Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: 9th Floor. The Worst Humiliation to the Owner?
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9th Floor. The Worst Humiliation for the Owner?
The Slime Onahole, which had become the world's one and only GOAT Golden Slime Blob amid the scattered Blue Slime Blobs, had undergone a massive change in appearance.
Well, given its amorphous nature with no fixed form to begin with, maybe it was more accurate to say it had simply shifted shapes.
At the very least, the default form it took had changed dramatically.
Its upper body resembled the statue of a woman modeled after a mage, but its lower half was like a water balloon mounted on a gimbal, as if standing on legs was still too much.
The legs were ultimately just for show, but the fact that it could now mimic such an intricate shape from a plain droplet mochi was tremendous growth.
'Kya. These specs for real?'
I couldn't help but wonder where that puny slime with its pathetic stats had gone—the 255 Health stood out glaringly.
Taking into account the blessing that gave it superior specs to a basic guardian, this was on par with a sub-boss from some tropical rainforest zone.
Blue Tongue calling it a guardian capable of suppressing the Alraune wasn't hyperbole at all!
Gurgle...
Even mimicking a human form, it apparently still couldn't speak, merely contracting and relaxing the slime comprising its body in a wriggling attempt to communicate something.
"I've never seen a guardian react like this. I was wondering how you planned to claim one, but you had something to rely on after all, human."
"My tolerance is just that wide."
The slime had grown considerably in size.
This thing, once about the size of a slightly large doll, could now envelop me entirely with just its lower half in amorphous form, excluding the human-like upper body.
As I lay back feeling like I was on a plush waterbed, I playfully smacked the slime's surface with my palm for no reason.
Splat!
It registered the elasticity with a sticky sound, rippling with waves.
"So, are we taking down the Flower King right now?"
With the guardian summoned, Blue Tongue grabbed the spear propped nearby—strike while the iron's hot.
"Impatient personality, huh? Hold up. Unfortunately, I can't maintain this thing indefinitely."
"Hm. Is that so?"
"Even as a guardian, it's still my summoned familiar. It requires my magic to sustain."
The slime clung to me as if affirming my words.
Back in its Blue Slime Blob days, it felt like an amorphous puppy nuzzling my head, but now with a transparent body mimicking a woman's form, it felt weird.
Blue Tongue nodded in understanding, slinging the spear over its back and crossing its arms.
"Then when can we set out, human?"
I pondered as I manually peeled off the slime, which had nestled in my arms and begun slowly engulfing my body into itself.
It'd be ideal to head straight to the Alraune's location, but once it started moving from its spot, there was no way to pinpoint it.
If I had a Detection scroll, that'd be different, but sadly neither the goblin's backpack nor the Suspicious Merchant had one.
"How about we rest up solidly today and head out tomorrow? That should give me plenty of time."
Great as the slime's massive upgrade was, Vesha still had a bad matchup against the Alraune, and Kali had zero Fuel.
Plus, I had no intention of fighting a sub-boss when I wasn't in perfect condition.
"Fine. You'll need a place to rest, human. Follow me."
Blue Tongue led me away from the slime's sticky slime assault.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The place Blue Tongue brought me was a large cave on the outskirts—not quite outside the village, but close.
Circular, cleanly and sturdily dug dirt walls and a surprisingly spacious interior. I felt a thrill like sneaking into a secret base built by hyperactive kids with great initiative and craftsmanship as I scanned the dim cave.
"This is...?"
I turned toward Blue Tongue's voice echoing from the dark interior, catching only its reptilian slit eyes gleaming menacingly.
Gulp.
That eerie gaze made me kneel obediently.
"My cave, human. What's wrong? Don't look uncomfortable—relax."
"Customer, need a light? Just 39 GOLD right now."
"...Gimme one."
In the end, the Suspicious Merchant who'd come this far with us pulled out a lamp and hung it from the ceiling.
The unoiled rusty handle creaked with every sway, but soon stabilized, filling the cave with soft light.
Groan...
My lower half involuntarily stirred at the Suspicious Merchant's payment sucking up my unfamiliar GOLD supply.
"Ugh... Can't we do it some other way? Feels like my soul's getting drained."
