The Female Knights' Dignity

It was noon on the sixth day since leaving the Royal Capital when the group, led by Fiana, arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain that housed the abandoned mithril mine. Guided by Frederica, she and Fiana headed to the village head's house along with a single male knight and one adventurer.

Given their numbers, it would have been difficult to rest inside the small village, so everyone else made camp just outside it.

A while later, Fiana and the other three finished their discussions with the villagers and returned to help set up the tents. By the time they joined in, the sun had just begun to sink toward the horizon.

Several villagers arrived with meat and alcohol once the expedition had finished setting up camp, offering them as a morale boost for the upcoming monster subjugation.

Accepting their gifts with gratitude, Fiana decided to cook the meat and share the alcohol with everyone.

That night turned into something of a small festival. Even though it had only been about a week, the journey had offered almost no entertainment.

Although monster subjugations came with their share of danger, the group felt relaxed now that they had reached their destination.

Able to drink for the first time in a while, Frederica's mood improved considerably after a few cups.

However, feeling as though Frederica was somehow drawing a line between herself and the other adventurers, Fiana tilted her head to the side.

This was the intuition of the long-lived elves — it wasn't as though she had any definite concern.

Dismissing it as her imagination, Fiana paid it no further mind and went back to nursing her small cup of alcohol.

"Hyaah!?"

Fiana, who'd been pacing herself to avoid getting drunk, let out a startled cry.

Hearing their commander's voice so suddenly, everyone turned to look at her.

"… Sensitive."

"P-p-please don't touch them!"

Visibly amused, Satia stroked Fiana's distinctive long ears with her small fingers.

Her ears, flushed red from the alcohol, twitched as though trying to escape Satia's fingers.

The female commander writhed as though being tickled. It might have been the alcohol's doing, but rather than watching with cheeky grins, the men found her movements somewhat enticing and averted their gazes.

"Mou… are elf ears really that interesting, Satia-san?"

"… No, yours tremble. They look sensitive…"

"—D-do they…?"

Apart from the alcohol, her pale cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and Fiana let out a wry laugh.

Seeing Satia's hands creeping toward her ears once again, Fiana stood up to escape.

"I-I'm going to turn in early."

"… Me too, then."

In her own way, Satia was greedy.

Despite her low social standing and her position as Alfred's slave, she had learned magic for his sake, and — even though she was bad at dealing with people — she had gone around asking the senior adventurers at the guild for the knowledge she needed for adventuring.

For her master's sake, she had learned how to cook and how to fight so that she wouldn't drag him down. Then — so that she could better satisfy her Goshujin-sama, she had set out to deepen her understanding of sensual pleasures.

Seeing Satia rise to follow her, Fiana's cheeks twitched.

When she looked toward Frederica in desperation—

"That girl's going to follow you until she's satisfied!"

Frederica shot her down offhandedly and went right back to her alcohol.

As for the men… given the pink-tinged hopes filling their minds, they wound up glancing back and forth between Fiana and Satia.

They'd been travelling for a week, so they were rather backed up. There was no helping it, but Fiana still cursed them in her mind.

"W-well then… shall we both go to bed?"

"… Definitely."

Unable to escape now that she had said it herself, Fiana left the area with Satia in tow.

Seeing the men's eyes follow them as they left, Alfira scowled at them. Frederica, on the other hand, looked as though she didn't care in the slightest.

"Ahem."

"W-well… let's drink our fill and get some sleep!"

"Y-yeah!"

After enjoying themselves well into the night, the alcohol helped everyone fall into a deep sleep beneath the high moon.

 

*

 

The next morning, Fiana and the rest woke even earlier than the village elders. After packing away their tents and breakfasting on the previous night's leftovers, they began the ascent up the mountain.

With so little traffic now, the mountain trail had grown over with grass and weeds, taxing their stamina just to pass through.

Frederica and Satia rode on a single horse, guiding everyone up the mountain.

The horse had been borrowed from one of the male knights. They had judged it safer to let the two who knew the way lead them.

"How much longer will it take?"

"I think we'll arrive by noon."

The knight walking alongside the adventurers had been the one to ask.

Unlike the comparatively lightly dressed adventurers, he was clad in full plate armor, which made the path extraordinarily taxing for him.

He had trained for marches like this, but his stamina was not infinite.

When Frederica gave her plain answer, he simply continued on in silence.

Just as Frederica had said, they arrived at the entrance to the abandoned mine right as the sun reached its zenith.

Everyone's expressions hardened. The real work began here. Seeing how completely different they looked from the previous night's festivities, Frederica regarded them with cold eyes.

"Now then, the adventurers will begin preparing camp. The rest of us will scout the area."

Once they had finished unloading their baggage near the abandoned mine's entrance, Fiana began issuing orders. Everyone expected the investigation to drag on for some time.

This was based on Frederica's testimony and on the map the village head had given them. Mithril being such a valuable magic metal, excavation had been pushed well past the point of risking collapses for as long as ore could still be found, leaving the mine quite expansive.

After several more months of digging, once not even traces of mithril could be found, the mine was finally abandoned.

Given how deep it had been dug, Fiana judged that it would take them upwards of a week to thoroughly examine the abandoned mine while staying vigilant against monsters.

The other knights and adventurers shared her view — if anything, they expected it would take even longer.

Following Fiana's orders, the adventurers prepared the camp while the knights scouted the surrounding area. Frederica accompanied the knights while Satia stayed with the adventurers.

The two of them considered whether they could find some weakness, or whittle down their numbers even by one, but it wasn't going to be that easy.

