Late at night.
In the room.
"Just stay here and read your book."
"...Mgh."
Miss Slime had a close friend for the first time. Although she was very interested in the written word and now knew a hundred times more characters than before thanks to Silas, she still preferred having him by her side to explain things.
"I'll be back soon. I have to finish the task your mother gave me."
"..."
But she had no choice.
If he was doing work for Mama.
Watching Silas enter the basement, Miss Slime had no intention of following him. After all, Mama had said that once she was cured, she never had to enter that cold place again. Miss Slime hated the basement.
She pitter-pattered back to Silas's room and flipped open the book.
She read the story with only a partial understanding.
[The knight crossed through countless perils and finally took the princess as his bride.]
She knew what "countless perils" meant.
Silas had explained that it referred to things many times more difficult than catching a little mouse.
A princess was a woman who lived in a castle.
But what did "taking a bride" mean?
Miss Slime didn't understand. She kept flipping the pages.
[The wicked Queen, seeking to drive away the knight whose fame had grown too great, began to plot.]
[...]
[The threatened maid deliberately exposed herself before the knight. She made intimate contact with her breasts.]
When she saw the latter part, Miss Slime froze.
Was rubbing someone with your breasts a bad thing?
[...]
[Ultimately, the knight could not withstand the temptation. He accepted the maid's service. The maid was highly skilled at serving men, adept at utilizing her large, eye-catching breasts.]
Miss Slime stared blankly at the text.
It took her a moment to realize that the description perfectly matched what she had been doing to Silas.
In the latter half of the story, because the knight could not resist the temptation of the maid's tits, he was found guilty. He went from being a highly esteemed prince-consort to a street rat loathed by everyone.
"..."
Miss Slime closed the book.
She lowered her gaze, peering at her own bulging little papayas. Her face turned pale.
Doing that kind of thing was bad.
The book said so.
But, he was always so hard and uncomfortable...
Miss Slime really wanted to run to the basement to ask Silas, but for one, she didn't want to go back to that cold place. Secondly, Silas said the work he was doing for Mama was very important, and she couldn't go down.
Who should she ask then?
Miss Slime was anxious. She desperately wanted to figure out if breasts were a bad thing.
She suddenly remembered what had happened during the day and the maid she had encountered.
She quickly left the room, pitter-pattering over to the side courtyard.
Miss Slime had paid attention to Silas's words; she wore her bra and clothes properly and didn't expose her abilities randomly. Being quite agile, she sneaked into the servants' dormitory.
"I noticed the moment you got back. Your underwear is gone, isn't it?"
"Eh..."
"What happened between you and the Butler?"
"N-nothing..."
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll tell your husband. Come on, is that Butler actually not that unapproachable...?"
"..."
She heard two maids whispering. One of the timid voices belonged to the one she had run into during the day.
"He touched your tits, didn't he?"
"How is that possible! I was just... fantasizing..."
"Fantasizing? You have a husband."
"Aren't you the same!"
"Exactly, so you should just admit it. You want to fuck him, right?"
"..."
Miss Slime couldn't quite understand what the two maids were talking about; she was just thinking about how to do things right after entering the room.
Thud.
She pushed the door open.
"!"
The two maids lying on the bed, wearing nothing but their underwear, were startled.
A moment later.
The door was tightly shut.
The bras of both maids had been forcefully snatched away by Miss Slime.
"I want to ask... a question. If you don't answer, I'll tell your... husbands."
"..."
The maid who didn't know what Miss Slime was at first tried to resist angrily, but she was easily tied up by Miss Slime using the bedsheets. The technique was an exact replica of Silas's turtle shell bondage.
"Now you know, don't you? Why my bra is gone."
"Why is she so strong? She looks like she's barely an adult, aside from her tits..."
"Ugh... surely Steward Silas finally caught me and wants to violate me."
"Hey! Why are you showing that look between your thighs?"
"I'm not!"
"..."
"Don't... talk!"
Miss Slime didn't know what the two maids were muttering about. Angrily, she took the bra in her hand and hammered the wall. The thick stone wall actually had fragments fall off from the force of her hand.
"Eek!"
Now, the maids went silent.
"..."
Seeing them kneeling obediently on the spot, Miss Slime was finally satisfied.
"Using... breasts, that... sandwiching... is it a bad thing?"
"Eh?"
Facing the bizarre question, both maids were stunned.
"Like, when a good friend is uncomfortable, and you like to lick, and sandwich."
Miss Slime struggled to find the right words and felt a bit distressed. She simply used her small hands to squeeze her papayas, using gestures to illustrate.
"Are you talking about using your breasts to sandwich a man's thing? Paizuri?"
"Yes!"
Hearing the familiar term, Miss Slime's eyes lit up. "Yes, paizuri!"
"..."
The two maids exchanged a glance. They grew more and more confused. When did the mansion get such a papaya-breasted girl?
Did she take their bras just to ask this kind of question? Was she playing with them?
Bang!
"Eek?!"
As Miss Slime hammered the wall again, the maid trembled and hurried to answer.
