03. How to Wash Without Water
03. How to Wash Without Water
Right now, Laila has changed her shape and is covering my lower body.
And she was helping me with my rehabilitation exercises, matching the movements of my muscles.
At first, I only received simple help, like Laila supporting my body with her tentacles or holding my hand.
However, seeing how Laila could freely change her body size and wrap around my body like a blanket when we slept, I came up with an idea.
'At first, I thought it was a good idea...!'
Having Laila wrap around my injured legs and move together with them.
The effect was great, too. In just a few days, I was able to walk or run easily on my own.
But the problem was the embarrassment.
'I don't even have underwear on, so everything touches right down there...!'
Laila's body is surrounded by tentacle mucus. There's no unpleasant dampness; it's warm, comfortable, and cozy on the skin, like wearing a woolen garment.
But feeling that kind of sensation against my private parts naturally makes my face blush.
"Hyaat, hyut, it's okay, Laila. It's not because it hurts."
As I sit on the ground, the mucus brushes against my private parts, and a moan slips out. Hearing that, Laila asks if it hurts, but I just hide my embarrassment and reassure her.
'Stopping now would mean giving up on muscles that are clearly recovering. It's certain that Laila's mucus has healing properties. It's just... it feels like my senses are getting more and more sensitive.'
"Phew.... Shall we call it a day for the exercises here?"
After waking up, I do rehabilitation exercises, wash up, eat, and then explore the labyrinth again. Then I return before the time of the Alteration, check for safety, and go to sleep.
However, there isn't enough water to wash with in the labyrinth.
Usually, during adventures, it's only possible to wipe the body down using wet towels or the like.
'Right now...'
I looked at Laila, who had somehow curled back into a round shape.
When Laila first covered my lower body, I was terrified, thinking I was being violated by a tentacle.
But she was just cleaning up the mess I'd made since I couldn't move, and I thought it was simply for cleanliness.
However, even after I became able to walk, seeing Laila clean up after I relieved myself shocked me and made me stop her.
At that, Laila conveyed the fact that she was growing through my mana.
'It wasn't like we could talk precisely, but...'
Ever since then, I've been leaving cleanliness up to Laila. It's embarrassing, but if a human scent is left behind, who knows when monsters might show up.
"Laila. Shall we wash up now...?"
I folded the tattered cloak I had draped over myself and called Laila.
A scrap of cloth so pathetic it's embarrassing to even call it clothing.
Since there was no way body heat could be protected by something like this, my body was already surrounded by Laila's mucus like underwear.
There wouldn't be any problem with survival even without the rags, but if I went without them, something inside me felt like it would break.
I cast off the shell that had served as a trivial excuse.
Slowly approaching, Laila gently climbs onto my body. Through our touching skin, I can feel her mana.
That unique mana of yours, a mix of my mana and a monster's mana. Today too, I can feel the mana has increased even more than yesterday.
"Huu-sut...."
Feeling your weight climb onto my belly, the anxiety of being stripped bare begins to fade. As I feel a cozy comfort, you reach out your hand to me.
The sweat I shed while exercising touches the tentacles and is wiped away. The old mucus whose mana has faded is wiped clean, and warm new mucus is applied.
"Ha-ut...."
From my belly to my chest, the contact gradually widens. You carefully touch my breasts.
When I moan, you probably think I'm in pain. And you'll wipe even more delicately.
Under that delicate touch, my body becomes even more flushed and sensitive. If I were touching myself, or if it had been rougher, it would have been fine.
I am getting intoxicated by the mana transmitted through my skin and your faint emotions that I can sense.
"Huu-sut...♡"
Before I know it, having finished wiping my upper body, you move downward.
Any woman in her right mind would never surrender her precious parts to a monster.
But I was not in my right mind.
Because in the deepest place of this world, cast away and abandoned by the world, the only thing that existed for me was you.
That is why I allowed you into my deepest parts.
But unlike me, who was so obscene and lewd, you merely stroked me out of pure goodwill.
"Hwaa-ut! Nhn...."
Both my ugly body and my mind are being wiped clean by you.
The woman revered as the hero has now become a slut surrendering her body to a monster. And the monster that took that slut's mana will gradually grow stronger.
But Laila. Even so, I want to believe in you.
That's why I hug you tightly in my arms. Hoping this warm weight never leaves my belly.
"Ha-ut, Laila, please don't you leave me."
Uttering those words that had been in my heart, I trembled and lost consciousness.
