Don't Step on Me... Ah! ♥
"Ngh, ah...!?♥"
The moment my stomach was stepped on, I felt the slime sliding out of my body in real-time, accompanied by a deeply unpleasant sensation akin to excretion.
Before the embarrassment could even register, it was slipping out so rapidly that I genuinely feared I might lose control of my bowels.
If that happens, I'm seriously going to kill myself. Even if I can't die, I'll find a way.
"Haaah...!♥ Ah...!♥ N-ngh...!♥"
"You don't have to force yourself to hold back your groans out of embarrassment. It's perfectly normal."
Even if I tried to hold them back, the moans leaked out anyway.
No matter how painful it was, my body was currently so sensitive—as if drenched in aphrodisiacs—that simply excreting the slime from my backside sent me spiraling into an involuntary orgasm.
But my moans weren't the main issue right now.
The squelching, shameful sounds of the slime being expelled echoed through the air, and that alone was enough to bring me to the verge of tears.
"...Just how much did you let inside you?"
Who the hell would do this on purpose?! I wanted to snap back, but even a three-second reflection left me with no defense.
Covering my face with both hands, I continued to discharge the slime. Out of sheer mortification, my stomach muscles involuntarily tensed, blocking the flow, before I realized my mistake and forced myself to relax again.
But seriously, when you're subjected to something like this, you can't help but tense up.
"......"
"Stop, please stop...♥ I'll... I'll take care of the rest myself...♥"
In contrast to the nun, who had gone from talkative to dead silent, my moans showed no signs of stopping. Despite my pleading, the pressure on my stomach didn't lessen in the slightest.
I couldn't tell if a minute felt like ten, or ten minutes felt like one.
Glancing down, I saw the massive heaps of slime that had gushed from my body spreading across the ground in real-time.
"...There, that should be all of it."
"Haaah... N-ngh...♥"
Unlike before, when it was grotesquely bloated, my stomach had visibly flattened.
Completely drained of strength, I collapsed onto the ground. The nun squatted down beside me.
I can see her black panties.
The fact that her underwear caught my eye before the sheer embarrassment of lying stark naked in front of a stranger meant I was losing my mind.
Then again, she'd already seen me at my absolute worst, so what did it matter now?
"We can't get it all out this way. Normally, we'd head straight to a nearby village for treatment, but since it's quite a distance, we'll have to finish it here."
Wait, she didn't realize I was staring at her panties, did she?
"N-no, it's fine. I can handle the rest..."
"Handle it how?"
I had no answer.
"I have to reach inside directly."
"I have some urgent business to attend to..."
"Unless you plan on doing that business in the afterlife, stay still."
Maybe it would've been better to just drown inside the slime and let it spit me out.
I had already thrown up so much earlier, but now the sheer dread was making me nauseous all over again.
"It'll be better than before. Probably."
The nun forced me onto all fours, and then, without hesitation—
"Aaargh...!!"
I managed to hold back the scream as her hand slid deep inside me, but I couldn't stop the tears from welling up.
Even though my body's pain receptors were somewhat dulled, I wasn't lying when I said it felt as agonizing as having my arm severed.
Wait... ugh... didn't you say... you wouldn't... stick your arm in...?!
"Stay still. My hand is inside you—if you move, it'll end badly, okay?"
I buried my face in the dirt and gritted my teeth, enduring the torment. Fortunately, this madness didn't last long.
"You said... you wouldn't... put your hand in..."
"I didn't go up to my elbow, did I? Be glad we got most of it out with my foot first, or it would've been much worse. Aside from the soreness from the extraction, how do you feel? Any stinging, scratching, or itching?"
"Mmm... I think I'm okay."
I patted and stroked various parts of my body to check. Surprisingly, nothing felt particularly injured.
Except for the fact that I still felt slightly aroused.
"Ah."
"?"
Spotting the intact remains of the slime, I hurriedly pulled a pouch from my bag and began stuffing the gelatinous mass inside.
I had killed slimes plenty of times before, but this was my first time handling one so intimately. It felt surprisingly pleasant to the touch.
I was well aware of my current nudity, but if something went wrong and I had to hunt another one, that would be a true disaster.
