[Last night, you ignored Madam Melina's request to see her daughter.]
[The current live experience has ended.]
[Do you want to continue with Regular Simulation or Free Simulation?]
That didn't count as ignoring her.
Silas was already suppressing his anger. He had worked so hard to save everyone in the mansion, including Melina, yet she still courted death with a pair of scissors.
He really had wanted to keep Miss Slime away and find a place to silence Melina forever.
But...
For the Melina of yesterday, being ignored and left alive was actually the most painful thing. It didn't matter anymore.
[You chose Regular Simulation.]
[In the morning, you woke up.]
[The servants in the mansion had roughly understood that the ice on the island wasn't a natural disaster but man-made. Someone boldly went to the place where you fought during the night and saw the corpses.]
[Some people felt alienated from you, thinking your conflict with the Church was inevitable, and planned to escape on their own. Others hoped to leave with you.]
[You didn't want to travel with anyone. You only told them to take whatever property they could from the island now, or else it would fall into someone else's hands later. After taking it, they should find their own way to leave and not count on you.]
[Some said this was ill-gotten wealth.]
[You just smiled and replied, whether virtuous or not, take it or leave it, but if anyone leaked your whereabouts and appearance, leading to your capture, you would definitely expose everyone here. Everyone is an accomplice.]
[The servants were stunned. Some showed indignant expressions, while a few understood they had actually saved their lives and were even more grateful to you.]
Silas never thought of being a hero.
Nor did he expect or believe in the principle that good people will be rewarded.
If he saw someone and could save them easily, he would lend a hand. After saving them, if he felt it wasn't necessary to kill them, threatening them was the same. Just to have a clear conscience.
He wasn't a medieval tyrant.
[You ignored the others and began preparing to go to sea with Miss Slime. The ice layer began to melt after a night. But it was still possible to take a small boat to where the Church people left their ships.]
[However, you didn't plan to sail their ship. You felt it was too conspicuous. You went aboard their ship to find a navigation chart.]
[You discovered that the nearest land seemed to be only in the direction they came from. Other areas, unmarked in detail, would take at least ten times longer to reach.]
[You decided to stick to the original plan and not use the common port as a landing point.]
There was no choice.
Although he had learned some skills for sailing a small sailboat from the fisherman, Silas had no confidence in sailing on the vast ocean.
Especially if they encountered storms or difficult enemies at sea... he had no ability to fight on water.
[Afternoon. You have made all preparations.]
[You returned to the mansion. The servants had left one after another because of your words. Except for Madam Melina, who was staying in the basement for some reason, and Miss Slime in your room, the place was empty.]
[Miss Slime didn't seem idle either. She collected a lot of food for you; although half of it needed to be eaten immediately, the rest was usable.]
[Under her confused gaze, you threw many books from the shelf that she hadn't had time to read into the pile. You told her the voyage would be at least a week, longer if unlucky. It wouldn't do without things to relieve boredom.]
[You set off.]
[Along the island's port, occasionally needing to break through ice that hadn't completely melted. From a distance, you could see the once brightly lit island was now dead silent.]
[You used the compass removed from the Church's ship to identify the direction.]
[There was no wind, so Miss Slime rowed the oars as you taught her.]
This way, maybe there wouldn't be any more choices, and the mission would be completed directly.
[The island was no longer visible. With a slight night breeze, you adjusted the canvas, and Miss Slime no longer needed to row so hard.]
[Miss Slime collected a lot of food for you, but none for herself. Fortunately, you also collected a lot of raw meat for her when you were out preparing.]
[You took out the food for her, but she just stared at the meat in her hand without showing joy. Instead, she looked somewhat distractedly in the direction of the island.]
[You discovered that the psychological trauma Madam Melina brought to her was probably far more than it appeared.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Change course and fish up some ice for her to eat.]
[Option 2: Continue sailing and control her with your hands.]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
It triggered a choice after all?
Actually, when Silas went to prepare for sailing, what he told Miss Slime should have been... just read books in the bedroom and ignore everything else.
But she was always busy.
It felt like right after telling Melina "pick up the scissors again and I'll tie you up," she immediately attacked him with her papaya breasts.
[You chose Option 2.]
At this point, Silas couldn't possibly think ice was the best way to deal with Miss Slime anymore.
Splash splash.
On the pitch-black sea surface, apart from the sound of waves splashing, only the dim oil lamp in the cabin swayed.
"..."
Silas's hand unhesitatingly gripped Miss Slime's perky papaya breasts.
"?"
Miss Slime, with some raw meat juice still on the corner of her mouth, stared blankly at Silas.
"Want... to use breasts?"
"No. Ah, not saying I won't use them, just later."
Seeing Miss Slime's expression turn gloomy instantly, Silas immediately added a sentence.
"..."
But she wasn't much happier, just lowering her gaze and staring at the hand on her chest.
"I... don't have a Mama anymore."
