Late at night.
The bodies of the people from the Church had been thrown into the sea.
Back at the mansion. It was very quiet.
Although Madam Melina wore thick clothes, the coat on her back was torn from being dragged, possibly scratched by stones or the rugged terrain. The most serious injury was on her head; it was bruised and bloody from being dragged by the werewolf Bishop single-handedly.
She took Miss Slime to the bathroom to wash up.
"..."
Only Silas remained in the room.
For him.
Saving Melina to prevent Miss Slime from losing control and heading towards destruction was definitely the right move. But the problem was, everything was exposed.
If Madam Melina told her daughter later... that he was a bad person.
Click.
Miss Slime pushed the door open violently, her hair wet.
"Mama said, you, are not a bad person."
Wrapped in a bath towel, Miss Slime seemed very happy.
"Mama also said, I can, play with you."
"..."
Silas breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately.
Otherwise, it would have turned into him kidnapping the mother and daughter using the ice in the basement. He really didn't want to do that unless necessary.
"I want, to hear a story."
Miss Slime sat on Silas's bed, not caring about her exposed thighs.
Those papaya-sized breasts were only wrapped in a bath towel and couldn't withstand the movement of her jumping up.
Logically, there shouldn't be any lust at this time.
"Last time you said, the King wanted to bully the Brave. Want to hear more."
"..."
"Do you, hate me, because in the basement, I almost killed you?"
Perhaps because Silas didn't speak, Miss Slime began to get nervous.
"..."
It was fine if she didn't mention it.
As soon as she said it, Silas got angry.
He worked so hard telling stories, dealing with her, and saving her mother. Now he still had to coax her like before? No reason for that, right?
"Yes, I'm very sad."
"I thought we were friends, but you wanted to kill me."
"...Mgh."
Miss Slime's excited expression dimmed; she picked at her fingers crampedly. "But, Mama really said, cannot go down."
"But your mom also said, I'm not a bad person."
"Then, what to do, to continue, being friends?"
She was anxious.
"Let me touch here."
Silas pointed at her chest.
"Touch? Then, won't, hate me?"
"Not necessarily, I have to touch and consider it."
"..."
Miss Slime thought for a moment and stuck out those papayas.
The bath towel was completely lifted.
Completely disproportionate to her frame, huge mounds that two hands could barely hold. Small, round cherries. Very beautiful areolas.
"You said, touch. No, lick."
Miss Slime looked at Silas, who was tasting her chest, in surprise.
"Want to hear a story?"
"Want."
"Then don't mind it."
"But, ticklish. Weird."
"..."
Silas originally thought Miss Slime would hardly be interested, but after sucking a few more times, her small cherries expanded a bit and stood up.
"Ugh, why do you, touch, the place for peeing."
But unfortunately, there was no reaction between her legs.
However, if he really wanted to do it, making her secrete slime or other means wasn't impossible.
"Already, become friends, again?"
"..."
Originally, Silas planned to leave it at this for now. Just venting a bit.
But looking at her pitiful appearance, completely unable to feel how serious killing a person is... that attitude of treating it as play.
"Eek?!"
Seeing Silas insert his hard object into her cleavage, Miss Slime was stunned.
"Just one step away, and we'll be best friends."
Thinking positively, she was ignorant. So her apology wasn't sincere.
But why think positively?
If there wasn't an ice cellar here, allowing him to know through skills that low temperature was useful against her, he would have died at least several more times.
"..."
Wrapped in the papaya milk, Silas was surprised to find that she could completely envelop it. Not even a bit could be seen inside.
"I know! You, like last time, uncomfortable."
Perhaps Miss Slime remembered the experience of licking last time; she lowered her head and extended her small tongue to lick.
"Wait. Your mom has finished washing."
"..."
Hiss.
He gave it to her.
Those papayas pressed really hard after she lowered her head.
"Go back to your room quickly."
Silas could already see Madam Melina putting on panties and a bra, putting on a nightgown and preparing to come out.
"But, Mama said, you aren't a bad person. Can, play together."
But the current Miss Slime didn't plan to hide.
"That's different. Just now..."
Madam Melina was already in the corridor. And Miss Slime's smooth chin was still stained with filth, and the middle of her papaya breasts was covered in it.
"If you hide and don't let your mom find you, I'll tell you ten stories. Just treat it as hide-and-seek."
"Ten?"
"Yes."
"Okay!"
Phrased differently, Miss Slime's movements became instantly faster. She shrank under the bed in a flash.
Forgot about this. The reason Miss Slime hid before was because Melina didn't allow her to talk to others. Now that it was allowed, she naturally wouldn't hide. But why under the bed?
Click.
Sure enough, this time Madam Melina just glanced at Miss Slime's room, found no one, and immediately came to Silas.
"Madam."
Silas didn't pretend to sleep, sitting up against the headboard.