As soon as the camp was ready, everyone gathered for lunch. Their meal consisted of dried meat along with some herbs and mushrooms gathered from the mountain trail.

"When you were investigating, did anything stand out?"

Sitting next to Satia, who was nibbling on jerky while absently staring into the flickering fire, Alfira posed the question.

"… There's a lot of dust — and it's dark. It's tiring."

Pulling the dried meat away from her mouth, she said only that much before going back to nibbling on it.

Sensing that the girl had no interest whatsoever in the investigation, Alfira's mouth twitched a little.

"I-is that so…"

Convincing herself that it must be because the girl had only bad memories of this place, she averted her gaze from Satia.

The same went for Frederica.

Frederica was simply staring lazily into the fire.

The adventurers around her called out a few times, but she only gave them vague, noncommittal answers.

"We'll be heading into the mine to start searching now… Frederica-san, Satia-san, will you two be alright?"

Wearing her light armor over what looked like pure white priestly vestments, her long sword at her left hip, Fiana asked them.

The two replied with a nod.

The knights and adventurers were all preparing to begin the investigation as well. Among them was the only other woman besides Fiana — Alfira. Despite being a woman, she was equipped with heavy full-body armor worn over thick black clothing.

The other knights wore similar full-body armor.

"… If there aren't any problems, then we'll be going."

The investigation would be conducted by splitting them into two groups.

Fiana, Alfira, Satia, and half of the adventurers made up the first group.

Frederica, the male knights, and the rest of the adventurers made up the second. In terms of fighting strength, the split was even. Beyond that, the mine's narrow passageways made traveling in one large group impractical.

Nineteen people could pass through well enough, but the passages were too cramped for them all to fight in. Moreover, the enemy was a slime. They couldn't use fire magic in the mine, so once they found it, they would have to lure it out toward the entrance.

For that reason, it was easier to move about in smaller groups. Besides, fighting as one large group would prevent them from properly wielding their swords.

Those were the reasons for splitting their fighting power in half.

For capable combatants, they had Fiana the commander, the newcomer Alfira, and three skilled male knights.

The two mages familiar with the mine, Frederica and Satia, had also been split between the groups.

"It's so freaking dark and dusty in here… it'll feel great when we get back outside."

"Seriously."

Ahead of Frederica, the male adventurers continued forward, exchanging idle complaints.

Two knights led the way while the rest brought up the rear. They had taken this formation to protect the adventurers and Frederica.

The weight and skill of a knight was clearly on a different level from that of an adventurer. The title of 'knight' wasn't something aristocrats could simply buy with money; it was earned through ability, experience, and an aptitude for magic.

Their capabilities far outstripped those of the adventurers. Even if Frederica was a considerable mage by adventurer standards, she only matched the knights in raw magical aptitude.

However, she fell far short when it came to swordplay. Unless she could bring a foe down with a single blow from afar, defeat was a foregone conclusion once the opponent closed the distance.

Watching the knights diligently scan their surroundings, even Frederica gradually grew accustomed to walking through the mine again. She had been living here for around a month already, but she had spent that entire time in the deepest part of the mine — the single spot where sunlight reached.

There, for nearly a full month, she had been violated every single day.

And yet she had been free to escape.

Just as she had left the abandoned mine to bathe, this wasn't her first time outside it. After cleansing her body at the lake at the mountain's foot with Satia, she would always come back to this mine. No — rather than 'come back', it was probably more accurate to say she was 'returning home'.

Her head, her body, her mind, even her soul — they had all come to recognize this dark, gloomy mine as home.

In all of her life until now, and in all that would follow… was there anything else that could give her pleasure to match what that slime had given her?

The first time she left the mine, that was what she had thought. She had thought it, and she had realized.

Even if she ran away, Frederica would return to this mine. It would simply happen.

Even if she regained her pride as a mage or her pride as a human being — she would return to this mine and, once again, be ravished. No, she would return for the sake of being ravished. Of that she was certain.

When she had left the mine that first time and realized this, Frederica had wept. She had cried from the depths of her heart, and kept on crying — even as she cleansed her body so that she could once again receive the Black Ooze's love.

"Frederica, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine～"

A man walking next to her had spoken, but she answered without much thought.

It didn't matter.

Frederica knew what the men thought of her. She knew the way they looked at her, too.

Even so, it didn't matter.

Frederica had long since grown used to the stagnant, dusty air.

(Aah, I'm finally back.)

She thought it from the bottom of her heart.

Since her first time being violated, this was the first time she'd gone two whole days without being ravished. Even half a day's rest was rare; normally she would be caressed all throughout the day and through the night even after she fell asleep.

Her woman's body was kept perpetually aroused, her womb made to throb, held forever in a state ready to bear children.

Her womb violated, her ova violated, she had borne its children. She had quickly grown used to the act she once could only think of with the fear of carrying a monster's child.

Frederica was certain by now that she was simply a monster in human form. She loved a monster, and she would never be able to love a human again.

"Mm—"

One of the knights came to a stop. Following his lead, Frederica and the others also halted, scanning their surroundings.

They didn't sense any mana or presence, but the skilled knight still felt that something was there.

"—A monster that can camouflage itself?"

The knights drew their swords, prompting the adventurers to follow suit and ready themselves as well.

By the time Frederica began gathering her mana, the knights' swords had begun to emit a bright light. Mana lights — mana blades that could cut through a slime's soft body.

At that same moment, a slime about the size of a dog crawled out from behind a rock.

