Chapter 8: Cider-Flavored Slime Mumungmumung (1)
No war lasts forever.
Every war ends someday, and as with all wars, what it left behind were winners and losers.
"Tch... Dammit...! If it weren't for the end of the month...!"
Eileya bit down on her lower lip, visibly frustrated, while Mumungmumung looked down at her without a trace of expression. Which of them was the winner and which the loser was perfectly clear.
Though wasn't the true winner me, the guy who'd done absolutely nothing and somehow watched his price skyrocket?
By the end of that bidding war—an economic bloodbath so fierce that just watching from the sidelines made me feel suffocated—Mumungmumung had wrested victory from Eileya. But I was the one who'd stood there cheering silently for whoever happened to win. Didn't that make me the real champion?
The amount Mumungmumung had finally offered was 330,000 won per session.
The conditions remained the same: if I filled the quota of ten finishes, she'd pay double—660,000 won for that one session.
Compared to the original 150,000, the price had more than doubled in a single leap.
No matter how I looked at it, the true victor was me.
Thanks to that, I could understand Release's state of mind perfectly. If earning money through honest work felt this good, how must it feel for Release, with more cash flooding into her account than she could ever spend, without lifting a finger?
Of course she'd want to throw the tedious job of managing a den of Dispensers and sex-crazed non-human whores straight into the trash and just lounge around sucking on honey. It was only natural.
Even as I envied her, the knowledge that if I simply retired her, her entire fortune—pension excluded—would become mine made my motivation burn that much brighter.
Anyway, that was a dream still far off in the future, so I decided to focus on the here and now.
"Now. No more. interruptions."
Clutching her victory, Mumungmumung claimed me as the winner's prize, pulling me by the arm into an embrace. The sensation of her soft, moist breasts pressed against my face came flooding through.
"So. Now. You're mine."
It wasn't just the feel—there was sound too.
The fizzy, crackling hiss of carbonation.
Through her translucent body, I could see tiny bubbles rising and popping inside Mumungmumung. Her face stayed utterly blank, giving nothing away, but apparently she was happy to have beaten Eileya.
Slimes didn't show emotion through facial expressions, then—more through their physical state and changes? Good to know. I made a mental note of it.
"Let's go."
As she said this and started to walk off with me still cradled in her arms, I gave her chest a little poke.
"?"
She froze mid-step, looked down at me, then set me back on the ground and asked:
"Why?"
Her expressionless face asked the question—bloop—and I watched a large bubble well up inside her before popping with a burst.
What on earth was that supposed to mean?
No idea, but I told her anyway.
"I'm really sorry, but could you wait just a moment?"
"Okay. That's. fine."
She granted permission without any fuss, and I gave her a slight bow before walking over to Eileya.
"...What?"
Eileya said, eyeing me. Her wolf tail hung limp and slack between her legs, and I felt an odd, reflexive urge to reach out and touch it.
But this wasn't Ebbi, the friend I'd grown up with at the orphanage. This was a werebeast—a person. Touching her tail without permission would just get me yelled at.
Besides, that wasn't why I was here.
"So, um—I know things went this way today, but please request me again next time. By the way, my number is..."
Unfortunately I'd been sniped by Mumungmumung this round, but it had still come down to a photo finish. You could call it losing by a hair—from the moment the bidding crossed 300,000, Mumungmumung had seemed to be straining herself, hesitant to keep raising.
Either way, even in defeat, Eileya was a premium customer who could drop over six million won for a single session. Sure, half of that had been inflated by a pride war with Mumungmumung, but the bottom line didn't change: she had the money to pay.
Naturally, I couldn't let that slide by.
"Hmph. Fine. You said next time, didn't you? Yes... next time, I'll be watching you..."
Murmuring to herself as she saved the number I gave her, Eileya earned another deep bow from me.
"...Done?"
Mumungmumung, who'd been watching from the side, asked. I nodded.
"Yes, all finished."
The words were barely out of my mouth before she grabbed my hand and pulled.
"Then. Hurry."
It was time to get to work.
The room Mumungmumung dragged me to was, honestly, on a level of luxury no motel I'd ever set foot in could touch. It was the kind of room I'd only ever heard about—like one of those fancy hotels with actual stars attached to the name.
But at its heart, this room existed for one purpose: for Dispensers to be wrung dry by non-humans. And perhaps because of that, it was stocked with things you could never imagine finding in an ordinary hotel.
The scene laid out before my eyes was enough to make me think I'd wandered into an adult toy shop.
