Slime's Torment (1)
Morning had dawned. Or rather, it was already afternoon.
Aria sat up, staring blankly into space before rubbing her eyes. How long had it been since she'd last overslept? Beside her, Ashtain sat with a troubled expression.
"……Did you sleep well?"
His cautious tone drew a bitter smile from her. She hadn't wanted him to see this—wiping down her filthy body. After four days of only quick washes, the stress must have built up. That was why she'd taken so long, and why the Hero had caught her in the act. Aria felt ashamed, though she didn't show it outwardly.
"Yes, it's been a while since I slept so soundly."
"……I'm planning to hunt monsters from now on. What will you do?"
Why ask such a thing? Wasn't it only natural for the thread to follow the needle? "I have to go."
"……Right."
He answered with a reluctant look.
* * *
"Haa, haa."
Rough breaths escaped Aria's lips. Ashtain watched her in silence, his expression inorganic, before uttering a single line.
"Your stamina is truly remarkable."
It was an obvious sneer. She wasn't panting because she enjoyed it. Shame flooded her.
"Heuk, heuk. I-I'm sorry, ahh."
Watching the black-haired Saintess stagger, Ashtain let out a sigh. The terrain was rugged. It was the highest mountain in the area, so it was only natural for a first-timer to collapse. Calling it the highest also meant the slopes were steep.
'Still, running out of energy in just thirty minutes seems a bit much.'
Though she wielded Holy Spells freely, the Saintess's basic stamina was woefully lacking. Her collapse had been inevitable. To Ashtain, she was nothing more than dead weight. Regardless of her character, she needed to be useful in combat, didn't she? At this rate, he couldn't expect any meaningful help in battle. Should he send her back?
Ashtain felt an inexplicable unease at the thought of returning this Saintess. If only he hadn't witnessed that sight last night, he wouldn't be feeling this way.
In the end, he stepped in front of the staggering Aria, lowered his posture, and showed her his back.
"Get on."
"……I-I can walk."
Ashtain glanced back at her. His eyes were frightening. Seeing her body stiffen, the Hero clicked his tongue.
"Your eyes and legs are both giving out, yet you claim you can walk just fine."
"J-Just a short rest and I'll be fine!"
"I doubt resting will improve anything."
Aria hung her head low. Even she thought her stamina was pitiful. And yet she had planned to walk all the way back to the cathedral? It was a ridiculous notion.
Ashtain spoke dryly. "More than anything, I can't stand watching this."
"……I-If I get on, I-I'll probably smell of sweat and make you uncomfortable……"
"Stop talking and get on."
Eventually, Aria climbed onto Ashtain's back.
"For a medical kit, you're pretty heavy."
Aria couldn't retort and simply lowered her head. As expected, she was completely useless. Utterly incompetent. Just as her self-deprecating thoughts began to spiral, he stopped walking.
"The weather's gotten colder, so the slime has frozen over."
At Ashtain's words, Aria's body flinched. To her, slimes were monsters with nothing but terrible memories attached.
"W-Where is the slime?"
"Over there."
He pointed in a certain direction. There, a mass of turquoise ice lay frozen.
"Heek."
At her terrified voice, Ashtain raised an eyebrow. "Do you have unpleasant memories involving slimes?"
Unpleasant memories. Of course she did.
"N-No, I don't."
Since it was difficult to explain to him, Aria let her words trail off. Seeing her flustered reaction, Ashtain didn't press further. He worried he might say something that would wound her.
Slime. Like a submarine surfacing from the depths, horrific memories rose to the surface.
* * *
"Ugh."
Aria hung suspended, her arms bound by iron chains. Her toes barely grazed the floor. How had she ended up in this situation? Because she had committed a mistake. Regardless of its severity, the fact that the Saintess had erred was what mattered. Even a trivial fault was still a fault. They did not want the name of Saintess to be tarnished.
Of course, this was merely a flimsy pretext to torment her. A bishop whose name she didn't know lifted Aria's robes up to her waist as she hung pitifully. Her slender waist, plump hips, and hairless, smooth mound were exposed. Admiring the immature slit sealed in a straight line, the bishop marveled. How could it possess such a vivid crimson hue?
A thick male finger brushed past her groin. Squish, squish. After several minutes of manual stimulation, her crotch quickly became drenched.
"Ah!"