The knights raised their swords to intercept it. The slime crept slowly toward them — and in that instant, another of about the same size dropped from the ceiling.

Two of the knights hastily dodged. Now that their balance had been thrown off, more slimes revealed themselves on the surrounding walls and lashed out with their tentacles.

Even so, the two knights cut them down and recovered their stances. With their armor blocking the paralytic poison, it had no chance to take effect.

"Tch, so many—!"

One of the knights cut through some viscous tentacles to corner a slime. As he raised his sword to swing, the slime seized the opening to strike with another tentacle. However, it was deflected by his shield.

Just as he thought he was about to finish it off, a blow struck him from behind, and he was captured by the very slime he thought he had defeated.

The slime suddenly grew from about the size of a dog to large enough to envelop the armored knight's entire body.

Once enveloped, he had no way to defend against the liquid that made up the slime's body. The paralytic poison-laced mucus seeped through the gaps in his armor and quickly disabled him.

His entire body was submerged in viscous liquid, so he couldn't even breathe. At this rate, he would suffocate within the minute.

"Wha—!?"

Another tentacle seized that moment of distraction to strike at a second knight's helmet, the paralytic poison slipping through the gap to reach his skin.

Unable to withstand the poison's sudden onset, this knight too sank to his knees.

In that moment, the man was crushed by another slime that dropped from the ceiling. With those two thrown into disarray by Frederica's attack, only a single knight remained. The second group had been driven into a corner.

A single touch from a tentacle was enough to paralyze them. Luckily, the adventurers weren't wearing heavy armor — but unluckily, even cutting away the tentacles caused droplets to splash onto them, paralyzing them all the same.

As a result, the only one still safe was the lone knight standing a little distance from Frederica.

He hadn't been captured by a slime, but he had no time to help the adventurers as they quickly succumbed to the paralytic poison.

He retreated carefully, leaving no openings for the tentacles to exploit, focused only on escape. That was all the knight could think about.

"Fufu… are they tasty? You know, that's how your father got so big too."

Frederica lovingly caressed the slime that had captured the first knight.

The color of its mucus, shining faintly in the lantern light, was a burnt brown. This dark brown slime, almost invisible against the cave's gloom — this was a slime that Frederica had birthed.

The knight looked at Frederica caressing the slime with eyes full of disgust, as though witnessing something utterly alien.

"Oi, mage — don't you get that that thing's a monster!"

"?"

At his shout, Frederica glanced at him with a strange look in her eyes — as if she couldn't fathom what he was getting at.

"Yeah, it is."

"What do you mean 'yeah'—that's our enemy!"

She responded casually, head tilted to one side.

She wasn't thinking along the lines of 'because it's a monster and I'm a human'. She genuinely didn't understand what he meant.

"And what of it? Ah… come to think of it, we humans were trying to wipe out the monsters, weren't we?"

Even as she said this, Frederica continued caressing the slime.

Her eyes held love, tenderness — a mother's affection.

"It's alright. Mother here is your ally."

"—So you were corrupted by the monsters? Pitiful."

"Pitiful—? No, you're wrong."

At the knight's words, Frederica smiled — a smile that lit up her whole face.

"I'm blessed — extremely so."

 

At the same time that Frederica was annihilating her knights, Fiana and her group were pressing deeper into the mine.

Fiana led the way, lantern in hand. Alfira and the adventurers advanced behind her, clustering together to protect Satia.

Even though they were taking every possible precaution, their progress was swift.

 

 

"I don't sense any presence or mana… is the slime deeper inside?"

"… …"

Satia felt uneasy at how seamlessly Fiana carried herself, leaving no openings.

She knew what knights were like. While some did flaunt the title without the ability to back it up — there were certainly those who could.

As she had discussed with Frederica, it was possible that the ones coming to the mine this time really were the capable sort. And indeed… the seamlessness and the mana she felt from Fiana were on a completely different level from anyone else Satia had met.

They were greater than Frederica's — greater than Goshujin-sama's.

Though she wasn't particularly tall as a woman went, her presence itself felt enormous.

"Are you alright, Satia-san?"

Noticing that Satia looked tense, Alfira called out to her.

Satia answered with a small nod and kept walking so as not to fall behind.

How much farther would they go? Fiana still seemed to have plenty of stamina, but signs of weariness began to show on Alfira, the adventurers, and Satia.

Their pace began to slow, and the dust and ghostly whispers that hadn't bothered them much before now started to grate.

Satia herself was used to the air here, but the rest of the group was not.

"Should we turn back soon?"

The moment Fiana suggested it—

The elf suddenly drew her sword and stopped in her tracks, looking around. Her sword was clad in mana. Unlike the lantern's light, the pale blue glow centered on her drove back the mine's darkness.

The light's quality and intensity was clearly different from the mana blades wielded by the male knights with Frederica.

"Prepare yourselves. It's just up ahead."

As she spoke, it felt as though the temperature dropped.

No—

(Cold…?)

In fact, it dropped to the point that Satia and the adventurers shivered, their skin breaking out in goosebumps.

Alfira, however, showed no change. She likely already knew Fiana's attribute.

Just as Satia had an affinity for wind and fire, and Frederica could use wind, fire, and earth, every mage had their attributes.

Fiana's was clearly cold. Struck by her mana, a slime about the size of a cow emerged from deeper in the mine.

"A Black Ooze… well, a decent opponent."

She didn't raise her sword, but her gaze on the slime was wary.

Satia took a step backward.

"It's not just one. Don't let your guard down."

At her words, Alfira and the adventurers drew their swords and watched their surroundings.

