Fizzy Slime Pussy's Tentacle Onslaught
The lubricant of the slime onahole was carbonated.
"Daddy?"
"Instructor?"
In an instant, Hose burst through a rift in space, positioning himself between me and Siriel to mediate.
"Hoo, I assigned my daughter as your dagger instructor because no one else was available, and now you're picking a fight the moment you meet?"
Hose looked at me as he spoke.
"Han Yeoul. I specifically warned you about this yesterday, didn't I? I asked you not to fight with my daughter."
"I had no idea she'd be assigned as our instructor. And Siriel struck first—both the provocation and the insult."
At my words, Hose turned to Siriel with a headache brewing.
"Hoo, Siriel."
"No, Daddy, that's not—"
"Have you ignored everything I've told you time and again? Our traditions may have crumbled long ago, but I begged you not to lose the dignity of an elf."
Siriel glared at me with a wronged expression, making her excuses.
"Han Yeoul, that rude bastard didn't even recognize me and just now brought up that old crap to pick a fight!"
"Haa. Was the provocation from a human not even half your age really that hard to endure, Siriel? Besides, his manner might be rough, but what he said is true, isn't it?"
"In human years, I'm still only 19!"
"Having a mental age younger than your actual years isn't something to brag about, daughter..."
Listening to their father-daughter exchange, I finally cut to the chase.
"Anyway, I'm fine with a spar. But since we have dungeons to clear on weekdays, how about once a week on Saturdays? Clean match, loser accepts the result gracefully?"
"That's exactly what I was going to say. Sounds good."
"...As long as it doesn't turn into an emotional brawl."
Hose had watched Siriel obsess over revenge against Han Yeoul for the past ten years, training relentlessly with a longsword that didn't suit her at all. He worried she'd cause some incident.
"Saturday's the day after tomorrow, then. I'll referee personally. Until then, no fighting—stay put. Both of you, Siriel, Han Yeoul."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Got it, Instructor."
Hose vanished back through a spatial rift, and Siriel headed into the mock dungeon with An Jeong-hwa.
"You said you haven't had any formal training, right? Then today, I'll just teach you the basics."
"Yes! Please take good care of me!"
Confirming the two had entered the mock dungeon, I stepped into one mimicking tomorrow's dungeon environment for some pre-scouting training.
After training ended, I escorted the utterly exhausted An Jeong-hwa—who looked more drained than after a real dungeon run—halfway back.
"S-see you... tomorrow..."
"You're hitting a different dungeon tomorrow, so rest up."
"Nngh..."
Her limp, weary response and wobbly gait made me chuckle despite myself. Still, with that trash stamina, she'd powered through today's full session. Her mental fortitude was definitely pro-hunter level.
Inventory
Back home, I immediately opened my inventory and pulled out the slime onahole. Unfortunately, Brina was still growing and unavailable. She'd started late last night, so probably ready again by morning.
"Guess it's slime hole time today, then."
To trigger the effect of Onahole Absolute Ownership—which required at least one 'use' per day to acquire skills—I summoned the big slime onahole.
-Gurgle??
"Doesn't even speak, huh."
Unlike Brina, intent transmitted directly from the start, but no words—just animal-level intelligence, gurgling away.
"Makes sense. Most monsters are like that anyway."
Talking monsters were named bosses in high-grade dungeons or Tower dwellers. Big slimes were the norm; Brina was the exception.
I closely examined the slime hole's exterior, which I hadn't gotten a good look at in the dungeon thanks to An Jeong-hwa.
Thanks to the big slime's volume, it was huge for a stage-1 handheld onahole—thick mid-large size, about 20cm long and 9cm diameter, too girthy for one hand alone. But the translucent body was ultra-soft and jiggly, not hard, so the thickness felt comfy in one grip.
Body temp was lukewarm—slightly cooler than human.
At the top sat a small orb: the big slime's core.
Looked like a thick, soft-meat onahole for pressure play.
"Time to check out the slime pussy."
Slimes reproduced by fission, no real gender, but onahole meant hole. What kind?
I inspected the bottom eagerly.
"Just a hole?"
Literal round hole at the base of the cylindrical form. Common in commercial onaholes—no disappointment. Shape didn't matter if the inside felt good.
Simple designs often went all-in on performance. Expectations high, I slid a finger in to probe.
-Gurgle?! Gurglegurgle!
The big slime's ego panicked and raged at the intrusion. Ignored it, savoring the wriggling internals.
Pop-pop—
"...Carbonated?"
Lube secreted on entry—shockingly fizzy, like soda bubbles popping. Thin as water compared to Brina's, but viscous enough, and the popping fizz was wildly unique.
Probably from the big slime's acidic mucus and Acid Reinforcement skill, transformed into this carbonated pussy post-onahole conversion.
The walls? Endless tiny tentacles—soft, pea-sized nubs everywhere, delivering soft, multitudinous stimulation to my finger.
Fizz pops filled the gaps in softness. Totally novel texture—never felt anything like it.
Brina's was peak realistic onahole; this was peak concept onahole.
"Fucking awesome."
Carbonated tentacle pussy! And this was stage 1. Stage 2? Brina's stage 3 was hyped, but this slime pussy's potential was insane.
"Ah, gonna fuck the slime pussy...!"
Pants off in a flash, I pressed my rock-hard cock to the entrance.
-Gurgle?! Gurrrrrrgle!!
The big slime, briefly relieved after my finger left, sensed the new approach and tried resisting—but couldn't move. Instinct-only, it spewed acidic mucus defensively.
Drip—
But out came only fizzy lube—from the entrance only, like welcoming my cock.
-Gurgle?
"Whoa, this onahole's got service spirit. Gotta return the favor!"
Feeling the big slime's confusion, Han Yeoul gladly shoved his cock into the slime onahole's welcome.
-GURGLE?!?!?!
Twice as long, several times thicker than a finger—it pierced deep. Core-protecting instinct kicked in; the big slime jiggled wildly to dislodge the foe.
Normally, random tentacle sprays—but as onahole, it manifested differently.
Chyu—chyuruk—
"Whoa?!"
Confined to the pussy, uniform tentacles softly wrapped the cock—then lashed out randomly, stabbing.
Ultra-soft material; tips briefly hardened but just mashed into nub stimulation, no pain. Others slithered up the shaft, wrapping like tentacles.
Blasted by random tentacle assault, Han Yeoul reeled from the unanticipated intensity.
Expected soft, slippery walls with just thickness and fizz—but this? Low-viscosity lube made tentacles glide, each weak alone, but dozens simultaneous? Overwhelming.
"Guh! Wait, hold—!"
Orgasm surged instantly, but no instant cum like first Brina use—he clenched PC muscle with iron will, suppressing it.
Even holding still to recover, tentacles kept attacking, fizz bursting on friction. Han Yeoul gave up enduring—time to counterattack.