[Last night, you went out to play with Miss Slime.]
[Although you only ate a few bites of roasted white mouse meat, Miss Slime was clearly sharing alternative food with someone for the first time. She was very happy and ate all your leftovers in one go.]
[You returned to the mansion, and the fact that you kidnapped Madam Melina was not exposed. You also discovered that no one from the Church has landed on the island yet, and there are no suspicious ships.]
[The current live feed has ended.]
[Continue with Regular Simulation or Free Simulation?]
Upon waking up, a semi-transparent text box appeared before Silas's eyes.
There were probably a few days left before those people landed again. He had to resolve the matter of Miss Slime first.
[You chose Regular Simulation.]
[After getting up, you had an erection due to physiological reasons. Miss Slime woke up early and was staring intently at it.]
[She asked curiously if you had a disease. She felt Mama could cure her and could also cure your disease that always makes you hard.]
That definitely wasn't a disease.
[Under your patient explanation, Miss Slime vaguely understood it wasn't a painful disease. She used the paizuri and licking techniques you taught her to help you resolve it.]
[Breakfast time. Madam Melina did not appear. The servants who came to work didn't ask questions.]
[You arranged the work in an orderly fashion, but Miss Slime suddenly came out. You found that just like when she first looked for you to play, she wanted to show off her slime abilities.]
[You stopped her and told the other servants she was your sister.]
[After calming the situation, Miss Slime told you aggrievedly that she just wanted more friends. She was already cured.]
[You spent more time barely making her understand that she cannot show off her abilities casually.]
[Perhaps because of your rare stern image, Miss Slime was a bit scared and asked cautiously when her mama would return.]
Sigh.
How could she return?
She was in the basement, bound firmly twice over with three-meter-long ropes in a shibari turtle shell bond, plus a makeshift ball gag.
[After making an excuse, you found a random reason to keep her from following you for the time being.]
[You went to the basement to deliver food to Madam Melina.]
[After removing the ball gag, her first question was whether you had killed Miss Slime.]
[You did not answer.]
[She began to explain the stakes involved with the slime. She said once the Church obtains such a disgusting thing, the disaster would be incalculable. Moreover, keeping her would lead to endless trouble, and you would be hunted by the Church forever.]
[You asked in return: was she really trying to kill Miss Slime out of concern for others' lives?]
[Madam Melina did not hide her thoughts and answered bluntly. She could not accept that after over ten years of expectation, she had merely cultivated a perfect monster for the Church. She had no time or need to find the truth; her life was already miserable enough. If that was the case, she at least wanted to destroy the slime the Church cherished.]
[For this, you could do whatever you wanted to her.]
[...]
This woman's love for her daughter had turned into a backlash. A few words wouldn't make her return to being a mother.
Physical training was the only option left, wasn't it?
[You did nothing to her, but she refused to eat at all. She seemed determined to get a definitive answer from you.]
[You forced her to drink water and some liquid food, then bound her again.]
[You planned to proceed with the plan: find a boat first and make all preparations to leave the island.]
Regardless of Madam Melina's state, Silas knew one thing clearly.
He couldn't stay on this island; he couldn't wait here like a sitting duck for the Church people to arrive.
[You again had Miss Slime stay in your room to read. You went to threaten a fisherman and stole his small boat. You learned how to navigate at sea and handle a sailboat.]
[Night.]
[You returned to the mansion and found something was wrong. There was an extra maid in your room, and slime was spreading from under Miss Slime's feet.]
[The young maid was speechless with terror. She could only stare blankly as Miss Slime asked her why she was afraid.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Kill the maid immediately and tell Miss Slime not to do that.]
[Option 2: Bind the maid immediately and tell Miss Slime not to do that.]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
Fuck.
Leave for a moment and this guy causes trouble.
[You chose Option 2.]
The moment vision was restored.
Silas pushed the door open directly.
The young maid saw Silas and looked as if she had seen a savior.
"She... threw things at me. I just... wanted to play with her."