Their movements looked clumsy next to Fiana's, but their response was quick all the same. Facing the somewhat disorganized adventurers, the Black Ooze ignored Fiana and shot its tentacles toward them.

The tentacles moved at a speed almost too fast for the human eye to follow — yet in the next instant, they were severed by the frozen sword, the cut pieces freezing solid.

With that, it could no longer make use of the paralytic droplets that came as a secondary effect of its attack. Nor could it reabsorb the severed pieces even if it touched them again.

In a cave where they couldn't use fire magic, there was no more effective spell against a slime than this. Once frozen, the creature's liquid was rendered useless.

"It's alright. We'll be fine as long as we stay calm."

Fiana said it without so much as flinching at the tentacles' speed.

Just after she spoke, the Black Ooze's tentacles surged toward her.

Enough tentacles to blot out her field of vision all converged on a single woman, but she cut down most of them and easily dodged the rest.

The female knight leapt, kicking off the rock wall to evade. The front of her robe flared in the air, her beautiful hair dancing.

The tentacles she sliced away fell to the ground, frozen solid by the chill of her mana.

The adventurers were watching Fiana in admiration when deep blue slimes camouflaged as nearby rocks began to move, and they snapped into a circular formation.

"Wasn't there just one!?"

"Don't panic! Leave the big one to Fiana-sama, we can't drag her down!"

One of the adventurers shouted at Satia that this was different from what they'd been told, but Alfira called out to calm him and the others.

Fiana's strength against the giant slime was obvious. They believed that as long as they didn't get in her way, victory was assured.

In truth, even Satia's doll-like expression was tinged with surprise at Fiana's incredible skill.

Alfira stood in front of the adventurers, raising her shield to protect them. The slimes' tentacles came at Alfira, but they were turned aside by her shield and armor.

Sensing how the fight was going, a few more slimes emerged from behind other rocks.

"Satia-san, cover us!!"

(… What should I do?)

Meanwhile, Satia was racking her brain over what to do.

Even if she made a move here, her chances of neutralizing Fiana were exceedingly slim.

The gap in their power was too vast — and yet she had to do something. The thought drove her into a panic.

Unlike Frederica, Satia couldn't use much mana, and her options were limited.

Should she attack Fiana to distract her, or should she try to disable Alfira and the others? As she was weighing this, another slime dropped down onto one of the adventurers.

He had been watching his surroundings, but he hadn't been ready for an attack from above and couldn't react in time. Though he avoided being crushed by dodging to the side, his evasion broke their circular formation.

Surrounded by slimes and now scattered, panic spread among the adventurers.

"Huu—!"

Though Fiana was worried about the adventurers, she had her hands full trying to neutralize the Black Ooze as quickly as possible.

Severing its tentacles, she gradually closed the distance between them. Her progress, however, was slow. The Black Ooze was a monster that had devoured half of the livestock from the village at the mountain's base, along with upwards of twenty men.

As a creature that could convert what it absorbed into its own mass, it had far more mucus at its disposal than its size would suggest — much more than an ordinary Black Ooze.

That was the Black Ooze's greatest weapon against Fiana, and the one way it outstripped her.

Would Fiana freeze the slime's main body in time, or would her stamina give out first?

—That balance steadily tilted in Fiana's favor.

She was a seasoned fighter and gave no opening for carelessness. Her figure, leaping and dodging despite the cave's cramped quarters, was both beautiful and breathtaking.

"… …"

Her one miscalculation, however, was Satia — who was less her enemy than the slime's ally.

Satia picked up one of the severed tentacles left frozen on the ground.

The girl could use fire and wind magic. Her capabilities with them weren't much, but she could still melt the frozen tentacle in her hand in an instant.

"Satia, what are you doing!?"

One of the adventurers noticed what she was doing, but it was already too late.

Immediately after he shouted, the black tentacle shot out from the girl's hand and slammed three adventurers against the wall. It hadn't held back in the slightest, and the rock cracked where they struck. The men died instantly, of course, blood spraying from every orifice.

Though the slime was small enough to fit in her palm, the mass it contained was preposterous.

The tentacle then extended toward the three remaining adventurers and Alfira.

"Satia!?"

Alfira cried out, but she got no response — Satia was already gathering her mana.

"… Wind."

"Kuh!?"

The tentacle from Satia's palm lashed toward Alfira and the three others, but they managed to avoid it this time.

However, a deep blue slime had already aimed its tentacle at the spot where they would dodge. The adventurers, sensing something wrong with their bodies the moment it touched them, fell into deeper confusion.

Alfira's armor protected her, but Satia's wind magic blasted her straight into the rock wall.

She managed to keep from losing consciousness by gritting her teeth, but her body had gone numb from the impact and wasn't responding properly.

Even so, she forced herself to her feet and—

"—Wh… at!?"

Unable to put any strength into her lower body, she sank to the ground — collapsing into a girlish, hip-down sitting position.

Due to the angle she'd been blown back at, she had crushed a slime against the wall with her back.

Satia hadn't escaped unharmed either. The instant she had blown Alfira away, Fiana's own wind magic struck her.

Caught defenseless right after casting her own spell, her small body tumbled across the cave floor like a leaf in the wind before crashing into the rock wall.

Fiana could tell the girl was still alive from the faint twitching of her fingertips, but she didn't appear conscious, nor did she show any sign of trying to get up.

"Satia-san, why!?"

She shouted, but her sword didn't slow in the least.

She positioned herself between Alfira and the swarm of slimes, cutting down every tentacle that reached for them.

