The Eroded Girl's Memory (1)
‘What, what is this……!!!’
Startled, and only after the shock of something slamming over my face sent me tumbling to the ground, did a sliver of reason return.
When I moved my hands to feel around, a sticky, viscous slime had already coated my face and the whole of my head without leaving a single spot untouched.
Opening my eyes posed no difficulty. Through the transparent flesh of the slime, the laboratory appeared faintly distorted.
I tried to peel the creature away, but whenever I applied force, it simply melted like water and slipped through my fingers. Tearing it off by grabbing it seemed impossible.
“Ugh, ugh, uuurgh……”
Calling out to Naixon for help was never an option. The slime had sealed my nose and mouth completely, so no sound could escape to the outside.
Only the choked, wordless groans that convulsed in my throat echoed uselessly inside my skull, with nowhere to go.
Yet there was a far more pressing problem than my inability to make a sound.
‘Air…… I can’t…… breathe……’
I hadn’t taken a deep preparatory breath the way one does before diving. This had struck without any warning at all. There wasn’t enough air left in my body to last even a few seconds, let alone minutes.
My lungs, unable to endure the sudden blockage, tried to draw in breath, but the air I sought was blocked by the creature’s body—far stickier than water. The desperate attempts to breathe ended only in a few feeble twitches of my ribs.
In a frantic bid for survival, I opened my mouth and attempted the insane act of swallowing the creature whole. It wasn’t that large; if I could force it all into my stomach—inhale it, devour it entirely—perhaps I could break free.
Of course, Naixon would scold me for consuming such a valuable specimen, and I might even have to pay for it, but at that moment, all I wanted was to live.
Naturally, it was useless.
When I touched it with my hands, the creature melted like water, yet the moment I tried to draw it into my mouth, it hardened into something tougher and stickier than jelly, resisting fiercely—as though it had sensed my intent to consume it.
‘This…… this is…… dangerous……’
My chest grew tight. It felt as if something were stabbing through every blood vessel from head to toe, as though tiny insects were crawling unpleasantly beneath my skin.
It was the signal that oxygen was rapidly vanishing from the blood circulating through my body.
My lungs convulsed wildly, gasping in a futile attempt to draw in the blocked air. Only my chest heaved violently; not a single breath could pass through the solidly sealed airway.
My body thrashed uncontrollably, rolling across the floor. Both hands clutched at my face while my legs kicked wildly.
The poorly made sandals had flown off during the violent struggle. The rough texture of the laboratory floor pressed against my now-bare soles.
In my desperate thrashing to survive, my flailing toes and fingers knocked several things off the table, but I had no time to register what they were.
‘N-no…… If this keeps up, I-I’ll really…… die……’
As a final act of resistance, I raised both hands and seized the transparent creature wrapped around my head. It sensed the threat and melted into liquid once more, but that no longer mattered…… My hands were touching it now.
I had no idea what responsibility I would bear toward Naixon, but that could wait until after I survived.
‘Rewind…… Go back!!!’
And yet—
Nothing rewound.
‘Wh-what……? Why?’
Something watery trickled and dried against my palm, but nothing else happened.
Panicking, I clawed at the creature clinging to my face, grasping again and again at the slime that melted into liquid the instant my fingers touched it, while my mind raced desperately.
‘Go back…… Go back, go back! Go back, I said!! It doesn’t matter when—just go back! Whether it’s thousands of years ago or hundreds of millions, it doesn’t matter, so please…… go back……’
And still—
Nothing happened.
‘Why…… Why……’
I could feel time trying to rewind. That sensation Mervin and the others had described—the flow of causality being forced in a direction it should never move—registered several times.
Yet the transparent creature did not fall from my head. It wasn’t even dead. It remained firmly stuck, its adhesive power intact, writhing as if flaunting the fact that it was still alive.
‘Why…… Why is it still there?! Why won’t it rewind……!!!’
Though it sounded like self-praise, this was the power that had even defeated the Demon King…… To possess such an ability and still die because I couldn’t get rid of a single slime……
My ribs heaved, craving air. Beyond my vision—now tinted pink, then blue, then green, orange, yellow, as though covered by transparent cellophane—air itself was right there.
If only I could push past this slime sealing my nose and mouth, the air lay just beyond……
To die for lack of the air mere centimeters in front of me……
‘It definitely rewound…… The power itself worked without issue……’
Something like dried powder clung to my fingertips. A portion of the creature’s body that had turned to liquid must have reverted to its past form when sent back in time.
‘Why…… Why on earth……’
My consciousness began to fade.
Strength drained from my lower body. Soaked in the terror and agony of suffocation, I lost control and wet myself. The thin, rough cheap camisole and the high-quality robe with its neatly finished hem grew damp with the warm, foul-smelling liquid spilling between my legs.
The urge toward ruin that had hidden itself in my unconscious while I lived comfortably as a prostitute now raised its head at the moment of death.
The horrific pain of suffocation from within, the fear of death looming before me, and the hollow despair of dying in such an absurd accident—all of it transformed directly into pleasure.
‘N-no…… I don’t want to die…… but the pain…… feels…… good…… I’m happy…… It feels…… so…… good……’
While experiencing my final moments, I climaxed over and over again. The pathetic moans I couldn’t suppress were completely muffled by the creature’s translucent body and never reached the outside.
Between my still-uncontrollably wetting thighs, sticky love fluids flowed out in shameful abundance. They mingled with the urine, staining the floor.
‘I’m scared…… I’m scared…… But…… it feels…… good…… Dying…… feels…… too…… good……’
My already fragile mind rapidly crumbled as death approached.
Even though a single breath would save me, even though removing this sticky slime from my mouth would restore my life, my left hand abandoned that effort……
It lifted the camisole slightly and began to touch my chest…… my nipples.
My other hand naturally pushed aside the hem of the camisole and, finding the gap left bare because I wore no underwear, parted it to seek the small clitoris shyly peeking out.
‘Heehee…… I…… I’m dying…… and I like it…… More…… I wish I could die more…… Ahh♡ I’m happy…… I……’
Ignoring my mouth gasping for air and my heaving ribs, I began to touch my breasts…… my sex, as though entranced.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, mmph……”
Letting out blocked moans that reached only my own ears and aroused me further.
‘Ehehe…… Ahh♡ I…… I’m dying like trash…… When Naixon finds me…… he’ll see I suffocated on a slime while stupidly masturbating to death…… and mock me for being a foolish woman……’
I climaxed once more.
I didn’t need to move my fingers much. The mere sensation of dying—of my lungs fluttering in a plea for life, my vision darkening and narrowing, my entire body being squeezed and stabbed by the feeling of suffocation—was enough to bring me to climax.
Though I had briefly forgotten during these past months of living an excessively comfortable life as a prostitute, I had been broken in that basement to live as such a pathetic female.
The tide gushing from my sex sprayed in all directions, defiling Naixon’s precious laboratory.
……Or so I imagined. With my vision narrowed until almost nothing remained visible, I could no longer see the love fluids erupting from my own body.
Wearing a foolish, wide grin, I sank into the pleasure of death.
‘Ha…… To think I can only die…… once…… What a waste…… When it feels…… this…… good……’
In that moment, something brushed against my dying mind.
A way to experience this happiness—which should only be felt once—multiple times.
With desperate movements, I focused my fading consciousness, flickering like a candle in the rain, upon the hand still stimulating my clitoris.
While desperately recalling the image of fine grains of sand trickling through the clogged hourglass and the rusted, stiff mainspring creaking as though about to snap.
‘Eheh…… Ahahaha…… Rewind…… Go back……’
Only then……
Did what I desired rewind.