Actually, no—even an adult toy shop wouldn't carry a thing like that wooden horse.
Which side was that thing even meant for?
"...What are you doing?"
But my musings didn't last long. Mumungmumung, my generous paying customer, tilted her head at me in puzzlement.
Not coming in? Her expressionless face somehow conveyed the question all the same.
Pushed along by that gaze, I stepped inside.
Despite the touches of luxury and the frankly alarming assortment of equipment, the fundamentals weren't so different from any motel anywhere, which came as something of a relief.
Now then—what was I supposed to do?
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I thought it over.
I knew the answer. Sell my body. That was the job of a Dispenser, or so I'd been told.
But how?
Sex itself—I wasn't inexperienced. I'd had a few relationships. But those were all from before the world went to hell, and all with human girlfriends.
Sex with a non-human—a slime, of all things—was something I'd obviously never done.
How did one even have sex with a slime?
"?"
When I simply stared at her in a daze, Mumungmumung just kept standing there, watching me back. According to Release, these creatures were nothing but sex-crazed perverts with eyes spinning from lust, yet for someone who'd rushed to claim me so urgently, she showed remarkably little complaint about me doing nothing at all.
Or was she complaining?
Impossible to tell, given her complete lack of facial expression.
Still, no bubbles were churning up inside her, and she was quiet, so maybe she genuinely didn't mind. Perhaps she figured that now that we'd come this far, it wouldn't matter if I backed out—though even if I bolted for the door at full sprint, she'd catch me faster than I could run.
Anyway, having thoroughly examined Mumungmumung, my conclusion was this: aside from a few things, she wasn't so different from a human woman.
Well—her whole body did wobble somewhere between liquid and solid, and she was translucent enough that I could vaguely make out what lay beyond her. Her skin carried a faint blue tint, and above all, she tasted like lemon-lime soda.
But set all that aside, and all I saw was an utterly gorgeous woman with enormous breasts.
Her wavy hair—or was it tentacles? Was it even hair? — flowed all the way down to her large bust, just barely covering her areolae and nipples. They looked no different from a human's, except for being a slightly paler shade of blue than the rest of her skin.
But that was all. They hid her nipples, sure, but they couldn't conceal the plush, abundant mounds of flesh spilling out around them. I'd felt those breasts firsthand when she'd held me—the cool yet yielding softness of them, strangely pleasant against my face and arms. Now, up close, they looked like they'd burst if I squeezed them even slightly.
And with a slime, they genuinely might. No wonder—at a glance, they looked exactly like water balloons filled to bursting.
Beyond that, there was the nipped-in waist, an ass as enormous as her breasts, thighs that looked the very picture of health. From the waist down, her form dissolved into that shapeless blob I'd once pictured whenever I thought of slimes—but even granting that, every inch of her was alluring, voluptuous, erotic.
And above all else... my eyes kept drifting to Mumungmumung's pussy, which had been wet from the very beginning.
Being a slime, it was perfectly smooth, without a single hair—and that fact alone made it unbearably erotic.
"Pardon me, but may I touch it?"
Maybe because I'd been staring so long—
"Yeah. That's. fine."
With that answer, Mumungmumung spread her legs to give me easy access. Her slit came into view, plump and juicy, with folds that looked like they'd feel absolutely divine around a cock.
So I reached out and gently parted those folds.
"...Mm."
Was she feeling it? She let out a low sound at the touch. I studied her face for a reaction, then remembered—her face couldn't tell me anything no matter how hard I looked.
So instead of scrutinizing an unreadable face, I decided to examine the pussy itself, properly.
"Hmm..."
Like her exterior, Mumungmumung's pussy looked remarkably similar to a human woman's.
From the bumpy, ridged interior of her canal down to the cute little clit nestled at her entrance.
Except—the hole was incredibly narrow, and the walls were packed with ridges. And like the rest of her body, this pussy was guaranteed to be mind-bendingly soft and clingy.
I wouldn't call myself a premature ejaculator, but I could feel my confidence that I'd blow the instant I sank into this pussy growing by the second.
"May I put a finger in?"
"...Yeah."
She granted that permission just as readily. I gave her a slight nod of thanks and cautiously brushed her entrance with my index finger.
"Haa..."
A second sound, like a sigh escaping her. That settled it. She was definitely feeling it.
Was slime sensitivity similar to a human's? Or was Mumungmumung special? No way to know—but I filed that away too, and carefully slid my index finger inside her.
Sluuurp♡
Her pussy, which had looked like it could barely manage a single finger, accepted mine more smoothly than I'd expected.