 

 

The adventurers had either fainted or were left immobile by the paralytic poison. Unable to resist, they were swallowed one after another by the smaller slimes that crept up to them.

Only sparing the briefest glance at the situation, Fiana turned back to the Black Ooze in frustration.

The tables had turned completely thanks to Satia's interference. Even so, there was still a chance to turn them back.

If Fiana could slay the Black Ooze and the other slimes, it would end here. Threatened by her cold-clad sword, the smaller slimes couldn't approach the two of them.

The only thing she had to worry about was the Black Ooze.

"—Fiana-sama, don't worry about me!"

"Kuh…"

Alfira didn't want to hold Fiana back. If Fiana could fight all out without having to protect her, she could defeat these slimes alone.

(If we weren't holding her back—)

She bit her lip.

A slime about the size of a lizard was crawling toward the knight's feet — a child slime.

The paralysis affecting her lower half was strong, so she hadn't noticed it.

"—! It's still alright! We'll manage somehow, so—"

Fiana said it to reassure her, but something strange was happening to Alfira behind her.

"—!?"

Holding back her voice in the same instant, she covered her mouth with her right hand — the one she could still move.

For a moment, she didn't understand what was happening. But… she was certain that something was on her lower half. She looked down in a panic, yet all she saw was her usual armor.

The small slime had slipped into the knight's armor through its gaps and, inheriting its father's instincts, was struggling to reach the girl's lower half. Feeling something strange brushing against her there even through her clothes and armor, her mind quickly fell into panic.

(What!? What's going on!?)

Alfira's expression was no longer her usual composed one. Startled and confused, she stared down at her lower half.

Still protected behind Fiana, her lower body was being licked by the slime. With her armor and clothes blocking her view, however, Alfira couldn't tell what was happening.

Under such bizarre circumstances, her paralyzed body wouldn't obey her. As she struggled in vain, the slime, pleased that its prey wasn't resisting, advanced toward her genitals without hesitation.

Even though she couldn't put any strength there, her thighs reflexively clenched as the slime slipped into her crotch through the opening of her panties.

Even so, since the slime wasn't a solid object, something like that wasn't enough to stop it.

It gently licked her closed labia.

"Hii—"

(Hiii!? W-wha—-I'm being licked!?)

Her thighs clamped tighter against the revolting sensation. But the slime paid her useless resistance no mind and kept on licking.

Caught in a mix of fear, confusion, and revulsion, Alfira's composure was stripped away. It was a miracle that she managed to hold back her voice and avoid alarming Fiana.

If the paralytic poison hadn't numbed her, she would have torn off her armor to get rid of it.

Exploiting Alfira's confusion, the slime moved on to the next step. While still gently licking up and down her labia, it extended a tentacle toward her modestly hidden clitoris.

The shock arched Alfira's body backwards. Fiana, however, still hadn't noticed — she was occupied with the tentacles.

Watching Fiana fight so desperately from behind her, Alfira did her best to suppress her voice. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

Her labia was being gently licked while her clitoris was stimulated through its hood. Though Alfira was inexperienced in sexual matters, she could grasp the intruder's intent from its actions.

(Stop… stop it…!)

At last, tears spilled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Even so, she kept her voice in, desperately enduring.

Her thighs, which had been trying to crush the slime, shifted without her realizing it. They were now rubbing against it, her waist rocking back and forth slightly.

Her mature, womanly body couldn't help but begin to respond, even amid such bizarre circumstances — and the slime took full advantage.

It wasn't enough to make her juices flow, but it was tantalizing, like foreplay. What stirred within Alfira's body wasn't quite pleasure so much as a building sense of anticipation.

"—, —!"

A faint clanking sound from her armor accompanied Alfira's twitching.

The brave female knight did her best to muffle the noise even as she convulsed, so that Fiana wouldn't notice.

Her labia relaxed and parted slightly as the pleasure built. With her sensitive spots being caressed, her trembling grew more intense.

The muffled sounds escaping past her gritted teeth and the expression on her face suggested pain. Her body's reactions, however, told a different story — pleasure.

She brought her weaker hand up to cover her mouth as her waist gave a great convulsion.

It wasn't as though her breasts or whole body were being stimulated.

Just from the humiliation of her most sensitive spot being teased relentlessly, an indescribable emotion churned within her chest.

Some time passed. The initial confusion had faded, but she kept reciting a phrase in her mind like a curse.

(I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you — I absolutely will not forgive you!!)

Eyes cast downward, she desperately stifled the pleasure as her hatred for the slime grew. She couldn't stand it — an act that disgraced a knight, that disgraced a woman.

That hatred helped her hold back the pleasure, stifling the heavy pants trying to escape her mouth.

"Fuuu—"

She let out a long breath, settling herself. She would endure until Fiana killed the huge slime. All she needed to do was steel herself and hold on.

Beginning to lick upward, the cunning slime went back to teasing her still-hooded clitoris.

It never did the same thing long enough to become monotonous, alternating between her clitoris and her labia so she couldn't grow used to the stimulation.

Even so, this much was within Alfira's expectations.

It could still be called torment, but stimulation of her clitoris and labia was something she could experience with a human partner — a sensation she had felt before.

That was why—

"—!?"

(E-ehhh!?)

The feeling in her lower body was severely dulled by the paralytic poison. This was one reason she had been able to endure as long as she had.

In other words, as her lower body's senses were dulled, so too was the stimulation reaching her.

She had been thrown into confusion by being stimulated under her clothes and armor — not to mention by a monster — but she had managed to weather that confusion well enough.

