In the basement.
Silas stayed.
Thinking that if Miss Slime lost control again, he could shove ice into her mouth at any time.
But would shoving cold things into Miss Slime's mouth ahead of time necessarily prevent her from dying?
If the mother and daughter were to meet, the only way was to train and change Melina's thoughts.
"I don't have a daughter at all! How could I still want such a thing!"
"She is slime, a disgusting monster made from my daughter's flesh and blood... a parasite!"
"Do whatever you want; I will watch as you either kill it with ice or it kills you after losing control!"
The Madam Melina before his eyes had all her clothes stripped off.
The bouncing papayas were ruthlessly kneaded by Silas. Covered in red marks. She was different from Miss Slime; a normal body, no matter how humiliated, would have instinctive reactions.
The cherries would engorge and grow larger; no matter how slow the response, there was still slickness between her thighs.
"..."
He spread her full thighs. Curly hair was intertwined, and because she couldn't hold her pee just now, it had become even wetter.
A peculiar scent filled 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 bound, and no matter how she fought with her legs, they were inevitably forced apart by Silas.
"..."
Feeling the hot object undeniably resting at the cave entrance, it entered 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 no longer resisted, resigning herself to fate.
But after waiting for a long while, she didn't get Silas's further action.
Click.
Madam Melina heard it too; the wooden board covering the basement entrance made a sound.
Unquestionably, it was made by Miss Slime.
"Hehe, what other ways do you have?"
"She will lose control next; you either kill her with ice or you'll be killed."
"..."
Silas stood up, looking at her calmly. "Actually, I'm thinking about a question."
"Before every baby is born, besides blood relations, what exactly is the relationship with the parents?"
"Melina, what do you think it is?"
"..."
Madam Melina kept her mouth shut, looking at Silas mockingly.
"I believe they are all strangers."
Silas said calmly, "In the infant stage, even the brain isn't fully developed; you can't remember people and things. So how could there be a concept of blood relatives? The reason you identify a father or mother is because of long-term nurturing. A child doesn't call the other party mother or father as a matter of course just because they were born from them. It's because, in their memories, they have been nurtured by their parents since they were small."
"What... do you understand!"
Melina's face changed. "If I had known it was a monster, I would never have... wasted over ten years! What qualification do you have to say such words! Have you ever had a daughter? You're not even a woman, how could you possibly understand my feelings! Do whatever you want! I'll stay right here and wait—one day, you will 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 be a human being."
"..."
Melina held her head high, gritting her teeth. Looking like she would rather be killed.
"!"
Silas grabbed her slender waist and pierced through that membrane inside the honey pot.
The slickness secreted within the cavity was sparse, but he didn't care.
After many times of forced entry, no matter how unwilling Madam Melina was... there was still nectar.
"Hah..."
"I will..."
"Watch you, waiting for you to either be killed by the slime or be killed by the people from the Church!"
Even as her huge papayas constantly swayed and the sounds of fluid grew wanton.
Even as there was occasionally uncontrollable gasping.
She would only look at Silas with more hatred and more disgust.
He came once.
Then three or four times more.
Her thighs were already shaking, her honey pot... filled to the brim.
Miss Slime coming earlier was within Silas's expectations. This was, in itself, an experiment.
If the training succeeded, then all was well.
If it failed... if the ice couldn't suppress it, he'd just restart.
"You'd rather become like this than be human?"
Silas rose up again, standing before the already exhausted Madam Melina.
"..."
Visibly, her body trembled. She cowered.
But she still gritted her teeth.
"I won't die, I will watch how you die!"
"Hah!"
"..."
Entered again.
That pair of bouncing papaya breasts were already covered in handprints. But even though Madam Melina fainted, she didn't submit.
On the contrary, the hatred could not be dissolved.
"..."
Silas twisted her cherry.
The latter opened her eyes again, saw Silas before her, and immediately gritted her teeth in total disgust.
"Is it just... this level?"
"Come again! When the slime loses control, what can you do then?!"
"..."
"Madam Melina. Actually, before knowing you denied Miss Slime as your daughter, I thought you were a decent mother. Your life wasn't entirely pathetic."
"Now, I'm starting to feel... your life has become pathetic."
Silas didn't care what expression the latter had, walking straight toward the stairs.
