[The current live experience has ended.]
[Would you like to continue with a Regular Simulation or a Free Simulation?]
Silas had originally thought that if he couldn't train her, he'd have to reload.
After that, maybe he'd just lie to Miss Slime, saying Melina had already left the island and he was taking her to find her mom. Or he'd really use ice to experiment bit by bit on how Miss Slime could survive.
Now it seemed none of that was necessary.
Things had become much simpler.
[You chose Regular Simulation.]
[In the morning, you woke up. Miss Slime was lying on top of you for some reason. Her papaya breasts were pressing against your conscience.]
[She said she wanted to go make preparations with you; she wanted to cure Mama quickly.]
[Although the preparations were already done—food and water were sufficient—you remembered at this moment that Miss Slime eats raw meat.]
[It would take at least a week to leave the island for a new port. You squeezed her papaya breasts as a service fee and personally took her to buy various raw meats using the gold coins found in Melina's room.]
[Miss Slime was visibly greedy. She held your hand and was very happy.]
[At noon, the two maids came to find you tremblingly, asking when their underwear could be returned. They promised they would absolutely not breathe a word.]
[You ruthlessly refused. And said if they asked again, you would take them to their husbands tomorrow.]
[You planned to go to the basement to get Madam Melina ready for departure.]
[But Miss Slime wanted to go with you. she said her illness was cured by Mama, and now that Madam Melina was sick, even if she became strange, she was still her Mama. She was important to her.]
[You asked: who is more important to her, you or Madam Melina?]
[Miss Slime fiddled with her fingers; she couldn't give an answer for a long time. She seemed very conflicted.]
[You then asked another question: if you wanted to sneak into the basement again now, would Miss Slime still choose to kill you?]
[She answered immediately: no. She said you are her best friend.]
His relationship with Miss Slime was certainly much closer than before.
But as for overcoming the bond between mother and daughter... it was still a long way off.
[Even though you repeatedly said it was better not to see the current Madam Melina and that you'd take her after she was cured.]
[Miss Slime was very firm.]
[You thought about it and told her: no matter what Madam Melina said, don't take it seriously. Because the Madam is currently polluted by evil spirits and is not in her right mind.]
[The reason you rode Madam Melina yesterday was also to find a way to help her regain her senses.]
[Miss Slime didn't seem to understand the 'evil spirits' part, but she looked at you seriously and said she knew you wouldn't lie.]
He really wouldn't lie.
He was lying to slime... who would believe such nonsense?
[You took Miss Slime into the basement.]
[You had already given Madam Melina a forced bath and changed her into new clothes. The moment she saw Miss Slime, she went wild.]
[She said all sorts of things to provoke Miss Slime.]
[You found that Miss Slime was secreting slime from her palms and her face was slightly distorted; she seemed very sad.]
Was it a mistake?
Making Miss Slime face Melina so directly, even if she believed his lies, might be too much to bear.
[But soon, Miss Slime covered her ears. She repeated the words you told her, telling Madam Melina that she was just sick. And that you would definitely cure her. You were her best friend and wouldn't lie.]
Sigh.
What an innocent Miss Slime.
Just because she was slime, Melina denied the fact that she had raised her for over ten years... to pursue some ethereal so-called real daughter.
That's why Silas felt Melina was pathetic after the training failed. Even if the so-called real daughter lived, could a newborn who remembered nothing compare to the Miss Slime he had raised for over a decade?
Blood relations versus actual nurturing...
And it wasn't like Miss Slime chose to be this way, was it?
[Even after leaving the basement, Melina was still relentless. It seemed she knew exactly what words would trigger Miss Slime to lose control.]
[But Miss Slime consistently listened to you, covering her ears and pretending not to hear.]
[Night.]
[You lied to Miss Slime, saying you needed to talk to Melina alone.]
[You dragged Madam Melina to her room and forced her to change into a cheongsam from the wardrobe.]
[You ignored anything she said and forcibly used her body. You told her that if she didn't want to become exhausted and be bound to the bed frame for an inspection, she should be quiet.]
[Clearly, Madam Melina was dismissive.]
[She answered with disgust, knowing you were deceiving the slime with lies. But if she tried her best to expose it... the slime would definitely lose control. As long as you didn't kill her, she would definitely keep doing it.]
[You chose to gag Madam Melina's mouth with a ball gag.]
[She was stunned. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a proper sound.]
Did she completely forget how she was tied up before?
Her brain must be a total mess. Trying to threaten him with that.
[Miss Slime also discovered the gagged Melina. You told her that because Madam Melina was very sick right now, this was a necessary measure.]
[Miss Slime didn't ask questions. She nodded silently and put your hand on her pert papaya breasts.]
[She said she wanted to give you a paizuri.]
[You didn't show any physiological reaction. You found that Miss Slime was very sad because she had personally heard those words from Madam Melina, even if she didn't understand much.]
[You asked: why do you want to do it?]
[Miss Slime answered honestly: she felt very happy when helping you.]
[You understood; Miss Slime wanted to alleviate her sadness by doing something for you.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Let her do the paizuri, then depart.]