The Saintess Aria's sensitivity had greatly improved compared to before. At her honey-sweet moan, the bishop felt blood rush to his lower body. The desire to thrust his fully erect member into this young Saintess's vagina and stir it up welled up, but he restrained himself with remarkable patience. He mustn't do that. Aria was in a position to receive punishment.
The bishop cleared his throat and retrieved the prepared flask. It was larger than a typical flask. No, could it even be called a flask? It was a massive glass container. Large enough to hold at least 10 liters. Inside the container was a blue liquid—not a simple liquid. Its name was slime. An amorphous monster with no fixed form, possessing strong acidity, a terrifying existence that had sent many novice adventurers to their graves. It primarily inhabited dark, damp places and obtained nutrients by decomposing animal carcasses. Since its body was transparent, its interior was visible at a glance, allowing one to occasionally observe the process of humans or animals melting away. Such a sight was cruel and harmful enough to inflict mental trauma.
Of course, the bishop had no intention of feeding the Saintess to the slime in an inhumane manner. This slime had its acidity removed through Holy Spells. The bishop's vile voice pierced Aria's eardrums.
"Do you know what this is, Saintess?"
"……I don't know."
"It's a slime."
At the word "slime," her body trembled faintly. The perceptive girl seemed to have grasped the intent behind bringing this slime.
"N-No, please don't."
Aria shook her head desperately, her body quivering. But the bishop had no intention of letting it pass.
"Wasn't it the Saintess who committed the mistake?"
"I'll make sure this never happens again. Please, please forgive me just this once."
"You should have been careful from the beginning."
Be careful from the beginning? It was an absurd, forced logic. Especially when they had set her up from the start.
"……T-That's ridiculous……"
The moment the bishop confirmed the rebellious glint in Aria's eyes, he wore a sinister smile.
"See? You still refuse to admit it."
He opened the flask's stopper and tilted the spout toward the floor. Glug, glug. The slime began pouring out of the flask. Aria stared at it in terror.
"P-Please stop. I'll do anything! Anything I can do, I'll do it!"
"What I desire is for the Saintess to accept this punishment obediently."
"N-No. I-I might really die."
"People don't die so easily. Moreover, since the Saintess is inherently full of Holy Power, your physical regeneration is quite fast. There's no need to worry about dying from shock."
Aria trembled violently before shouting as if she could no longer endure it.
"Y-You crazy bastard! And you call yourself a priest! Stop this! What did I even do wrong!"
"I believe the Saintess knows better than anyone."
"What? What do I know! I don't know anything! Stop this right now! How much more obedient do I have to be? I did everything you told me to! I followed every order! What the hell are you so dissatisfied with!"
The bishop offered no reply. He merely wore a faint smile. The slime that had completely poured out began slowly moving toward Aria.
"It wouldn't be bad to visit once the Saintess's rebellious spirit has been broken."
Leaving those words behind, the bishop exited the Room of Repentance. Aria watched the blue liquid approaching her with despairing eyes. As mentioned earlier, slimes preferred dark, damp places. There was a part of a woman's body that perfectly suited this slime. The 'vagina.'
Bound Aria could only watch as the slime undulated toward her. Splash, splash.
"Heek."
A cool yet sticky, viscous sensation traveled up her ankle. Since she had just been briefly caressed by the bishop, her body was already heated, making this sensation extremely dangerous.
"……Fuck, why are they doing this to me?"
No one answered her question. The blue liquid climbed from her calf up her knee, then her thigh. It gave her goosebumps. Even without acidity, the liquid carried a strange sense of pressure. It felt as if metal had been liquefied, carrying that weight. Because of this, the more the slime crawled over Aria's body—whose arms were bound by chains—the more excruciating the pain in her wrists became. It felt as though her wrists might snap.
"Agh, s-stop, stop! Please stop! You bastard! Don't come up!"
The slime wouldn't listen to Aria's protests. Not only did it lack the intelligence to do so, but it also desired the comfort it felt from this woman's narrow vaginal opening. Thus, the slime passed her groin and reached her mound.
"Hah!"
The sensation of the labia being rubbed by the liquid alone granted Aria ecstasy. Goosebumps rose all over her body. Sexual pleasure cruelly killed off her brain cells. Even in such a brutal reality, she couldn't resist with a single finger. This reality was utterly lamentable.
The slime tested whether Aria's narrow hole suited it, repeatedly entering and exiting the vaginal entrance. Once this act ended, nearly 10 liters of massive slime would enter inside Aria. Not just her vagina, but her anus as well. Though Aria had experienced the front many times, she had never experienced the back. In a way, she was offering her first experience there to the slime. Feelings of humiliation and terror seized her mind.
