Slami's Cannibal Feast and Forced Growth

That's not for eating! I'd already acquired four skills, excluding Status Window and Inventory. Only two of them were directly useful in combat, but considering that just a week ago I had none at all, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Especially Regeneration—it was an extremely rare skill that few people possessed. Even though its rank was low, it could slowly regenerate severed limbs, making it a skill everyone wanted but was incredibly hard to obtain. It could be acquired from any monster with regenerative abilities, but the drop rate was so abysmal that it wasn't something you could just get whenever you felt like it. With this one skill alone, I no longer had to worry about lingering injuries from wounds.

To think I'd get a regeneration skill from a 10th-grade dungeon... talk about good luck.

I wondered just how far I could grow if I kept extracting skills from dungeon bosses like this. A smile crept across my face unbidden.

An additional function of Onahole Repair had been unlocked. I recalled that both Brina and Slami's status windows had a note in the special remarks section about a semi-permanent drop in maximum durability due to missing original materials.

"Onahole Repair."

Excluding Brina, who was in a growth state immune to external interference, I used my authority only on Slami, whose durability had plummeted and left her utterly exhausted.

Her durability recovered from 3 to 70 using 67mL of semen, then from 80 max durability and current durability using another 160mL, instantly draining Slami's stored 233mL of semen. Plus, with the defects repaired, her rank rose a step from F to E, matching Brina's. Once her full durability was restored via my authority, Slami gurgled happily, regaining her vigor.

No sooner had she perked up than two thin, elongated tentacles emerged from her hole, pistoning like they were giving a handjob in a bizarre tentacle tease(?), demanding my cock.

-Glurp! Glurp!

"Whoa, you're nothing like Brina, huh?"

Brina had only fully submitted to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pleasure after I'd tormented her with even aphrodisiacs, but Slami here was orgasming right from the start, and now that she had her energy back, she was straight-up hunting for dick. It almost made me wonder if I'd turned a slime into some ancient tentacle succubus onahole instead.

"Not today. Enough."

Only after I commanded her firmly with "Enough" did Slami obey, retracting her tentacles back into the hole. I toggled her auto-repair to ON and inspected her closely for changes.

She looks the same on the outside, but she's bouncier now? Maybe because the missing part was her epidermis?

The epidermis of a big slime was something I'd immediately exchanged for cash at the dungeon exchange, so it must've counted as a defect. Since it made up most of a slime's defense, repairing it boosted her max durability significantly. Her onahole body's surface, which had felt thin like vinyl before, now had a thicker, jiggly gelatin texture.

Once Brina finishes growing, I should repair her too.

Considering how she'd been one-eyed and one-armed when we first met, her max durability had probably taken a huge hit.

But what about the rest of these slime onaholes?

Having gotten Regeneration from Slami, I was now at a loss about what to do with the dozens of slime onaholes I'd diligently made and collected in the dungeon. They had no skills, just what seemed to be a slime species trait called Kin Devouring, so they were useless to me. They were inferior versions of Slami anyway, and I wasn't confident I could handle tentacle pussies more intense than hers. The real issue was how to dispose of them.

Stuff 'em in a trash bag and toss 'em?

I considered it briefly, but even as onaholes, slimes were slimes. Who knew what might happen if I just dumped them carelessly? If they ended up in a sewer by chance, we could have a real-life ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Slime Sewer dungeon break.

-Glurp?

Sensing my dilemma, Slami gurgled questioningly.

"Oh?"

Looking at her jogged my memory of the Kin Devouring skill description.

"But they're onaholes... can it even work?"

Now that I thought about it, it was weird. Why did skills and unique abilities still show up in the Status ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Window even after becoming onaholes? I'd assumed it was just for using Onahole Absolute Ownership, but if so, it should've only appeared then—not in the regular Status Window. So maybe they were real, usable skills and abilities?

Reaching that conclusion, I pulled a few slime onaholes from my inventory and ordered Slami.

"Use Kin Devouring and eat them up."

-Gurrgle? Glurp!

I might not have even needed to order her. The moment I took the slime onaholes out, Slami sent me a telepathic urge of I want to eat them.

Touching the immobile Slami's body with a slime onahole, tentacles whipped out from her hole, wrapping it up and dragging it inside her.

"Whoa..."

Fascinated, I watched as I pulled out the slime onaholes one by one from my inventory and fed them to her.

-Glurp! Gloop-gloop! Glurp!

Her joyful intent flooded my mind. Slami absorbed each slime onahole in just 2-3 seconds. Feeding them one by one got tedious, so I just dumped them all out of my inventory onto her.

"Wait, hold on!"

My inventory had been mostly full of slime onaholes, but mixed in was the case with the aphrodisiac syringes, which spilled out onto Slami too.

-Gloop?

Since I'd used one last time and tossed the open case back in, the metal case popped open, and the aphrodisiac syringe got sucked straight into Slami's body amid her frenzy of devouring slime onaholes.

-Glurp! Gloo-rup?

Startled by absorbing a non-slime solid, Slami quickly noticed the unfamiliar liquid inside and slurped it up through the needle's gaps.

"Uh, is that okay?"

It had worked on both Jeon So-young and Brina, so I worried the aphrodisiac might affect Slami too.

-Glurp! Gloop-gloop!

But fortunately, her intent came through as This is tasty! More!.

"No more of that. Damn, I was saving those to use on Brina a few more times... Huh?"

With no more slime onaholes to pull out, I planned to check her status once digestion finished and store her. But after devouring all the slime onaholes, Slami suddenly showed strange reactions.

-Glurp? Gloo-rup?

Even she seemed confused, sending only puzzled intent, until a system message explained.

Right after the system message, Slami, now in forced growth, rounded into a ball and became immune to external interference.

"What the hell is she turning into now?"

I muttered as I stored the spherical Slami in my inventory. I'd thought growth only happened via semen, but unique abilities could trigger it too. That confirmed my hypothesis: onaholes could use skills and abilities.

I was starting to get a vague idea of what they might become as I kept growing them. My authority, Onahole Master (EX), ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠seemed to hold far more boundless potential than I'd imagined.

I need to collect as many onaholes with skills as possible.

That was the conclusion I'd reached.