However—

"Wai — eh!? That's—!"

"Alfira!?"

Without warning, the silent Alfira let out a loud cry.

Her voice was filled with surprise — and panic. She couldn't help it; her instincts as a living being… as a woman, screamed.

Fiana reacted to her voice. It was both sudden and loud. She was concerned that something had happened to her comrade, but she had no time to check.

The Black Ooze's tentacles surged forward — a full ten or twenty of them darting straight for Fiana in an instant. Even so, every one of them was sliced apart and frozen into icy chunks before reaching the elf.

(Hiiii!? That's—that's the wrong spot!!)

The place the slime had slipped into through her slightly parted labia wasn't her vagina — it was the small opening just above it… her urethra.

It wasn't a matter of enduring the pleasure or failing to… Alfira screamed because she was being stimulated in a place she had never prepared for or even imagined.

The soft-bodied slime threaded its body into her tiny, tightly closed hole.

Normally, having one's urethra penetrated would only bring pain. Yet all Alfira felt was the sensation of a foreign object moving inside her, mingled with hatred and fear.

She felt the foreign substance traveling up her urethra in the wrong direction. She felt fear at being sexually attacked by a monster. And more than that — she felt fear that even with her urethra being penetrated, there was no pain.

It was because of the paralytic poison dulling her senses. At least, that was the excuse Alfira gave herself.

"Wha…!? — F-Fia… n-no!?"

Far from being developed, a place that had never been touched in this manner was now in the monster's grasp.

Both of her hands shot reflexively down to her crotch at the utterly alien sensation. The gesture was meaningless, of course. But to Alfira, it had to mean something — otherwise she would feel as though there was nothing at all she could do.

"A-ah, stop—nooo!?"

"Alfira, did something happen!? What—kuh!?"

The female elven knight couldn't miss the tremor in her comrade's voice, but her sword didn't slow in cutting down the slime's tentacles.

She wanted to turn and check on Alfira behind her, but she couldn't. A sense of urgency bloomed in her chest. Watching Fiana begin to rush from behind her, Alfira's already disordered mind fell into even deeper confusion.

This wasn't even her erogenous zones — it was her urethra, a place for excretion, that was being penetrated. The absurdity made her clamp down on her crotch all the harder.

Even so, the slime, now squeezed between her thighs and her hands, simply advanced further into its only path of escape — her urethra.

"Aaaaaaaah."

It wasn't a loud scream so much as a voice of despair, and it carried to Fiana standing directly in front of her.

Tears spilled from Alfira's gallant, strong eyes, and her face flushed red with shame as she pressed down on the slime even harder.

Pushed onward, the slime escaped deeper into her, undulating as though to widen her thin urethra.

Her breaths came shallow and quick. The sound was as if she were enduring pain, yet her expression said something else entirely.

Alfira looked down, her eyes wide as though surprised by something.

"Hah, hah, hah—"

Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she stared downward, her breathing ragged. She looked rather like a dog, though Alfira hadn't realized it.

Not even the slime had noticed the change in the female knight as it continued working on her urethra.

She was still putting what little strength she had into trying to crush the slime, but it kept undulating, working to dilate her urethra further.

How long could such meager resistance last?

Unexpectedly, the undulating slime brushed against a sensitive spot the girl hadn't considered.

It had pressed up against her clitoris from inside her urethra.

"Hiii!?"

Forced out from under its hood, her clitoris was stimulated in a way she had never felt before — pressed against from within.

Frantically trying to close her mouth, she also strained to close her urethra with all her might.

But Alfira already knew that wouldn't be enough to stop the slime.

Even so, the female knight had no choice but to continue her meaningless resistance.

She didn't know what would happen if she stopped resisting — and it was precisely because she didn't know that she was so frightened.

"—on't lose—-I won't loooose!"

Her clenched teeth no longer fit together, her molars clattering. The drool that had been hanging from her lips welled up in an overflow, ran down her neck, and stained her chest.

For its next move, the slime withdrew. The slime that had been pressing forward and widening her urethra suddenly pulled itself back out of its own accord.

"Ah—"

What she felt in that instant was hope and relief — and a faint, faint loneliness, so faint that even she herself didn't notice it.

Then, after pulling out, the slime slid back into her still-widened urethra, advancing much faster than before.

"Hyaaaah!?"

The joining of man and woman. A pleasure fundamentally different from having one's vagina violated by a man.

With her excretory organ being used for sex, an aberrant ecstasy crashed over Alfira.

Hit by a pleasure beyond anything she had ever felt, the female knight couldn't bear it and tilted her face up toward the ceiling.

Her body convulsed where she stood, saliva dribbling from her mouth.

"A, ah—…"

In that moment, the strength she had been using to tighten her urethra left her, and the last shackle holding the slime back vanished.

And so the slime pressed onward inside — all the way to where her urine had pooled.

At that point, there was nothing she could do.

Forced open by the slime, the climaxing Alfira had lost the ability to close her urethra.

As a result—

"H-hyah… n-no—noooo…"

She realized the urine in her bladder was steadily decreasing. She realized it — and realized that it wasn't coming out from where it was supposed to.

"N-no—no way…"

Once she understood what was happening, Alfira's face went pale. It was being absorbed. Her urine… was being absorbed by the slime.

"S-stop!"

She screamed. Yet her voice had already shifted to something more coquettish than anything else. Having drunk her urine, the slime grew a little larger and tried to leave through her urethra again.