When I woke up from my sleep, I felt a sense of emptiness.
Laila's weight that I had felt on top of me was gone, and I was lying there covered in a scrap of cloth.
"Laila?"
Since I had embarrassingly climaxed and collapsed, it seemed she went off to find food first while leaving sleeping me behind.
But.
"It's cold...."
My skin shouldn't be cold thanks to the mucus Laila applied. I curled up and hugged my knees.
I wanted to feel warmth again. I wanted to feel Laila's warm, sweet touch. Because I needed the heat that had been touching me.
I reached my hand down to my private parts. If I comfort myself, will I be able to taste that heat once more?
Having long since forgotten about shame, I spread my legs just like that and brought my finger to my clitoris.
The mucus Laila had applied parted softly at my touch, opening the way.
A lilac scent lingered on my cleanly wiped private parts, softly wrapping around my finger.
"Huu...."
My other hand grabbed my breast and slowly began to massage it. I moved, recalling Laila's gentle touch.
Starting from the outside, gently massaging and moving toward the tip. Then I softly stroked the most sensitive tip.
Even so, the heat was lacking, and my touches gradually grew rougher. The hand that had been lightly massaging now roughly grabbed my breast, and I twisted the sensitive tip with my fingertips until it turned red.
"Hyut, ah...."
Not satisfied even with that, the hand reaching toward my private parts gradually began to move quickly.
Unlike the touch that had devoted itself to cleanliness and healing so as not to harm the sensitive mucous membranes.
Like a beast seeking only pleasure, I persistently targeted a woman's most precious part.
"Heet, Laila...."
What would happen if Laila's tentacles went inside here?
Does Laila really not know anything lewd?
What will you do if you are truly assaulted by Laila?
What if that child was a monster after all? Like the women you saw. What if you too were violated by a monster, became a breeding ground, and your mind broke?
"That... I hate...."
Laila cherished me. There were already plenty of opportunities to target me, eat me, and violate me.
But what if that was aimed at a hero with special mana?
If all of the hero's mana is absorbed and a new Demon King is born, a war with monsters will begin upon the surface once again.
And my beloved parents, and Mari waiting for me in my hometown, will be in danger.
"I'm sorry, ut, Mari... I don't think I can keep my promise."
I said I would return. A filthy me who surrenders her body to tentacles in the labyrinth and comforts herself—you wouldn't welcome me either.
No, would I even be able to return? Karl and his party must have kept the possibility of my survival in mind.
The moment I leave the labyrinth, I might be caught and murdered.
"Hwaang, hyut."
To hide my anxiety about the future, I pressed down on my private parts even more roughly. The legs that Laila had cleaned were already soaked in the love juices I had shed.
"Just a little more.... I'm coming... Ah-ut. Laila...."
My legs tremble, and fluid gushes out from my private parts in a rush.
"Haa-ut!!"
Along with squelching sounds, my hand doesn't stop rubbing my reddened, flushed clitoris.
I could only catch my ragged breath until the fluid flowing out soon stopped and the trembling subsided.
And when I came to my senses.
"Aaaaaack! Have I lost my mind?!!!!"
A wretched sight catches my eyes. The grass Laila brought so I could sleep is drenched in the fluid I spurted out.
The mucus Laila coated me with for my sake is all torn to shreds by my handiwork.
"Hwaaa.... I have to clean this up before Laila comes back!!"
No matter what, I couldn't show her such a shameful sight. With that thought, I got up from my spot.
Only then did my wet body cool down, and I felt the cold.
"Achoo! Ugh, it's cold...."
I hadn't known because I'd never been cold when Laila was taking care of me, but the labyrinth was colder than I thought to be in bare nakedness.
I endured the cold by draping even the tattered rags I had left aside over myself.
At that moment.
A sound that wasn't usually heard from the cavity. The sound of a clear monster.
'Is it a monster? Due to the Alteration, a new monster might have entered this stratum.'
Through the labyrinth's Alteration, things disappear and things are created, and monsters are included among them.
If so, it meant that I had only been lucky so far, and there could be more monsters in this stratum as well.
'Laila is in danger!'
Laila doesn't have much combat ability. If her mana becomes stronger, she might be able to use magic, but right now she's just a tentacle slime with healing abilities.
No, in the first place, can an injured me with no weapon fight a monster barehanded?
'No. I have to do it. For Laila, who saved me.'
"Laila?!!!"
Without even time to fall into worry, Laila's voice came from beyond the cave connected to the chamber.