"Stop, stop, please stop."
Aria cried out in an urgent voice. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"You think I don't know you're watching from there? I know, I know! So stop even now, please stop! I'll beg, I'll beg like this!"
The slime now began tapping at her anus as well. Aria shuddered at the sensation and spoke.
"I-I'm in so much pain. I feel like I'm really going crazy."
Her cries, bordering on despair, echoed through the Room of Repentance. Still, no answer came.
"I was wrong."
"How much more do I have to beg?"
"I really hate this now, I hate it so much. I don't want to be like this."
"Ugh, sob, please stop."
Even as Aria was on the verge of bursting into tears, they remained silent. Her mind was rapidly collapsing. And then, at some moment—
"Heek!"
As if it had finished its assessment, the slime rapidly entered Aria's vaginal opening.
"Heuk."
It was like a scream from being stabbed by a knife. A painful death cry, like someone who had choked while inhaling sharply.
"Heuk, my stomach, it-it's strange, ahh."
As the liquid relentlessly poured in like a flood, Aria tried to squeeze her legs together in convulsions. However, the slime forcibly spread her legs as if refusing to allow her action. Wide open. Her legs spread in an M-shape and her greatly relaxed vagina from the slime's insertion were laid bare. The vaginal opening, stretched to its limit, looked as if it might tear at any moment.
"Khaaaak."
A moan like she was dying. Aria's eyes rolled back. It seemed shock had set in from excessive pain. But—
Vwooom!
As if refusing to allow escape through unconsciousness, a gentle Holy Spell forcibly awakened her mind. Coming to her senses, Aria trembled violently. As if she could no longer endure, she screamed.
"Stooooop!"
It was a scream so loud it could damage her vocal cords. Panting heavily, she spewed words like a machine gun.
"Stop! It hurts, it hurts. It's tearing. I'm becoming strange, stop. This isn't enjoyable. I-I'm strange. It hurts."
Her words lacked coherence. The pitifully broken Aria gasped for breath while accepting the slime. Watching from outside, the bishop asked Priest Ronin with a reluctant expression.
"Isn't this enough to correct her? If the Saintess breaks at this rate, the responsibility……"
Priest Ronin smiled brightly.
"I'll take it."
The bishop thought that if a demon truly existed, it would wear this kind of smile. Priest Ronin displayed a smile in full bloom to that extent. At that smile, which seemed to gather all human malice, the bishop felt an instinctive revulsion. How could someone wearing a human face drive a child like a daughter to such extremes?
"……Even so, isn't this too much? In the beginning, you said you'd only punish her a little."
Priest Ronin had clearly said that. He would stop once Aria screamed. But look at this situation. Even as she cried and struggled, he was merely standing by. His expression was filled with ecstasy.
"To properly correct the Saintess, this much is necessary, isn't it?"
"……It doesn't look very pleasant. We should really stop now."
Priest Ronin's expression changed completely. It was a face as cold as an endless blade. He softly called the bishop's name.
"Bishop Kardal."
It felt as if a blade had been driven deep into his abdomen—a chilling sensation.
"W-Why are you doing this, Priest Ronin?"
"The correction of the Saintess is something 'I' am in charge of. If you have complaints, please file a formal protest with Cardinal Mavlof."
"……I-I seem to have overstepped my bounds."
Bishop Kardal broke into a cold sweat and fled as if escaping. Priest Ronin suppressed his displeasure and checked the Room of Repentance. The beast-like howls and pleading voices were no longer audible. All that existed was a girl whose front and back holes were both being toyed with by the slime.
"Ah, heuk, it's so full inside……"
Whether her central nervous system had been destroyed or her brain was secreting pleasure-inducing neurotransmitters due to excessive pain, she was raising her voice in ecstasy.
"It hurts, it feels good, it hurts, it feels good, it's strange, my pussy and ass hurt but it feels good. Ehe, hehe, heuk, ugh."
She was breaking down to a pitiful degree. At that sight, Ronin felt unparalleled excitement. Unparalleled pleasure.
"Uweeek."
Vomit spilled from Aria's mouth. Even so, she was smiling. Like a broken doll.
"Heek, ahn, ahn, it hurts! No, I-I don't want to come……"
Beautiful. Ronin sincerely thought so.