This was frightening — frightening because she felt no pain at all. Pain would have been the proper reaction. Normally, a urethra wouldn't be widened anywhere near this much. Conditioned by the slime, it had been widened without pain thanks to the paralytic poison — Alfira's body had been modified.

Unable to close so long as the slime remained inside, she was penetrated all the way to where her urine pooled.

The brilliant female knight understood that fact better than anyone.

"P-please—get out, get ooooout!!!"

Hearing Alfira's desperate cry, Fiana's attention shifted for just a moment. She had finally looked away.

The slime wouldn't miss that opening. Its tentacles seized not the mana-clad blade, but the hand holding it.

"Kuh!"

The magic sword could freeze the mucus tentacles, but what they had latched on to was the elf's wrist itself.

Once caught, a woman's strength alone couldn't break free. Even so, the female knight's expression retained some composure as she tried to drive back the Black Ooze with her mana and overwhelming swordsmanship.

Protected by her gauntlet, the paralytic poison hadn't yet taken effect.

She was worried about Alfira's change in tone, but she would have to repel the slime first before she could do anything else.

As she focused her mana on that end, the temperature around her dropped sharply.

It wasn't visible in the abandoned mine's darkness, but the rock walls began to frost over. The only safe area was the space immediately around Fiana.

This was magic that gave no thought to collateral damage — the kind one wouldn't use with allies nearby. It would freeze the adventurers caught inside the slime as well.

That fact troubled her, but she had no intention of dying, nor of letting the still-living Alfira die.

Fiana chose the only option that could lead to their survival. Even so, something other than the Black Ooze had moved into action before the area froze completely.

It was the piece of the Black Ooze's body that had stuck itself to Alfira's armor. Though separated from the main body, its will was the same.

Tearing itself free from Alfira's armor, it attacked Fiana from behind while she was concentrating on her magic.

"Eh!?"

The first thing she felt was a disgusting sensation on the nape of her neck.

The slick foreign substance slid into Fiana's clothes as though it were running down her neck.

"Eh, wh—what!?"

Her thoughts were thrown into chaos by the revolting sensation, but she managed to keep her magic going.

"Kuh — so this is what happened to Alfira too!"

What a disgusting monster!

Cursing it in her mind, Fiana poured out her mana faster, trying to freeze the slime even a second sooner.

The composure she'd had facing the Black Ooze had already vanished.

She absolutely had to expel this thing as fast as possible.

The slime slid down the elf's back, driven by its sense of purpose. To Fiana, it felt as though she were being licked.

"—!?"

Her body reacted in spite of her, but it couldn't be helped. It was a physiological response.

Settling on that conclusion, Fiana kept up her magic. Pleased that the woman wasn't resisting, the slime licked across her entire back with its whole body, not even bothering to use its paralytic poison.

Pressing against her with its thin tentacles, the slime teased her back in a rhythm.

Fiana's body trembled again and again at its caresses. Each time she trembled, the magic trying to freeze the Black Ooze weakened a little. Even so, she endured by sheer willpower.

The moment she realized it was heading for the breast-supporting undergarment so popular among noblewomen, it tugged on her bra's strings, making her breasts bounce. As the strings were pulled tight enough that the bra no longer fit her overly voluptuous chest, she felt a tightening pressure more than actual pain.

"—Huu… obscene."

Her breaths grew shallow, and she looked oddly lustful as she swallowed back the saliva trying to spill from her mouth. She felt no pleasure. All she felt was disgust.

The willpower in her red eyes as she glared at the Black Ooze was unshaken. Still gripping the sword that was her proof as a knight, the elf drove the slime back bit by bit.

The wave of cold's momentum had lessened somewhat, but it hadn't disappeared.

(If I can just keep enduring—)

The instant Fiana thought that, the slime's movements changed.

Until now it had only been licking her back, but now it shifted. It slipped into her bra, heading for the breasts pressed flat by her armor.

"—!!"

(… What a disgustingly filthy monster!)

Still, Fiana had thought this might happen. She didn't understand why, but this monster wanted to pleasure women.

Alfira had no doubt been blindsided by its unexpected actions. She believed Alfira had simply let her guard down.

That was why Fiana had been able to predict the monster would tease her breasts — and her lower body as well.

—That foresight was what kept her in control of the situation.

"Huu—uu…"

Her abundant breasts, crushed beneath her armor, were being kneaded by the slime.

That wasn't all — the slime also extended its body to tickle her belly and lick her armpits.

She couldn't stop it as long as she was gripping her sword, so she was at its mercy.

Even though she was the one cornering her opponent, she was also the one being tormented. If she so much as glanced down, she would see her breasts swaying and rippling with the slime's movements.

"Kuh—"

At some point her once-tight lips had parted just slightly.

Her breathing was shallow, quick — and heated. Even though she truly did feel disgust toward the slime, it was impossible for her to ignore the stimulation to her breasts.

The mucus kneading her chest and the obscene squelching sound it made were cornering Fiana as well. Her breasts were being violated. The sound alone told her so.

"H-ah—haah… nn."

Swallowing back her saliva, she pushed aside the stimulation rising from her breasts. She had nearly frozen the slime in front of her.

Once she froze it all the way to its core, she would quickly peel the smaller slime off her body and finish it.

That was all.

Holding that thought, she kept her magic going. The slime, however, wasn't going to sit still either.

The soft-bodied creature's movements went beyond what human common sense would call intercourse, and they were steadily driving Fiana — who had little experience in such things — into a corner.

Her breasts were massaged, she was licked, her nipples teased. Owing to her generous bosom she'd experienced many kinds of teasing before, but this slime's torment surpassed every one of them.