"At least put some clothes on first."
"Thank you."
Anyone looking at me right now would think I'm a total lunatic.
The nun, who had been cautiously reading my expression, squatted down beside me and began gathering the slime with her gloved hands.
"It's fine, I'll do it."
"No, I don't know what you plan to do with this, but it would look even weirder for me to just stand by and watch a patient scoop up slime."
Now that I looked closer, she was even shorter than Meria.
Meria wasn't exactly short, but this girl was tiny.
Meria was cute, but her face leaned more toward beautiful, with her actions being the cute part. This nun, however, had an inherently adorable face.
Ah, she reminds me of Lord Eral.
"What are you planning to do with this anyway?"
It was a long story. Where should I even begin?
"I'm going to make a sword."
"A sword?"
Maybe I skipped too many details. She stopped gathering the slime and stared blankly at me.
"I commissioned a dwarf, and he told me to bring him a slime so he could make something special."
"Ah, oh? Is there a dwarven village nearby?"
"If you walk quite a bit to the north."
"Are you traveling all alone? That's dangerous."
"Yes. I have something to rely on."
She goes from energetic to quiet, then chatty again. Her mood swings are all over the place.
I wasn't particularly social or talkative, so our conversation didn't stretch very long.
I usually preferred to keep my words to a minimum. I only became close with Meria because she had approached me with overwhelming enthusiasm.
"I haven't even told you my name yet. I'm Helien. And the sharp-eyed, white-haired girl you saw earlier is Luremir."
"I'm Syaruen."
Having stuffed the pouch full of slime, I stood up. Because of the height difference between me and the petite nun, I only now realized how small her clothes actually were on me.
It was a black habit that should have reached down to her calves, but on me, it barely covered my thighs, ending well above my knees.
And this split, animal-ear-like ornament on the headpiece kept swaying every time I turned my head, which was incredibly distracting.
"Let's head to the nearby village together. You can't really go back in that outfit, can you? There won't be anywhere to buy clothes around here either."
"No, the blacksmith is waiting for me. I don't have any way to contact him, so delaying it until tomorrow isn't an option."
"Ah..."
She looked visibly dejected. Why, though?
Still, even though I said it was impossible, I didn't have any spare clothes. What was I supposed to do?
It would take a full two days to walk to the nearest village. The dwarf would have to wait, but did I have a choice?
He might think I died. It wasn't out of some noble desire to avoid causing worry, but rather my principle of keeping promises. Still, in this state...
Just as I was about to speak, my mind shifted, and then shifted again.
"Could I ask you to accompany me to the dwarven village? I'll compensate you."
I have plenty of money, right?
Sister Adorian had practically forced a heavy pouch of funds onto me, telling me not to worry since it was a mix of her grandmother's inheritance, her parents' wealth, and her own earnings.
"Sure, let me go ask! Luremir!"
The tiny nun scurried off again, disappearing from view.
Wait, holy shit. She's not a minor, is she?
There were very rare cases of kids setting out on adventures at seventeen or eighteen. She wasn't alone, but... Ah, is that why she's with the silver-haired girl? Are they sisters?
Their hair colors were similar, after all.
"She said yes!"
Thank goodness.
"The dwarven village? That works out perfectly. I used this spear a while ago, and it's about time I had it maintained anyway. I'm Luremir."
"I'm Syaruen."
I lost count of how many times I've introduced myself recently. I felt like writing my name on a sign and hanging it around my neck.
"Here, my clothes should fit you well enough. Though it might be a bit tight around the chest?"
"Thank you. I'm sure it'll be fine."
I took the clothes and struggled to put them on behind a tree...
It's a bit tight.
To be precise, it wasn't just tight; my breasts protruded so much that the fabric couldn't even touch my torso, draping over them like a curtain and leaving a gaping space underneath.
The outfit was long enough to reach below my navel, but it still felt incredibly drafty.
"Here is your habit."
"No, you can keep wearing it until we arrive. You've pushed your body to its limits, so you need to stay warm. Besides, it looks good on you."
I had worn a habit a few times before, but those had been white. This black one felt incredibly awkward.