred from another emotion.

Meanwhile, the slime skillfully stripped off the man's — Alfred's trousers, exposing his penis. The movement was mechanical, devoid of any feeling whatsoever, but that didn't matter to Satia.

"Big… looks, painful…"

Gulp.

Satia swallowed her saliva.

Her body and mind both wholeheartedly desired her beloved man.

She had thought her chastity might be stolen by the monster's tentacles, but perhaps—

As those maiden-like thoughts flashed through Satia's mind, her body was carried over the man. Her petite figure glistened from the slime's mucus and her own perspiration — a small body whose nipples and clitoris had been thoroughly toyed with by tentacles.

The hole no one had violated grew ever closer to her beloved's… to her beloved's thing that she eagerly awaited.

They touched.

"Alfred… sama, will… it hurt?"

"Satia, sorry…"

Was that apology for being unable to protect her?

Was it for what was about to happen next?

Either way, Satia didn't mind. She shook her head.

"If it's Goshujin-sama…"

His hard, curved glans pressed itself against her entrance.

Satia's holy ground, untrespassed by anyone, was small. It wasn't yet developed enough to take the youth in his entirety.

Even though she had loosened up from being forced to climax so many times, she and Alfred had vastly different builds.

Ignoring all of that, gravity pressed down on her vagina to forcibly take the man's penis all the way to the base.

Alfred felt as if he had broken through a certain resistance as Satia felt a firm, intense heat plunge into her vagina.

He couldn't endure that supreme pressure and lascivious wetness after several days of accumulated buildup.

He ejaculated deep inside Satia before he even had a chance to begin steeling his will. And Satia, despite having been loosened by all those forced climaxes, let tears fall onto the young man's face from the overwhelming pain.

However, her tears weren't only due to the pain. Even though it had happened like this, she was able to engrave a joy she had always thought she'd never have into her body.

The pain of losing her virginity and the warm semen gushing into her satisfied her heart.

Violating Satia's small vagina, the heat that struck even against the entrance to the womb beyond filled not her carnal desires, but her heart.

"A-aah… s-so much…"

Happiness bloomed in her chest. Because she knew this was it, this miracle was—

"Aahn."

The next instant, the tentacles lifted her away from the youth.

"… Eh?"

Then, where the youth's manhood had been moments before, tentacles somewhat thinner than his swarmed.

Her mind, filled with happiness only a moment before, froze.

"No…"

She panicked, struggling to break free.

Into the place now filled with her Goshujin-sama's, her beloved's, her Alfred-sama's seed — this time, the tentacle of that hateful monster was thrust in.

"Nooo!! No, no!! Please, stop! That's Alfred-sama's—!!"

Even so, the tentacle kept drilling further in as if to plug her up, then went still.

—However, even without moving, there was something it could do.

"Absorbing!? No, what!? What are you!? Don't, don't absorb it!!"

Satia's fluids, as well as…

"That's—Alfred-sama's!? Mine and Alfred-sama's!!"

It was absorbing the man's semen.

The black ooze was a mutant that converted whatever it absorbed into its own abilities. This was something the slime understood.

Because it understood that, it knew that it needed a young, strong male.

Satia's wishes had nothing to do with it. Satia and the man's relationship was entirely irrelevant.

And so, having gotten the semen it wanted, the slime extended a tentacle toward the man — now unable to move from the highly concentrated paralytic poison coursing through him.

This time, to gain the man's knowledge of magic. Right before Satia's eyes, Alfred's head was covered in a viscous liquid. Whoever they were, any human needed to breathe in order to live.

However, with his mouth, his nose — his entire head covered, breathing was impossible. His paralytic-poisoned body began to convulse in its death throes.

As for Satia — even while being held in the air by tentacles, even while her vagina was being penetrated by a tentacle, even while her entire body was being caressed… she was forced to witness it.

"No, stop, stoooop—-NOOOOOOOO!!"

The doll's shriek echoed through the mine.

However… something like that was of no concern to the black ooze.