Her entire chest was licked at once, her breasts wrapped around at the base and squeezed, all while her nipples were tickled and rolled. If she had still had the presence of mind to notice, she would have seen that the slime was gently massaging her nipples with tentacles about the size of fingers. Never repeating the same teasing for too long, it kept Fiana from growing used to any of it.

"This—nn… even though it's—aaahn… just a monster…!"

If it weren't for the Black Ooze's tentacles, Fiana would surely have already torn off her armor and ripped the trespassing slime away.

By this point, the slime wasn't only licking her breasts — it had also moved to her defenseless navel and the rest of her soft, toned abdomen.

Those spots had never been licked once in her entire life. This unprecedented pleasure built up gradually, bringing the beautiful elf knight ever closer to climax.

(Th—this monster…!)

A pleasant throbbing began to fill her entire body.

The fully matured elf's body writhed as though trying to resist the pleasure. Her hair clung to her forehead with sweat.

Even so, she could still endure — at least, she should have been able to.

"N, fuah!?"

The slime stopped being gentle. It began roughly tormenting her breasts as though trying to crush them.

The gentle massage had softened her breasts, but now they were being handled violently, much like clay being kneaded. They were mashed hard enough to change shape under her armor and clothes, only to try to spring back to their original form a moment later.

Fiana couldn't see it herself, but her cherry-pink nipples were so hard they ached.

And of course, the slime wouldn't overlook such a delicious weak spot—

"H-hiii!? —Uhuaa…"

She almost lost her grip on her sword as she desperately endured the onslaught, fighting to keep her knees from hitting the ground.

Her stance turned pigeon-toed as she struggled to stay upright. Her legs trembled, barely able to support her own weight.

Her scarlet eyes glared at the Black Ooze through tears as she kept her mouth — the one that despised the monster — firmly shut to hold back her panting.

Her long ears flushed red with shame, and yet Fiana resisted it and stayed standing.

(Hah—w-what the!?)

Beyond her tear-blurred eyes, the light flickered and waned.

That she had managed to sustain the magic even in this state was admirable, but even that was reaching its limit.

Her legs that once moved with a dancer's grace were now trembling, no longer capable of any of those nimble movements. Even her dignified expression was warped by pleasure.

"Huu—ah… kuh."

The slime kept violating Fiana's breasts, not holding back in the slightest.

Her kneaded breasts were forced up against her armor hard enough to hurt.

Yet even worse than that—

(My nipples—nip… n-not so violentlyyy!)

Pulled and rolled, they were assaulted so intensely it was as though the slime were trying to tear them off. And yet, even filled with hate, her body could only register it as pleasure.

Her body convulsed every time it attacked her breasts, betraying just how intensely she was being violated. Her eyes were so wet that the Black Ooze before her had blurred.

In the flickering lantern light, the beauty's bewitching gasps echoed in the darkness — a sight that would have made any man swallow hard. But the only thing watching this sight was the slime.

"S-so—i-intense… so, int—"

In a state where it was a miracle she could still stand on her trembling lower half, she absolutely refused to let go of the sword that was her proof as a knight.

Her knightly pride refused to let her give in.

That pride kept her from yielding to the pleasure, and instead it tormented the female elf — carving the pleasure of being violated into her body.

(T-this—slime, even though… it's just… a slime!!!)

Her twin hills, full of proud elasticity, warped left and right and bounced as though dancing, distorting her clothes.

Fiana's breasts — things that ought to have been nothing more than lumps of fat — were drowning her thoughts in pleasure and torturing her.

If it weren't for the Black Ooze's tentacles still coming at her, she probably would have dropped her sword by now.

The slime's torment was skillfully driving the woman mad.

"N-no—stop, please… stop…"

Pleas to stop spilled from her mouth. They had certainly come out unconsciously — they weren't something Fiana wanted to say.

Because a knight must never do something so feeble as surrender to a monster.

Even so, the woman inside Fiana disagreed.

She knew she couldn't take any more. She sensed she wouldn't be able to endure if it went on.

So, to protect the part of her called Fiana, the woman in her unconsciously begged for it to stop.

"… Stop, please—!"

There was still strength in her voice. The slime, however, paid her no heed.

Like milking a cow, it forcibly pulled on her nipples from their bases.

Still licking her navel and armpits — places that had never been touched until today — it lapped up the sweat running down into her cleavage.

"That's… no—"

(This slime…)

Her vagina wasn't even being penetrated. The slime hadn't so much as touched a woman's greatest weakness.

Even so, the convulsions wracking her body only grew more intense as her posture slumped forward.

Still holding her sword — her proof as a knight — her hips thrust out behind her with her feet pigeon-toed inward. Her face was warped with pleasure.

—That was as far as she could go.

(It's so much—more than I…!)

"I-I'm cummiiiiing—-! A-huuu…"

Fiana pitched forward, losing consciousness in the throes of that humiliating climax.

The cold mana she had been gathering scattered.

The Black Ooze's surface was frozen, however, so it couldn't move right away.

Behind Fiana, Alfira kept convulsing as her urethra was penetrated.

Even as Fiana lay unconscious, her breasts continued to be ravished.

Satia was knocked out by Fiana's magic.

And the Black Ooze and the other slimes were turned into lumps of ice.

But no sooner had cracks begun to spread across those lumps than mucus seeped out of them, and the slimes returned to normal in an instant.

To kill a slime completely, simply freezing it wasn't enough. After that, they had to be burned until they evaporated.

—And so the Black Ooze obtained new vessels to bear its young.