The matter of the drugs definitely couldn't be kept up. It would be full of flaws no matter how he spun it.
"My daughter... didn't come to play with you?"
"Uh, she came just now. Then she said she went out to find something to give me and left."
"Hah. Went to find those little mice again. Won't listen no matter how many times I say it."
Madam Melina rubbed her temples with a headache, then unconsciously looked at Silas. The body covered by the quilt. "Do you really not need a doctor for your injury?"
"No need. My constitution is different from ordinary people."
"Is that also why... the medicine didn't work on you?"
Madam Melina pursed her lips. She was thinking, maybe that's why Silas's thing was of such high quality.
"Medicine? Wasn't that for nourishing my body, Madam?"
Silas chose to play dumb.
"..."
Madam Melina lowered her gaze slightly. "Since you know the medicine I gave you isn't normal, and my daughter isn't normal. Why help me?"
"Who... are you? What is your purpose?"
"..."
But eventually, he had to face this question. Silas spread his hands. "Madam's blowjob was very comfortable. I fell in love at first sight."
"?"
Melina was stunned.
"I've never seen anyone as charming as Madam."
"What nonsense? I just... needed semen."
Madam Melina now had two choices. Either take what she wanted and tell Silas to get lost.
With her daughter there, even if she couldn't gauge the strength of the man before her, she wouldn't surrender without a fight.
But she was saved.
And... sure enough, the reason progress could be accelerated was not only because she endured disgust to take his stuff. But also because the quality brought by his constitution was amazing.
"That doesn't conflict. Madam wants to take that stuff from me, and I feel comfortable too."
"..."
Melina couldn't handle Silas's direct way of speaking, keeping a straight face. "Then, why did you insist on going to the basement? My daughter told me."
"Isn't it normal to want to know the secrets of the admired Madam? I went, but I didn't do anything, right?"
"Madam wants to cure her daughter? Maybe, I can help."
"..."
Melina was confused.
She really, should hate men very much.
This kind of nonsense to trick little girls...
But these were not just sweet words. After all, the man before her did kill prominent figures of the Church.
"Do you know who was thrown into the sea?"
"Seemed to be a Cardinal Bishop? I kill them often."
"My daughter is a result highly valued by the Church... sending a Bishop carefully to probe the situation the first time proves that this island is likely inescapable. Surrounded. The people waiting outside will only be a hundred times harder to deal with than the ones you killed."
"Really? Sounds dangerous."
"..."
Seeing Silas's indifferent expression.
Melina was stunned for a moment; what exactly did he want to do?
Her daughter might find a mouse and come back to him at any time. Yet she slightly parted her red lips, reached out, and grabbed the hot thing through his pants.
"Madam?"
"I still need semen."
Melina looked away. The more she felt it, the bigger she thought it was.
"So, what specific effect does Madam taking this stuff produce?"
"Just know it can speed up my daughter's cure; I originally wanted to find something else to replace it..."
Melina didn't want to say more, burying her gaze lower. "...Shoot."
"..."
Silas could see that Melina had already reached into his pants and grabbed it firmly halfway through her sentence. She hadn't taken any mind-affecting drugs this time. As she lowered herself, the snow-white cleavage was clearly visible through the silk nightgown.
More importantly, Miss Slime was right under the bed. Lying on her back, papaya breasts slightly spread. Using X-Ray vision... it was like she was staring intently.
"This is also... repayment. No matter who you are, you did save my daughter."
Not gratitude for saving her life, but for Miss Slime? The bond between mother and daughter was indeed deep.
But why did it feel like she was arrogantly treating him as a tool?
"Madam Melina, using your hand is too slow. I think you can try using your mouth again."
"?"
Madam Melina remembered the scene where she thought Silas was controlled by drugs and squatted down to hold it in her mouth. Her cheeks finally had a hint of imperceptible blush.
"How could I possibly..."
"Then maybe you won't get what you want even if your hand gets sore. Is the progress of curing Miss Slime going to be delayed because Madam is unwilling to make an effort?"
Since it was already like this, Silas would never be an obedient milking tool.
"You...!"
"I'm quite sad that Madam treats me as a tool."
"..."
Melina thought hard for a moment, bent down, and opened her red lips. The hemispheres revealed at the neckline of the silk nightgown were clearly the source of the excellent genes passed on to her daughter.
She thought humiliatingly, this is all to speed up curing her daughter.
[You have found the reason why people on the island turn into plants and prevented Miss Slime from losing control.]
[Easy Difficulty Mission Complete... Rewards calculating]
Fuck!
Trash games have trashy traditions. Always edging.
Their mother-daughter skin is really big, ah, no, really white.
Whatever.
Let's see my rewards this time. It was comfortable not having to fight the target, Miss Slime, directly. After all, winning wouldn't gain much. As for those other than the target, even if they were as awesome as Miss Slime after losing control, he could leave the island and come back, anyone would do.