"...You go back to your room first."
"But why are they afraid of me! Mama said once cured, I can have many, many friends!"
Miss Slime was very angry.
"Back to your room."
Under Silas's repetition, she restrained herself and left obediently.
"S-Steward Silas..."
The young maid was in despair again. The monster and the handsome steward—they knew each other?
What would happen to her?
"Why is the maid lady in my room?"
Silas closed the door behind him.
"Eek? I... I wanted to come see..."
"See what?"
"T-They all say Steward Silas must be kept by the Madam... living here, sleeping together. I lost a bet... so they made me..."
"..."
How boring.
"Nothing else?"
"Ah... I... I also wanted to see..."
"Mmh?"
"Because! Steward Silas usually arranges work and never talks to us maids... you always go straight to the second floor. I also wanted to see... if you and the Madam were..."
"You're married, right?"
Silas saw the ring on her ring finger.
"..."
The maid's face began to turn pale.
"Eek?!"
Her breasts were kneaded, and her bra was stripped off; her body began to tremble.
"If you don't want to be fired, and you don't want your husband to know what happened in this room, treat what you just saw as if you never saw it. Understand?"
"!"
The maid closed her eyes in terror, her thighs soaked.
It was over.
She was going to be violated here. Urine leaked between her thighs out of fear.
"If you say a single word, I will pay a visit to your husband, your children, and your family."
"Go."
"Eh?"
The maid was stunned.
"Not leaving?"
"Ah... I... I will absolutely not say a single word! That, my underwear..."
"Held as leverage."
"..."
The maid almost forgot the slime she just saw, feeling it was a dream. How could there be a girl with slime leaking from her body in the mansion? The Madam had no daughter.
But her braless chest and wet thighs reminded her it was real.
She wasn't violated.
The steward was so mysterious, knowing such a monster... was he a wizard with magical powers from the stories?
Silas didn't have a strong killing intent toward ordinary people.
There was no need for something that could be threatened with a small matter. Besides, the cause was just the maid's bad luck in meeting the active, recently "cured" Miss Slime.
"I gave her something tasty, she didn't want it, and threw things. It hurt."
"..."
Miss Slime was incredibly aggrieved the moment she saw Silas.
Where to even begin?
"I don't like her. She isn't a friend."
"Mmh, she certainly isn't."
"Then why won't you let me kill her?"
"But why kill someone just because they aren't a friend? Just because she felt afraid and was forced to throw a pillow at you?"
"Yes, Mama said others cannot come to the second floor. I thought she was a friend, so I didn't drive her away! She was even sniffing your bed."
"..."
Silas didn't want to know about the maid's situation for now.
He just looked at the aggrieved Miss Slime, whose mounds were swaying.
"Mice... I actually don't like eating them either. Or rather, I don't consider them food at all."
"?"
Miss Slime was stunned. "But yesterday, you said they were tasty!"
"That was a lie."
"Lie?"
"Humans don't eat mice. They eat cooked meat. They eat meals, but they just don't eat those."
"Why?"
"Just like mice eat grain, birds eat bugs, and snakes eat mice. Humans naturally don't eat mice; they only eat what humans are supposed to eat."
"..."
Just how much did Madam Melina refuse to teach Miss Slime?
She knew nothing. Nothing about snakes, nothing about birds.
Even with a detailed explanation, she still couldn't understand why humans didn't like the little mice she found hard to catch and tasty. She didn't even know the difference between slime and a normal person.
"Stop asking."
"There is no reason. You are different from humans. I said you cannot show your abilities, and you cannot use mice as gifts to make friends. It has to be this way. Moreover, you cannot kill ordinary people for these things. They are not at fault."
It seemed Silas himself had become like Melina, unwilling to explain to Miss Slime.
"..."
Miss Slime was very dejected.
She could sense Silas's anger.
"Not... friends?"
"...Of course we are."
Mission-wise, they had to be. Practically speaking, they weren't at all.
"...I understand!"
