Inside Madam Melina's mansion.
The servants, who had been forcibly taken by Silas to hide under beds or in the woods, returned one by one in a state of panic.
"What on earth happened?"
"I... I don't know... I just woke up and Steward Silas said to follow him if we wanted to live."
"It's all covered in ice, and it's not even winter!"
"Nonsense, it would never be this cold here even in winter."
"..."
They were in an uproar.
Suddenly, the servants noticed people returning to the mansion. It was a petite girl with breasts like a pair of small papayas, wrapped in a thick, oversized coat.
On her back was the familiar Steward Silas. He was covered in blood and seemed to be heavily injured.
"W-who are you? Why haven't we seen you before?"
In times like these, seeing a familiar person return covered in wounds made most of them panic.
"He is hurt. Needs treatment. If you don't want your bras... mgh."
Before Miss Slime could finish her sentence, she was muffled by a maid who rushed out from the crowd.
"It's nothing, this is Steward Silas's... uh, secret girlfriend."
"No doubt, we only lived because Steward Silas told us to hide. Quickly, find something to treat his wounds! Once he wakes up, we can ask him what happened, right?"
"..."
With the maid's explanation, even though the others had many doubts, they couldn't deny that Silas had saved their lives.
Still, when did the Steward get such a cute and slightly strange girlfriend?
"..."
Miss Slime forcefully pushed the maid's hand away. Once back indoors, her slime abilities, which had been frozen, began to recover.
"Why did you cover my mouth?"
She knew from the books she read that people who are injured and not treated will die.
She was anxious, ignoring Silas's warning not to show her powers, and wanted to threaten these people.
If the maid couldn't give her a reason, she would immediately teach her a lesson.
"Don't speak yet. Put the Steward on the bed; let me see how bad his injuries are."
"..."
The maid had originally just wanted to flee for her life.
But when she reached the port, she found the boats destroyed. The sea was eerily frozen, and she didn't have the courage to go further.
However, she had seen Miss Slime disappear into the night on foot.
At first, she didn't know what Miss Slime intended to do. Now she knew.
Inside the bedroom.
The maid examined Silas in detail and found something bizarre... a wound on Silas's thigh was quite deep, but when she turned around to get a towel and came back to wipe it, the interior of the wound was already scabbing over.
His heart was beating very powerfully.
He didn't look like someone who had just survived a major battle.
"Will he die?"
Miss Slime asked uneasily from the side.
"No. He's probably just tired and wants to sleep."
"..."
Miss Slime felt a bit more at ease.
Halfway through carrying Silas, he had been kneading her breasts, but suddenly his hand stopped moving. That was why she had hurried back.
"Um."
After a long silence, the maid spoke up awkwardly.
"?"
"Did you... not actually violate Steward Silas?"
"Violate? I wouldn't do bad things to him."
"Do you like Steward Silas?"
"Mmh, I like him."
"..."
The maid realized it. This papaya-breasted girl was essentially not scary at all.
Her fantasy of Steward Silas being violated day and night didn't exist.
"..."
Watching Miss Slime copy her actions to wipe Silas's body, the maid had a thought.
Could it be that... Steward Silas was the one violating such an innocent girl day and night?
Just because her breasts were huge and she was so easy to trick.
"..."
The maid quietly left.
In the room, only Miss Slime remained, staring blankly at Silas.
Soon, she heard a commotion outside.
It seemed they had run into Madam Melina coming out of the basement while looking for medicine.
Theoretically, even though Miss Slime still didn't understand many things, she should have taken Melina back to the basement according to Silas's instructions.
After all... she was sick. Not cured yet.
"..."
But Miss Slime didn't move; she remained sitting on the stool.
She flipped open the book.
No matter the person described in any book, even pets or animals had distinct differences from her.
A name. She didn't have one.
The outside gradually grew quiet.
Perhaps the maid had told the others that Silas didn't need treatment, just rest. So no one came in to disturb them.
Growl.
She stayed until dark.
Miss Slime's stomach began to growl. She still didn't leave.
Finally, the person on the bed flickered his eyelids.
"Do you... want to eat?"
"..."
She got no response.
"Do you want to eat?"
Miss Slime asked again, leaning closer.
"Is there anything to eat?"
She finally got a response from Silas.
"I don't know."
The heavy feeling in Miss Slime's chest vanished, replaced by relief. "I have to steal it to know!"
"Technically, you're the young lady of this mansion... is there no better way than stealing?"
"I can take the maid's bra again and make her steal for me."
"...That's not necessary. Come, I'll teach you how to get food normally."
"..."
Miss Slime actually had no experience eating with others.
Madam Melina always gave her normal food, which she didn't like. she had only ever eaten in her room, sneakily.
The entire second floor was empty.
Miss Slime didn't really listen to the method Silas suggested and ran off to threaten the maid anyway. However, compared to last time, she didn't actually take the underwear and got a meal packed in a basket.
"..."
Silas hadn't actually been asleep. He was just resting with his eyes closed.
After all, returning to the mansion meant worrying about whether Miss Slime would cause trouble.