"..."
Miss Slime was in Silas's bedroom. Sitting by the bedside without moving. Normally when Silas returned after being busy, she would have already pressed her engorged papaya breasts against him. But not now.
Silas held 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 without leaving, watching the whole time, yet strangely hadn't lost control, that Silas continued training.
"Mama... doesn't want me anymore?"
Miss Slime spoke blankly. As if wanting to confirm it once more from Silas.
Was it because of this that she didn't lose control immediately?
Pale blue slime began to secrete from her palms. Although her current body had organs, there was no blood flowing inside. It was all slime.
"You are sick now and need to swallow this."
Silas unwrapped the towel, taking out the ice inside.
There was one last thing to try in this simulation. See if shoving ice into the body of the uncontrolled Miss Slime ahead of time could let her live.
"It's... cold... don't... like it."
Miss Slime didn't have a large reaction, just looking at the ice in Silas's hand.
"Even though eating it is painful, it can make you better."
If he could, Silas didn't want to use this method. But unfortunately, Madam Melina couldn't be trained. If he really broke her, the one presented to Miss Slime in the end wouldn't be a mother either.
"..."
Miss Slime didn't resist; as the ice was shoved into her mouth, she began to feel uncomfortable.
She spat it out again.
Visibly, the slime secreted from her palms only soaked the bedsheets. It didn't instantly fill the whole room as before.
Could just one piece of ice suppress the slime's spread?
"I know! Paizuri is better than being very good friends. Only the unique one... will do it."
Miss Slime stared straight at Silas. "It's not... a bad thing."
"..."
Wait.
How did she start taking off her bra? And pushing him down, turning the tables?
"You are a very good friend. There is no second. Only then will we do it. Right?"
"..."
Being stared at by that pair of innocent eyes.
"I went to find the maids! They... told me!"
As if afraid Silas would scold her, Miss Slime hurriedly took out the bra placed under the pillow. "I... also took away... this!"
"..."
Silas guessed the maid she found was terrified. But Miss Slime actually didn't even know the meaning of taking away underwear as leverage, simply imitating him.
So, what was she going to do?
"Mama... won't... not want me."
Miss Slime's papaya breasts pressed against Silas's gradually reviving part through his pants. But her expression was completely different from usual, looking a bit pained.
"You are the best friend. You won't... lie. Is Mama sick? Is that why... she became so strange?"
"..."
Silas understood.
Miss Slime chose the easiest behavior humans are born with... escape. She couldn't accept it, so she distorted it into a thought she could accept.
"I also know! You are... looking for things that can float 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 deceiving her by going along with her words.
Smoothing it over not only allows him to leave the island, but also avoids the trouble of explaining to Miss Slime why Madam Melina isn't coming along. Efficiency above all.
"I knew it! Mama... won't... not want me!"
Miss Slime instantly regained her drive, grabbing Silas's already hard thing.
"..."
But as a human.
Silas's conscience would ache slightly.
Being jerked by her warm hand, sandwiched by papaya breasts.
"Miss Slime, I'm not uncomfortable 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. Inevitably got hard.
The papaya squeezing also became harder and harder. The breast pressure was too strong. Miss Slime sucked very seriously. On that, there might still be traces of Madam Melina.
But she didn't care at all.
"Hot stuff... it came out!"
Silas had never seen anyone, after serving with paizuri, show an expression that had zero eroticism and only pure joy.
"You said... go find a way to cure Mama!"
Miss Slime's cleavage and hands were still stained with a large amount of glistening fluid, looking at Silas with anticipation.
Since when did she trust him so much?
"..."
Silas stared at Miss Slime's face.
Or did she actually understand everything? Yet would rather believe his lie full of holes?
"What you did with Mama... what was it?"
Miss Slime touched her own slit. "I saw you... behind Mama's buttocks. Is it treatment?"
"Mmh."
Silas didn't know, and didn't feel like thinking anymore.
Isn't this quite good too?
Miss Slime remains innocent, attributing Melina's current appearance to being sick. Taking them off the island to avoid the Church people coming again—at least this stage of the task should be finished.
As for the follow-up, we'll 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 should be because he hadn't developed any relationship with Miss Slime that violated his conscience.
So.
Even knowing it's a real game, so what? Silas can still be a ruthless player.