Should It Be Plush? The Slime Bed Delivery
Should it be nice and squishy?
The unexpected visitors turned out to be the workers here to install the bed. After an awkward greeting and asking them to wait just a moment, I headed upstairs to the bedroom to wake the still-sleeping Cecil.
There she was, curled up and sleeping soundly. Even though her face was the same as always, she looked exhausted—or was that just my imagination? I gently shook her shoulder, and her closed eyes fluttered open, revealing those blood-red ruby eyes.
"Asha-nim…?"
"Sleep well? Sorry to wake you in the middle of it, but… let's get up for a bit."
"Yesss…."
Still groggy with sleep, Cecil beamed at me and clung on, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her scent wafted straight into my nose. She mumbled something in that half-asleep voice of hers.
"Hehe… You're really Asha-nim, right?"
Did she see me in her dream or something?
"What, you think I'm fake?"
"Nooo… I can smell Asha-nim's scent. It's the real Asha-nim…."
I patted the mumbling Cecil's back. She felt warm.
"Yeah, it's the real me, so… let's get up for a sec. The bed's here, and they need to install it."
At that, Cecil's half-lidded eyes snapped wide open. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at her startled, rabbit-like expression.
"A bed!?"
"Y-Yeah, that exciting? Anyway, the installers are here, so could you get up for a bit? You can go back to sleep after it's done."
"Cecil is awake!"
With a voice full of delight, Cecil hopped off the bed and stood on the floor. I instinctively checked if her dress was bulging. …Couldn't be helped. Cecil got morning wood every day. Fortunately, thanks to letting it all out yesterday, it was calm today. No, I mean… she couldn't show up erect to the workers, right? It was huge enough that hiding it was impossible anyway. Of course… if it was erect, I could've just told her to stay in another room until it was over, no big deal.
"Cecil wants to see it quick!"
"Yeah… let's go down. They're waiting outside."
"Yes! Asha-nim!"
She seemed eager to watch the installation, so if it'd been erect and I'd made her hide away… she might've moped around all day. Was this a relief…?
Anyway, I opened the door and let the waiting workers in. They were all burly men. Memories of my days as a man flashed back, and I found myself staring blankly until the lead guy scratched his cheek.
"Uh… where should we take it?"
"…Ah, sorry. Upstairs to the bedroom, please."
They'd had these confident looks on their faces, like they'd misunderstood something, but explaining would've been pointless. Who'd believe a story about turning from man to woman? I had no intention of saying anything anyway.
"Cecil?"
"Yes, Asha-nim."
"…Never mind."
As I guided the workers to the bedroom, Cecil felt unusually close. She was always clingy, but today it was even more so. Our skin brushed, close enough to feel each other's warmth. Puzzled, I called out to her, but her tilted head and questioning expression made me swallow my words.
…Is she just that thrilled about the bed? Probably.
The bedroom wasn't huge, so they'd have to place them side by side. I'd considered Master's advice to clear out a room for it, but it seemed like too much hassle. Well, hassle aside, the bed had arrived way too fast. When I asked the female staffer who'd tagged along unnoticed, she said they'd rushed it because I was the first customer.
…Is this thing even safe? Felt like a guinea pig. Rare in my previous life, but… no guarantees in this one.
Even so… with Cecil sparkling at me from the side, I couldn't bring myself to cancel. Still uneasy, I double-checked with the staffer. But she just repeated "it's fine" like an answering machine. I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously, but she just flashed a sales smile, nothing more.
Pro, alright.
In the end, the slime bed installation wrapped up. The workers vanished quickly, looking busy. Some shot lukewarm glances my way, but a stern look sent them scrambling out the door.
The leftover staffer handed me something like a business card. Reading it, it seemed like a cleaning voucher for the slime bed.
"If you judge the contamination level to be too high, just send that to our company."
"Hm… how high is 'too high' exactly?"
"No fixed number. It's entirely up to the customer's judgment."
…Yeah, definitely scammed.
"What if I skip the aftercare?"
"No danger or anything. But… you'd end up having to buy a whole new expensive bed."
Well, it's a product they sold for money, so probably no real risks. The staffer left after a simple explanation and the voucher—er, aftercare coupon. Nothing much to it: super durable, use it however, send the coupon when it needs maintenance. I'd half-expected a manual thick as a book, so this was a relief.
With the staffer gone, Cecil's red eyes gleamed at me. I smirked inwardly, nodded, and she flashed a huge grin before dashing to the bed with a thud-thud-thud.
Cecil dove straight onto the bed. I worried it might be risky, but no issue. The bed that had squished around her body shape slowly lifted her up. Face-down and floating, she turned her head to me.
"Asha-nim! The bed is amazing! Lie down too!"
So adorable.
"Sure."
Thanks to busting my ass to give Cecil a break, I had some leisure time. I sat on the bed as she suggested. Not as dramatically as Cecil's jump, but my body sank plushly before slowly bouncing back up. Like lying on bouncy, soft jelly that clung perfectly to my form. I stretched out my legs, and Cecil nuzzled her face into my thigh. My thigh sank into the bed under her head's weight.
"C-Cecil?"
"The bed is as soft as Asha-nim's thigh…."
"I-Is it?"
"Yes! Comparing makes it clear!"
No idea why she'd compare those, but… I let it be. After rubbing her cheek a bit, Cecil let out a small yawn, a tear trickling as her eyes drifted shut. Warm breath soon tickled my thigh.
I wiped her stray tear without thinking, stroked her hair once, then lay back fully. It felt like the bed was hugging my whole body. Eyes closed for a moment… and sleep crept in.
If this bed had a name, it'd be Narcotic Slime Bed.
…No way I'd sleep anywhere else now, but… maybe it'll be fine. Rationally, that incident was just a freak accident of coincidences stacked on coincidences.
Basking in the warmth of Cecil's head, the bed's plush support, and sunlight filtering through the curtains, I enjoyed a short nap. Utterly satisfying.
After the bed arrived, my sleep quality somehow improved. Mornings felt refreshing. Guess the psychological barrier of it being slime was the issue—the product itself was flawless. Cecil seemed to feel the same, waking up bright and early. Though there was that minor issue of her being very healthy down there….
The most shocking part of the slime bed was how it handled Cecil's erection even when she slept face-down. Its durability was undeniable. Those mornings were a bit more… intense than others, but I chalked it up to better quality of life.
More importantly, there was research on the Minotaur variant materials and processing them.
The goal was clear: brew a potion to make breasts huge.
To tweak ingredients and find supporting materials, I'd test on myself, but with Cecil around, no problem. Unlike with Alraune, no weird side effects. Ideally, it'd be something that required regular doses of my potions to maintain. Why? So they'd have to keep buying from me. Like those urban legends from my old life about planned obsolescence in electronics, or this slime bed's aftercare.
Materials? Ask Claudia—she'd get it done. Shove enough irresistible cash her way, and it'd be sorted.
"Asha-nim? Something good happen?"
I must've smirked without realizing. Cecil, brewing potions, tilted her head.
"Yeah… a little."
"Really? Cecil's happy too if Asha-nim is!"
"…You're overdoing it."
I glanced at Cecil's beaming smile… and her chest. I ran a mental simulation on how much to grow for perfect balance.