And that was where things started.
Squirm, squirm—her inner walls clung to my finger, and then, coiling and uncoiling in turn, began squeezing it mercilessly.
It was a finger, not a cock. There was nothing in there for her to suck out, you know.
But her pussy didn't seem to care one bit, nibbling away at my finger with insistent little sucks.
In any case, one thing was now certain.
This was a legendary pussy.
No—forget legendary. This was a weapon of mass destruction. A killing machine that would wring the cum out of a man the instant his cock entered it.
And I was supposed to put my cock inside that thing.
"Hah... mm... ngh..."
Gently, I dragged my finger around inside her, probing and moving it, watching her reactions. Her expression stayed as blank as ever, but the little sounds escaping her and the soft bubbles rising through her body made it abundantly clear that she was enjoying my touch.
"...Sorry to keep asking, but—"
"Mmm...?"
Good, that confirmed everything.
Schluuuuck♡
"Ah..."
Her pussy clung to my finger as it withdrew, as if reluctant to let it go. I pulled free, stuck the faintly soda-scented finger in my mouth, and sucked.
Yep. Definitely lemon-lime soda flavor.
That was far better than any girlfriend I'd ever had. Whether it was because she was a non-human, or specifically a soda-flavored slime, I couldn't say. Either way—a win.
"What you need is my cum, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you don't care about anything else?"
"Right."
Watching her nod, I asked:
"Then will you do whatever I tell you? It'll help you collect faster."
"...Whatever. I'm told?"
Mumungmumung considered this for a moment, then said:
"What. Should I. do?"
I pressed my lips into a flat line at her reply.
"Turn around."
At my word she obediently rotated, and her enormous ass came into view. I reached out, grabbed a handful, and spread her cheeks apart, revealing her pussy between them.
I pressed my cock—hard and aching since earlier—against her entrance.
Twenty-six centimeters long, fifteen around; even by my own assessment, a monster. And pressing it against Mumungmumung's pussy, the one my index finger had barely fit into, made her look impossibly small.
But I already knew.
That pussy would swallow any cock, no matter how huge, without the slightest trouble—and from the moment it entered, it would wring me dry.
But that was fine.
What Mumungmumung wanted wasn't pleasure. It was semen.
Gripping her hips firmly, I pushed my cock straight into her pussy.
"Hnngh..."
A short moan spilled from Mumungmumung's lips.
My reaction was the opposite—I sucked in a sharp breath.
"Shit..."
Exactly as I'd predicted, the moment I pushed inside, I was buried to the hilt in her pussy as it stretched wide around my monster. But what came after went a little differently than I'd imagined.
Unlike with my finger, her walls clamped down on my cock like they'd gone insane—squelch, squelch—quite literally trying to suck the semen right out of me.
So I decided to give her exactly what she wanted.
"Hnggh...!"
Gripping her hips tight, I yanked her against me and drove my cock as deep as it would go—and without holding anything back, I came.
Spurt, spurt♡
"Hah... mm... aahh... haa..."
Mumungmumung trembled in shuddering waves as she took my load, moaning softly. Her reaction was stronger than when I'd fingered her—stronger even than when my cock had first entered.
And my eyes caught it: deep inside her, in the spot where the head of my cock was surely pressed, her translucent insides were turning a cloudy, milky white.
It was a little fascinating that being a slime let me see all of this with my own eyes—but there was no time to stand around admiring the view.
Aim for the stars, five of them.
Customer satisfaction: 100%.
The instant I finished coming, I started moving my hips again.
"Mmph?! Mm... w-wait, how are you—"
Still rock hard even right after finishing, and now thrusting on top of it—Mumungmumung's voice rang out, surprised.
"I told you, didn't I? Ten consecutive finishes, fully hard."
Somehow I managed to grind my cock against her clinging walls a few more times, but three or four strokes was my limit. The sensation of release came surging back almost immediately, and this time too I seized her hips, shoved myself as deep as I could—
—and came again.
Spurt, spuuurt♡
"Nngh... hnn... ah, haah..."
Her belly was turning cloudy white again, even more than before—the spot I was looking at was technically her back, but whatever.
Watching Mumungmumung fill up with the color of my cum, I moved my hips once more.
"Ohhh... ohh♡ Ohhh...♡"
Her moans were shifting into something unmistakably different now. Deep inside, my still-coming cock was being massaged by her soft, ridged walls as they clung and squeezed, and I spoke against them:
"Now then—eight more to go, customer."