But as it turned out, she was very well-behaved.
He also heard her conversation with the maid. She liked him?
"Eat."
Her fingers gripped a fork, stabbing a piece of cooked meat.
So, why had he become the one being fed?
"..."
During the process of chewing and swallowing, he could see Miss Slime's eyes naturally curving into crescents. She stabbed a second piece of meat.
Several times Silas wanted to say something else.
But the third, fourth, fifth... many pieces of meat were handed over in succession.
"Enough, enough!"
Silas was hungry, but he couldn't stand being fed continuously.
"About your mother..."
"I want to be your lover."
"?"
Before Silas could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Miss Slime.
What?
"They told me that only lovers, couples, or mistresses would use their breasts to sandwich it."
"I read the book."
"Only lovers feel a heavy chest because the other person isn't there. When they see them, this place beats very fast."
"So, it's a lover's kind of liking."
"..."
Seeing Miss Slime talking to herself, her hands were placed over her papayas, indicating the position of her heart. Her expression was extremely serious.
"Do you even know what a lover is?"
"I don't know."
Miss Slime shook her head. "You teach me!"
"..."
What kind of bond was this with Miss Slime now?
This was even more abstract than when the Nun asked "Do you want me?"
Silas had originally intended to go through the whole "curing Madam Melina" routine.
But seeing her nervous and cramped appearance...
"Alright, I'll teach you."
Consider it payment for using those small papayas.
"!"
A joyful expression visibly surfaced on Miss Slime's cheeks. She seemed completely unconcerned about Melina in the basement.
"..."
So, why was she pulling down his pants?
"I'll sandwich it for you."
"No, no, no, I need to sleep now."
"You sleep. I'll sandwich it with my breasts!"
"..."
How the hell could he sleep?
Shouldn't he be taking her and Melina to the boat the others left behind to get off this island?
Squish.
The massive pressure inevitably made him hard.
"The hot stuff is coming out!"
"..."
A lover who understood nothing about sexual relations was now vigorously swaying her papaya breasts.
Damn!
How did it develop into this kind of relationship that seemed to violate his conscience?
"Eek?"
Miss Slime clearly didn't know why Silas had turned the tables and was now riding on her flat belly, gripping her breasts.
"Miss Slime, this isn't something just anyone can do."
"Mmh, there is only one lover. You."
"..."
Why was she blushing a bit?
He touched the area between her legs, which she had unconsciously pressed together. A few transparent threads of fluid.
"I want to pee..."
She became a bit embarrassed.
Something was wrong.
Miss Slime should know nothing and have no concept of this.
She had no normal blood circulation, and the slime only circulated in her "vessels." Normally, when not using slime, it was stored in her upper arms.
Except for that, her body was almost empty, with no other fluids... let alone secreting dopamine or female hormones.
"..."
Silas used X-Ray vision.
He fell silent.
It was real. The sticky threads on his fingertips were secreted from inside her honey pot. The real deal.
Click.
The unlatched door was opened.
It was the maid checking in.
"..."
"The Steward really is violating... ah, I saw nothing!"
The maid left.
"..."
Silas ignored it. He just stared as the cherries on top of Miss Slime's papayas became increasingly engorged. He fell into deep thought.
"Are you going to violate me?"
"Can I pee first?"
"..."
What was Miss Slime thinking?
She was still only half-understanding many things.
But the book said that the harder the hot object between her breasts got, the more he liked her. Right now, it was very hard.
Although she didn't know what being "violated" looked like, she didn't care. But why did she want to pee more and more? Clearly, her body never had such a need when she wasn't eating.
"This isn't violation, and it's not peeing."
"..."
The hot object was aimed at the entrance of her honey pot, and Miss Slime watched in confusion.
She seemed to have seen a similar description in a book. At this time, she should... gasp. But she hadn't practiced those "ah" sounds from the book.
She didn't know what to say at a time like this either.
After thinking for a long time, she only managed to squeeze out one sentence.
"Then, come and violate me."
Miss Slime didn't care about the maid saying violation was a bad thing. She only felt the hardness and heat between her papayas and judged it a good thing—that was enough.
"I said this isn't violation, it's..."
"Then, come and do it."
"..."
Madam Melina seemed to have broken free of her bonds and come out. Silas could see her talking to the maid with his X-Ray vision.
What did she want to do?
Maybe it didn't matter. The current Miss Slime wouldn't lose control so easily.
If she really wanted to do something, then from now on, it would be pure training for the Madam and normal relations with the daughter.
"Is it supposed to go inside here?"
Miss Slime's hand gripped Silas's thing. She asked very seriously.
"..."
Fuck, doing it to an innocent person is a crime!
But Miss Slime wasn't an idiot, just innocent. And she wasn't purely human; she was driven by slime.
So.
In a conversation under these circumstances, wrapped by breasts with superb pressure.
"Yes."
Silas parted Miss Slime's panties and aimed at her pubic bone. It was fine; he was just teaching her how to become an adult. The reason she hadn't come looking for him in reality must be because he was still ruthless in the end.