Silas stayed in the basement.
He thought that if Miss Slime lost control again, he could shove ice into her mouth at any time.
But would shoving cold things into her mouth ahead of time necessarily prevent her from dying?
If he wanted the mother and daughter to meet, the only way was to "train" Melina and change her mind.
"I don't have a daughter at all! Why would I ever want a thing like that!"
"She is slime, a disgusting monster made from my daughter's flesh and blood... a parasite!"
"Do whatever you want with me. I will watch as you either kill it with ice or it kills you after losing control!"
Madam Melina stood before him, her clothes already stripped away.
Her bouncing papaya breasts were ruthlessly kneaded by Silas. They were covered in red marks.
She was different from Miss Slime; a normal body, no matter how humiliated, would have instinctive reactions.
Her cherries would engorge and grow larger, and no matter how slow the response, her thighs would eventually become slick.
"..."
He spread her full thighs wide. Her curly hair was intertwined, and because she couldn't hold her urine earlier, it had become even wetter.
A peculiar scent permeated the air.
Aiming at that part, it would be easy to enter.
"Everything... is disgusting..."
No matter how Madam Melina struggled, it was useless. Her hands were firmly tied, and no matter how she fought with her legs, Silas inevitably forced them apart.
"..."
Feeling the hot object undeniably resting at the entrance, it pushed in slightly.
She was in despair.
Was this all life was?
Unable to find her real daughter, only to be insulted by a man she detested.
The tears of humiliation finally fell from her eyes. She stopped resisting and resigned herself to her fate.
But after waiting for a long while, Silas made no further move.
Step.
Madam Melina heard it too—the sound of the wooden board covering the basement entrance moving.
Without a doubt, it was caused by Miss Slime.
"Hehe, what else can you do?"
"It's going to lose control next. You'll either have to kill it with ice or be killed by it."
"..."
Silas stood up, looking at her calmly. "Actually, I'm thinking about a question."
"Before every infant is born, besides blood relations, what exactly is the relationship between parents and children?"
"Melina, what do you think it is?"
"..."
Madam Melina remained silent, gazing at Silas mockingly.
"I believe they are all strangers."
Silas said calmly, "During infancy, even the brain isn't fully developed; a baby can't remember people or things. How could there be a concept of parent and child? The reason one identifies a mother or father is because of long-term nurturing. A child doesn't naturally call someone mother or father because they were born from them. It's because, in their memories, they have been raised by them since they were small."
"What... what do you know!"
Melina's face changed. "If I had known it was a monster, I would never have... wasted over ten years! What right do you have to say such things! Have you ever had a daughter? You're not even a woman, how could you understand my feelings! Do whatever you want! I'll stay right here and wait for the day you die too! Die at the hands of the Church!"
[You found that it seems impossible to train Madam Melina.]
[And Miss Slime may have discovered the truth.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Continue trying to train Madam Melina; maybe you can succeed.]
[Option 2: Give up on training Madam Melina and try to persuade her with logic.]
[Engaging Free Simulation]
Silas didn't hesitate at all.
[You chose Option 1.]
"Madam Melina, I gave you a chance to act like a human being."
"..."
Melina held her head high, gritting her teeth. She looked like she was ready for him to just kill her.
"!"
Silas grabbed her slender waist and pierced through that membrane inside her honey pot.
The lubrication secreted within the cavity was sparse, but he didn't care.
The more times he forced his way in, no matter how reluctant Madam Melina was... she still produced nectar.
"Hah..."
"I will..."
"Watch you, wait for you to either be killed by the slime or killed by the Church!"
Even though her massive papaya breasts were constantly swaying and the wet sounds grew lewd.
Even though she occasionally let out an uncontrollable gasp.
She only looked at Silas with even more hatred and disgust.
He came once.
Then three or four times more.
Her thighs were already trembling, her honey pot... filled to the brim.
Silas had expected Miss Slime to come earlier. This was, in itself, an experiment.
If the training succeeded, then everyone would be happy.
If it failed... if ice couldn't suppress her, he would just restart.
"You'd rather become like this than be a human?"
Silas rose up again, standing before the exhausted Madam Melina.
"..."
Visibly, her body trembled. She cowered.
But she still gritted her teeth.
"If I don't die, I will watch how you die!"
"Ha!"
"..."
He entered again.
Those bouncing papaya breasts were already covered in handprints. But even though Madam Melina fainted, she didn't submit.
Instead, the hatred had become impossible to dissolve.
"..."
Silas twisted her cherry.
She opened her eyes again, and seeing Silas before her, she gritted her teeth in total disgust.
"Is that... all you've got?"
"Come again! When the slime loses control, what can you do then?!"
"..."
"Madam Melina. Honestly, before I knew you denied Miss Slime as your daughter, I thought you were a decent mother. Your life wasn't entirely tragic."
"Now, I'm starting to feel... your life has become truly pathetic."