[Option 2: Business first; depart immediately.]
[Engaging Free Simulation]
Mmh.
Miss Slime's papayas were indeed soft, big, and bouncy.
But business had to come first. There would be plenty of time after completing this mission.
[You chose Option 2.]
The moment his consciousness immersed.
Silas's hand was filled by the overflowing fullness. He pulled his hand back.
"Don't... want it?"
Miss Slime looked at Silas pitifully.
"Of course I want it."
"...Not touching."
"After all, we have to cure your Mama first, right? We have to leave first and get to a place where we can cure her. I'll be feeling very uncomfortable frequently and will need Miss Slime's help."
"..."
Miss Slime's distressed little face immediately broke into a smile. "Okay!"
"..."
Silas had purposely waited until night to depart. Because Melina was uncooperative, she could only be tied into a ball with a turtle shell bind and stuffed into a sack.
To avoid being seen and causing extra trouble.
The fishing boat, loaded with raw meat and the supplies Silas needed, was docked at the island's only port. The three of them stayed in the cabin; it was a bit cramped.
"Mgh, gluh..."
Madam Melina came out of the sack and glared resentfully at Silas and the slime beside him.
Silas thought about it and decided to put the sack back on.
Otherwise, this voyage would be too much of an ordeal for Miss Slime.
"..."
Miss Slime grabbed Silas's hand and placed it on her bulging papayas.
"You... said. Pretend not to see."
He had said that.
So, placing it on the papaya breasts...
"Hand... warm... then won't... be sad."
"..."
Even more abstract now.
Silas kneaded Miss Slime's papayas as she sat in his lap, staring at the increasingly furious Madam Melina.
The boat had already sailed some distance from the island.
Silas taught Miss Slime how to use the oars. There was no wind now, and Miss Slime was outside rocking the oars very seriously.
"Madam, you should start behaving yourself too."
Silas unceremoniously kneaded Melina's large papayas through her clothes. "Given the current situation, even if I don't take off the ball gag for a year or two and just treat you like a sex slave, it wouldn't matter."
"Mgh gluh!"
Her gaze grew even more furious. Perhaps, there was also despair.
Silas planned to sleep.
For this journey, he and Miss Slime were enough. He'd just let the simulation skip through when he woke up.
It was too cramped.
He might as well sleep on Melina's thighs. That way, if she made any move, he'd wake up instantly.
Silas face-planted toward Melina's stomach and crotch without any reservation, hugging her voluptuous buttocks and closing his eyes. He truly used them as a pillow. Clearly, no matter how much Madam Melina refused to submit or how unreconciled she was, being continuously tainted by Silas's breath made a strange sensation ripple through her. This made her feel even more disgust and humiliation.
Splash.
Miss Slime was still laboriously rocking the oars. Perhaps it would take a long time for this kind of boat to reach a new port. The route Silas had determined wasn't a standard port either; they had to take a detour. It might take more than a week—maybe two.
Sleep. Once the Regular Simulation was done, they'd be at a new place. He'd see how to handle Melina after the mission was complete.
[You fell asleep resting on Madam Melina's legs.]
[You groggily heard a noise. After opening your eyes, you found the fishing boat was enveloped in slime. Even though Madam Melina was gagged, she was smiling.]
[You discovered countless small dots floating in the pitch-black night sky. Those were special shells that immediately created a thick layer of ice when they hit the sea surface. Except for the area enveloped by Miss Slime which remained water, everything further away was frozen solid. It was as if you were in the Antarctic.]
[The slime inside Miss Slime's body was all used up; her body had returned to the skeleton it was at the very beginning.]
[You finished Melina and threw her into the sea. You sat on the boat, silently staring at the withered skeleton left after Miss Slime exhausted her slime. You don't know how long passed, but you saw many people approaching with torches across the frozen sea. It was a well-equipped Knights Templar, led by three Cardinal Bishops.]
[They were very surprised that you could still be alive after the indiscriminate fire coverage that included the island and the vast surrounding sea surface.]
[You raised your tentacles as weapons and fought with the person among the Cardinal Bishops who carried a sword. His swordsmanship was also excellent. But after a few moves, his sword broke. Your tentacles were very sturdy.]
[You were ambushed by your familiar old friends, the werewolves, whose bodies had grown taller. You cut off their hands, but because you received too many injuries, they repeatedly struck you in fear. You died.]
[This simulation has ended. Remaining attempts: 4. (Restores 6 daily, can also spend 1000 silver coins per attempt.)]
When Silas opened his eyes, the text box before him looked like this.
Motherfucker!
They brought so many people and didn't even dare to step onto the island.
They only dared to come after using long-range fire coverage first? And they sent three Archbishops and a Knights Templar.
In other words, regardless of whether he left early or late, he would definitely be ambushed once by these old snakes. Those special shells—getting hit directly might really be -195 degrees. Even Silas would feel cold.
Fine.
Wanna play with cheats? Setting aside the rewards gained, the most useful cheat that has never been turned off is...
[You chose to Load Save.]
This one.