"That... depends on who you do it with."
"Me, him."
"Him... who is he?"
"Mmh, friend. A very... good friend."
"You wouldn't do that kind of thing with just a friend..."
"Why? Me and him are very good!"
"Only lovers or a married couple... at the very least, it has to be a mistress to do that."
"..."
Miss Slime fell silent, thinking for a long time. "Lovers, married couple, mistress?"
"Y-yes!"
"What are those?"
"..."
The maid who hadn't seen Miss Slime's true form felt her brain stall. Was this girl really just messing with them?
"..."
But the maid who had seen Miss Slime's true form looked up, seemingly realizing something.
That Butler wasn't a wizard raising monsters! He was a prisoner of a monster, forced into... erotic acts. Her heart beat rapidly. Just the fantasy of a massive amount of slime enveloping the Butler was making her lose it.
No, no, no.
Now was not the time for those thoughts. If she didn't answer seriously, she'd be killed... the Butler wasn't here. It turned out taking her bra wasn't for violation, but to save herself.
"It means you have to be married to do that."
She answered first.
"What is marriage?"
"..."
She winced as Miss Slime's small face grew even more distressed.
What kind of answer would satisfy her?
Friend.
She had it!
"It means a unique friend, an even higher level than a best friend!"
"!"
Miss Slime froze, instinctively taking a small step back. The bra in her hand dropped to the floor.
She stared straight at the maid.
"A unique one, even better than a best friend?"
"Yes."
"Paizuri... is not a bad thing?"
"It's not."
"..."
Miss Slime's heart beat very fast. Everything felt strange.
Actually, although she always said "very good friends," she didn't have a strong concept of it. She just felt that staying with Silas was wonderful.
Even better than a best friend...
So that was it.
She could do those things because he was her "unique one."
Her biggest recent confusion was resolved. She had often seen things about breasts in books and felt very perplexed.
Miss Slime's mood was so good she felt like she could float.
"You are not allowed to say I was here."
"Or else, I will give the bras to... your..."
Who was it again?
Husband?
"We absolutely won't say a word! Please, don't tell my husband... ugh, I don't want people pointing fingers at me."
"..."
Miss Slime felt like her lines weren't finished, but just like with Silas, if they were this scared, it should be fine, right?
She left.
She felt she understood everything now and wanted to find Silas in the basement immediately. It turned out it wasn't just because he was uncomfortable that he wanted her to lick and do paizuri; it was because he treated her as his unique, super-best friend.
"Why are you so happy instead of being scared?"
The maid who hadn't seen Miss Slime was nearly pissing herself, staring at her companion with teary eyes.
"Hah... you have no idea. That elegant Butler is violated by a girl like that every night..."
"Perhaps Madam Melina is in on it too..."
"..."
"?"
"Are you crazy! Is this the time to be thinking of that stuff and masturbating? Our bras... if my husband gets his hands on that, I'm finished!"
"Hehe, it is our luck to be swept up in this. Poor Steward Silas is enduring its violations day and night for the sake of ordinary people... how... exhilarating. Just the thought of it... ah!"
"..."
Miss Slime didn't know what the two maids were doing after she left.
She lightly ran to the basement entrance and went down.
Even though Silas had told her not to come down and to read her books instead, Miss Slime felt Silas wouldn't be as strict as Mama. Besides... she wanted to tell him that she had learned something new!
"..."
She reached the top of the stairs.
"Madam Melina, do you understand what I mean now?"
"You think I will submit?"
"..."
Eh?
Before even lifting the wooden board of the basement, Miss Slime heard Madam Melina's voice. He clearly said Mama wasn't home. That she went out.
She couldn't hear clearly.
Miss Slime cautiously moved the wooden board and went down. She wanted to know what her best friend and Mama were playing while keeping it from her.
Oh.
She saw it.
He was touching Mama's breasts too.
Miss Slime felt a bit jealous. Only a unique friend, even better than best, would do that... well, Mama was certainly someone even better than a best friend.
But.
It was different from what she did. It wasn't just breasts. He was touching the place where Mama pees. Why?
"Madam Melina has a tough mouth, but her body is quite honest, isn't it?"
"..."
"Mmh? Could it be, Madam, that you are holding in your pee?"
"You beast!"
Mama looked so sad.
Was he bullying Mama?
Miss Slime was caught in a dilemma. She trusted Silas deeply, but her mother indeed looked very sad and angry after "peeing."
"..."
Miss Slime caught a glimpse of her mother's angry, ashen face. She didn't know why Silas was using something hard to enter the place she thought was for peeing.
She thought maybe Mama and her best friend were having a fight. Just like it said in the books—just like she had made Silas angry by exposing her abilities to the maid—they just had to make up.
"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!"
She, who had intended to go out and make Mama and her friend reconcile, suddenly froze in her tracks.
Actually, most of the dialogue between Silas and Melina was too cryptic for her; she would need to go back and check her books to understand the meaning.
But.
Miss Slime understood Madam Melina's final words.
Mama said she wasn't her daughter. She was a disgusting slime monster.