"Sorry, customer, no other methods I know. Buy more, and who knows—maybe I'll figure something out."
"Nah, pass. Hard pass."
I shoved the Suspicious Merchant—who was eyeing my fat GOLD pouch—away with a palm to the forehead and turned to see Blue Tongue curled up near the entrance.
Tail coiled, batting its big eyes—it clearly had zero intention of leaving.
"Hmph. You planning to stay there the whole time?"
Blue Tongue shot me a look like I'd asked the obvious.
It flicked out its tongue habitually, a brief flash of blue vanishing quickly.
"Obviously. This is my cave."
"Then somewhere else to sleep or...?"
"Unfortunately, the villagers still don't trust humans, so that's tough. And that house is a warehouse for valuables and food—nope."
"..."
I had nothing to say.
I'd already been naked and ogled for half a day, but I still didn't want to put on a show of refueling my onaholes.
"What is it, human? Embarrassed? We've slept together already—why get shy now?"
"..."
True, we'd camped and slept together on the way back to the village.
But that time, we really just slept—nothing else!
Even if I'd lost to brute strength and become Blue Tongue's living heater against my will, I'd just stayed clothed and dove into deep sleep.
Blue Tongue chuckled with a guttural purr from its throat, amused, but its nonchalance didn't make me feel any better.
Plus, the Suspicious Merchant was right there?
My nerves weren't thick enough for this shady duo.
Squish.
"Huh?"
Blorp.
Was my inner turmoil about the embarrassment the issue? Neurons clashing in a fierce war between 'Just recharge already' and 'No way, not like this'—then something grabbed my arm from behind.
A strong pull sent me tumbling backward, but instead of hard dirt, my head met a cool, squishy jelly sensation.
The slime embracing me from behind began enveloping my body with its slime.
The creepy sensation of my whole body being swallowed made me try prying it off like back in the village center, but my fingers just sank in—puhk—no grip.
And somehow, I felt a single drop of sweat trickle down my cheek.
"H-Hey! What the hell?!"
Gurgle!
I had no idea what it meant, but the slime showed no signs of stopping, engulfing nearly my entire body before slowly passing me through to face it.
My vision filled with golden slime.
Deep inside, a sphere like a core was visible through the transparent body.
Clank—thud.
"Wha."
Even amid my panic at the sudden action, it didn't stop, deftly stripping off my plated armor.
The armor slipped off naturally through its soft body and dropped to the floor.
Disarmed in seconds, I thrashed to escape, but damn, how strong had this slime gotten? I couldn't budge in its slimy grip.
Blue Tongue watched intently from its prone position on the floor, and the Suspicious Merchant leaned against its bag in the corner, mask facing this way.
"Y-You fuckers! Don't just watch—help!"
"Isn't it just playing with you? Doesn't look dangerous, human."
"As the owner, you gotta train your pet yourself, customer."
My fists trembled at their casual bullshit despite my immobility, but unfortunately, the slime's movements were too weird to focus on that.
"Hey! Slime! Wait!"
Squirm?
As if asking 'why?', it paused undressing me halfway and looked at me.
Its sparkling golden face turned sulky like it hated waiting, but it obediently heeded my command.
Small mercy.
"F-First, get off... Mwugh?!"
Golden slime flooded my mouth explosively.
Cold and wet, it filled me up, leaving me unable to issue further orders.
Arms and legs pinned, mouth sealed?
'I'm fucked!'
This crazy slime thinks it's hot shit now and dares rebel against its owner? Filthy bourgeois scum!
I felt Marx's red blood surging from my heart through my veins.
Proletarians of the world, unite!
But ignoring my inner cries, the slime's tendril whisked away the last remnant of my civilized dignity.
'Fuck!'
Drip.
Not blood—a tear trailed down my cheek. Farewell, my purity.
Having lost nonexistent purity, I drowned in sorrow as the two pairs of eyes watching grew starkly vivid.
The slime, delighted for some reason, rubbed its grinning face against my chest, hugging deeper.
Now only my head and dick barely poked out, gasping outside air—I nearly blacked out.
'Getting raped by an onahole! What the fuck!!!'