Silas didn't care about her expression; he walked straight toward the stairs.
"..."
Miss Slime was in Silas's bedroom. She sat by the bed without moving. Usually, when Silas returned from being busy, she would have already pressed her engorged papaya breasts against him. But not now.
In Silas's hand was the ice from the basement, wrapped in a towel.
"I saw. What you and Mama... did."
"..."
It was because Miss Slime had been at the entrance the whole time, watching everything, yet strangely hadn't lost control, that Silas had continued the training.
"Mama... doesn't want me anymore?"
Miss Slime spoke blankly. It was as if she wanted to confirm it once more from Silas.
Was that why she hadn't immediately lost control?
Pale blue slime began to secrete from her palms. Although her current body had organs, no blood flowed within. It was all slime.
"You are sick now and need to swallow this."
Silas unwrapped the towel and took out the ice inside.
There was one last thing to try in this simulation. To see if putting ice inside Miss Slime's body ahead of her losing control could keep her alive.
"It's... cold... I don't... like it."
Miss Slime didn't have much of a reaction; she just looked at the ice in Silas's hand.
"It will be painful to eat, but you'll feel better."
If he could, Silas wouldn't have wanted to use this method. But unfortunately, Madam Melina couldn't be trained. If he truly broke her, the person presented to Miss Slime in the end wouldn't be a mother anymore.
"..."
Miss Slime didn't resist. As the ice was shoved into her mouth, she began to feel uncomfortable.
She spat it back out.
Visibly, the slime secreted from her palms only soaked the sheets. It didn't instantly fill the entire room as it had before.
Could a single piece of ice suppress the slime's spread?
"I know! Paizuri... is better than being a very good friend. Only a unique one... can do it."
Miss Slime stared straight at Silas. "It's not... a bad thing."
"..."
Wait.
Why was she starting to take off her bra? And now she was turning the tables and pushing him down?
"You are a very good friend. There is no second. That's why we do it. Right?"
"..."
He was being watched by those innocent eyes.
"I went to find the maids! They... told me!"
Seemingly afraid Silas would scold her, Miss Slime hurriedly pulled out the bra hidden under the pillow. "I... took this too!"
"..."
Silas figured the maid she found must have been terrified. But Miss Slime didn't even understand the meaning of taking underwear as leverage; she was just mimicking him.
So, what was she planning to do?
"Mama... won't... abandon me."
Miss Slime's papaya breasts pressed against Silas's reviving part through his pants. But her expression was completely different from usual; she looked like she was in pain.
"You are my best friend. You won't... lie. Is Mama sick? That's why... she became so strange?"
"..."
Silas understood.
Miss Slime had chosen the easiest behavior humans are born with... escape. She couldn't accept it, so she distorted it into a thought she could live with.
"I also know! You are... looking for something that floats... on water!"
"You want to leave here. Are you... going to... find a way to cure Mama?"
"..."
As a player, what Silas should do is...
"Mmh."
Just lie to her and go along with it.
Smoothing it over would not only allow them to leave the island but also save him from the trouble of explaining to Miss Slime why Madam Melina wouldn't be coming along. Efficiency was paramount.
"I knew it! Mama... wouldn't... abandon me!"
Miss Slime immediately regained her motivation, grabbing Silas's already erect member.
"..."
But as a human.
Silas's conscience felt a faint pang of pain.
He was jerked by her warm hand and sandwiched by her papaya breasts.
"Miss Slime, I'm not uncomfortable right now."
Silas didn't have much lust.
"You are the best friend! Only for you."
"..."
Silas was clamped by her papayas and licked by her tongue. He inevitably got harder.
The squeezing of the papayas became more intense. The breast pressure was too strong. Miss Slime sucked very seriously. There might even be traces of Madam Melina's scent on him.
But she didn't care at all.
"The hot stuff... it came out!"
Silas had never seen someone show a face devoid of eroticism and full of pure joy after serving him with a paizuri.
"You said... go find a way to cure Mama!"
Miss Slime's cleavage and hands were still covered in a large amount of glistening fluid as she looked at Silas expectantly.
When did she start trusting him this much?
"..."
Silas stared at Miss Slime's face.
Or did she actually understand everything? Yet she chose to believe his flawed lies?
"What you and Mama did... what was that?"
Miss Slime touched her own crevice. "I saw you... behind Mama's buttocks. Is that a treatment?"
"Mmh."
Silas didn't know, and he didn't feel like thinking about it anymore.
Wasn't this fine?
Miss Slime would stay innocent, attributing everything Melina was doing to her being sick. Taking them away from the island to avoid the Church people coming again—at least this stage of the mission would be done.
As for what came after, he'd see.
Anyway, he didn't plan to have feelings for the innocent Miss Slime like he did for Rose and the others. The reason he hadn't found her in reality was probably because he hadn't developed any relationship with Miss Slime that violated his conscience.
So.
Even knowing the game was real, so what? Silas could still be a ruthless player.