The Arrogant Aphrodisiac Slime

Glurble?

Slami, whom I hadn't seen in just a day, had grown to Stage 2, her volume noticeably larger. But aside from that, there weren't any striking external changes. If anything, she seemed even rounder and puffier, her color still that same pale blue. Since slimes were amorphous monsters to begin with, it made sense that her growth followed a different path from the norm.

Internally, though, things had changed: her durability had increased with the growth, and she'd gained a new skill called Aphrodisiac Creation.

"Was it because of that aphrodisiac I fed her along with the other slime onahole? I regretted spilling some back then, but it turned out to be a good thing."

An F-rank skill wouldn't produce an aphrodisiac as potent as the original, but since it was now registered as a skill, she could generate it almost indefinitely. A definite win.

The only concern was that Slami, who already had that fizzy tentacle pussy, now had aphrodisiacs too.

Squish?

Glurble! Glub! Glub~

Slami emerged from the inventory in a daze at first, but she quickly spotted me and latched onto my leg.

"Oh? You can move on your own now?"

Slami wobbled her amorphous body, then rolled toward me in a perfect sphere. It was pretty cute, so I picked her up and stroked her.

Glurrr... Gluuur...

Every time my hand touched her, Slami vibrated softly like a contented cat, her pudding-like body quivering. Her lukewarm body temperature felt refreshingly cool against my skin, still hot from using Brina moments ago. Holding her was soothing.

But to Slami, my body heat must've been intense; she wriggled to escape my arms and eventually plopped down below.

Splat—

"Ah, right there, huh."

Glurble!

Slami had landed squarely on my still rock-hard cock. Even her weight couldn't faze it; it stood firm.

She rubbed against it, gurgling happily. No language skills yet, so just gurgles, but I could roughly get the gist. Something like, "Gimme semen!"

Schlurp—

Slami extended tentacles from her hole, wrapping around my cock. At Stage 2, they were thicker, springier, slicker, matching her increased size.

Pop—

Plop—

The fizzy lube dripping from the thicker tentacles fizzed against my skin with a sharp, refreshing tingle.

"Not even soda, and the fizz feels even stronger now?"

Seemed like her Stage 2 changes had poured into the tentacles and fizzy lube.

Checking the system confirmed Slami's updated status at Stage 2.

Definitely different from Brina's Stage 2 growth. In summary, overall performance boosted, plus the new Aphrodisiac Creation skill. Slimes were theorized as a race created for monsters' sexual needs, so as a true onahole, her growth diverged from standard ones.

As if proving the intelligence boost, Slami started acting unusually clever.

Her tentacles, dripping fizzy lube, multiplied and coiled around my cock's base in layers for a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠firm grip. With that leverage, she hoisted her body up using just tentacle strength, aligning her onahole hole with my glans.

Glub? Glurrr??

A thought transmitted: "Can I eat this?"

Her attitude—treating my cock like a semen dispenser—was downright insolent.

"Eat? You're the one getting eaten here."

Glub?

"You're the only one eating around here, Slami."

Squish!

Glurrble?!

Before she could insert me herself, I grabbed her soft body and thrust in.

Shaaa—

Plop-pop—

As my cock entered, the tentacles inside thrashed in welcome. The pooled lube's fizz exploded on contact, like popping the cap on a shaken soda bottle.

"Nghhh...! That's tingly!"

Glurble? Glub~!

Schlurp—

Schlup—

Startled at first by the sudden entry, Slami quickly settled into satisfaction, tentacles wriggling excitedly to cling all over.

I savored the slick texture of the wrapping tentacle nubs and pounded into her fizzy tentacle pussy.

Schlup—

Squelch—

Schlurp—

"Nguh~ Hmm.... Huh...? Hnn...?"

My hand slowed as I shook her. Something felt... off.

The stimulation wasn't weak. Definitely more intense than Stage 1. But after Brina's exquisite throat and mouth pussies? Or maybe because I'd already cum twice? The fizz was still fresh, but not as shockingly electric as before. The soft tentacle pussy's stimulation didn't hit hard either.

Its signature—endless buildup of gentle nubs—wasn't enough for my cock, threshold raised by Brina, to register as real pleasure.

Even as I used her fizzy tentacle pussy, my erection started softening.

Glub?! Glurrble!!

Slami reacted sharply to my fading hardness. Furious that the fluids in the human meat rod were retreating despite her tentacles' embrace.

She had more, stronger tentacles now—should be stimulating more than last time. Why no reaction? With her budding intelligence from growth, she pondered and found an answer.

Glurrble!!

"Whoa? What the—suddenly it feels so gooood?!"

Glub! Glub!

Schluuuurp—

Squelch—

Squelch—

My numb cock's sensitivity spiked like my first time. Thanks to my Unique Authority Onahole Master, I knew instantly what she'd done.

"Spraying aphrodisiac on my dick?!"

I'd planned to use it later myself—never imagined she'd turn it on me. Onahole Absolute Dominion prevented harm, but pleasure was exempt, apparently.

Glub~ Glub~

Ignoring my shock, Slami gleefully serviced my re-hardened cock. Drawing on last time, she coiled tentacles in peristaltic waves while two probed and massaged ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my balls.

Squish—

Squissssh—

Squish—

Schlurp—

"Guhk...! This is...!"

My enhanced stamina kept me sane amid her milking, but her cheeky attitude grated. That smug, victory-assured focus on extraction, ignoring me entirely!

Just satisfying her own hunger—not proper onahole service. An onahole's priority was the master's pleasure. Her fizzy tentacle pussy was great, her initiative fine, but it was all for her gluttony, not service. Especially post-Brina's devotion, the contrast stung.

Slami's impregnation service attitude was straight-up defective.

One thing for a cheeky onahole like her: education.

"Looks like you need some training, huh?"

Glub?