Miss Slime became very serious and pitter-pattered away barefoot.
Where was she going now?
Silas was getting a bit annoyed.
Was she defiant? Going after the maid again?
Just as he was about to stop the hyperactive Miss Slime, he found her sneaking into the empty kitchen. The servants were in the hall making final work arrangements, and the chef was out, just waiting for the meal.
Step.
Miss Slime ran back quickly, unseen by anyone.
In the slime extending from her right hand, she carried a lot of still-warm food.
"Not seen, no slime seen!"
"Don't know what you like... so I took it all."
"..."
Perhaps being stared at by Silas's direct gaze, she lowered her head uneasily. "Mama didn't teach me. I don't know."
"You are a good friend. I didn't know you didn't like mice."
"Make up..."
"I only have you, my only good friend."
"..."
Before long, it got noisy outside.
The servants were furious, saying dinner had been stolen. Even the plates were gone.
"Make up, okay?"
"I know I was wrong. So many things, I need you to teach me. Only then can I understand a little."
"..."
Miss Slime wasn't even wearing shoes. Her running away just now wasn't out of defiance, but fear of losing her only friend.
"Give me that plate of shredded potatoes."
"Eek? Potatoes are..."
"..."
Silas reached directly into the sticky liquid and tasted some. Although mixed with her slime, there was no weird taste. It was just a bit lightly seasoned by the chef.
"..."
Miss Slime was stunned for a moment, then took some shredded potatoes and put them in her mouth. Instantly, her small face twisted from the unsuitability of human food. But she swallowed it anyway.
"You like this? I can eat it too."
She still looked at Silas very nervously. Even though Silas said they were friends, she could feel he wasn't quite his usual self. He seemed like he might hate her.
"..."
Silas stroked her hair. "Sorry, I've been a bit impatient."
"Patience?"
Miss Slime gazed at him in confusion.
"Never mind. In the future, I'll teach you how to prepare raw meat to make it taste better. Also, there are many things better than mouse meat."
"!"
Miss Slime's eyes lit up instantly. She pounced in front of Silas.
Clatter.
The food and plates in the slime fell all over the floor.
Is she that interested? Something better than mice.
"Still friends! I... help you, make you not feel bad."
"?"
But Silas was wrong.
What Miss Slime cared about more was that Silas didn't hate her.
She violently ripped off her bra, exposing those snow-white mounds before Silas's eyes.
She began to lick with great effort.
"No, no, no, no need for this. I don't feel bad right now."
"Liar, it's hard. It means you feel bad. I know!"
"..."
Miss Slime was determined, pushing her chest forward with full momentum.
It wasn't until the heat flowed into her cleavage that she showed a smile.
"Besides this, what else do you like to eat? You said you'd give me better than mice, I also want to give to you."
"..."
Silas, forced into a paizuri session once again, began to feel a sense of guilt.
Miss Slime was too innocent. So innocent it left him... speechless.
What did he want to eat?
What he truly wanted to eat didn't exist in this world.
"Fries... white-cut chicken... what are they?"
"Very hard-to-find foods."
Silas paused and added, "Things a hundred times harder to find than the little mice you like."
"I will find them!"
"..."
Miss Slime didn't even know what fries or white-cut chicken were, right? Impressive confidence.
"Mama doesn't like me catching mice. Will she like fries and white-cut... whatever? Will she?"
"She will."
"..."
"When will Mama come back?"
Eventually, the question would come.
"A few more days. The Madam said the business is very important."
"Then I can play and sleep with you all the time. Heehee."
Miss Slime had no defenses or shyness.
Her elastic papaya breasts still had some glistening fluid flowing, yet she hooked Silas's arm without a care.
"..."
No matter how good the relationship with Miss Slime was now, the matter with Madam Melina would eventually explode.
The boat and sea preparations were finished.
The rest...
Isn't it just about training Madam Melina? You have to do it to know if it works.
Whether it's a mule or a horse, let's just fuck it and see.