Her tone trembled slightly.
"Before, what I liked most was after treatment, Mama would take me to bathe together, tell stories. Would allow me... to eat meat."
"The book says, mother and daughter, means when a person gives birth to a child, that is it. I am... sticky. Not a normal child."
"..."
Soon, Miss Slime's eyes filled with tears.
She must have held it in for a long time; being able to choose to reject her mother personally and hold it in until now was already amazing.
"What... am I?"
Those eyes filled with various complex emotions stared at Silas.
"A girl with very big and moist papaya breasts."
"Papaya?"
"..."
What exactly did she expect a man kneading a woman's breasts with both hands to answer?
It was hard not to speak from the heart.
What is she?
Silas felt she was a human. The definition of human in his past life was no longer simply defined by race.
A complicated explanation...
Not needed.
"Miss Slime is whatever she thinks she is. This isn't defined by others, including me."
"I, am... slime."
"No, in my view, you are human."
"People in books, all have, names. I don't."
That teary-eyed look, as if expecting Silas to give her a human name.
"It's simple, names are everywhere. Like Cuihua, Tiezhu, Goudan..."
"Cui, Hua?"
"..."
Silas fell silent.
In this simulation, there was a place full of incongruity from the start.
[Character: Cuihua]
[Intel: The target's body is increasingly tending toward perfection. It is predicted that after complete stabilization, the destructive effect after losing control will be harder to control. But usually, due to having a tangible body, the impact of low temperature on her is more severe.]
Let's not talk about the changes in the X-Ray Vision Expert intel first.
The reason it was originally '???' was because she really didn't have a name.
"No no no, forget what I just said!"
How did a casual remark become her name?
It couldn't be unchangeable, right?
"In my opinion, Elizabeth..."
"Elizabeth?"
"..."
Still changeable.
Regarding the name, since he had rejected the ones Melina provided, Silas had indeed thought about seriously giving Miss Slime one.
But on short notice, what smooth-sounding name was there?
Waves, tides.
"How about Xiye (Tide Night)?"
"Xi Ye (Suck Liquid)?"
"No, it's written like this."
Silas subconsciously wrote in Chinese, seeing Miss Slime's confused look, he switched to English.
"Siya?"
"Yes. Look, it's night now, and the waves feel almost like tides... uh, it's also somewhat poetic?"
Seeing Miss Slime's dull face, Silas regretted it.
Should have copied the Nun's sister's name and rearranged it. What talent did he have for naming?
"Me, Siya."
Miss Slime pointed at her own face, tears no longer spilling out.
"..."
"You, Silas."
"Yes."
"Silas."
"It's me."
"Silas!"
"...Don't keep calling."
Silas was getting a bit embarrassed.
"I, didn't cry. People who cry, everyone in the book dislikes them."
Miss Slime wiped her cheek with her sleeve, squeezing out an increasingly natural smile.
"Is that so?"
"Siya, is me."
It seemed she was very happy to have a name.
Was it precisely because of this that she took his hand, drilled into her clothes, and let him intuitively feel how big and soft her papayas were?
"..."
Miss Slime stopped talking. Just staring at Silas's face.
A moment later, a slight blush rippled on her cheeks.
"Slime... uh, Miss Siya, why are you blushing?"
"Silas, is licking, my breasts."
This is normal!
Who could withstand just rubbing with hands? Besides, Miss Slime's body was peculiar; it really had a physical fragrance. Milk scent.
But she shouldn't be shy.
"Silas, this, isn't peeing?"
Miss Slime suddenly lifted her skirt, revealing somewhat moist panties.
"..."
How to explain this?
"Silas, last time, couldn't go in. This time, can."
"?"
Seeing Miss Slime's cheeks turn even redder, she lifted her panties to reveal the pure, narrow entrance.
"Lovers, do everything. Only, this hasn't been done."
"..."
Something was wrong.
Miss Slime definitely acquired other knowledge she hadn't mentioned, otherwise, she couldn't be this shy.
Large drops of transparent threads slid down her thigh flesh. The slightly opened honey pot seemed to invite Silas to proceed to the next step quickly.
Last time it was really because it was too narrow and not enough secretion. Finally solved it in another way, but this time it could definitely go in.
At this step...
Can he still say he hasn't violated his conscience?
"It's hard."
"?"
Silas was still fighting with two little figures in his head. Miss Slime had already gripped his thing, pulled open his pants, and licked seriously. As if licking a popsicle, sucking away any little bit of juice that spilled out.
What the fuck is there to choose?
He couldn't possibly let Miss Slime walk out of the shadow of losing her mother, only to immediately add another shadow created by himself.
Besides.
She insisted.
"..."
Forcefully interrupting Miss Slime's serious blowjob. Pushed her down on the narrow cabin mat. Her thighs instinctively closed together. But because of this concealment, it became even more...
"Silas."
Miss Slime spoke softly, "I also, don't know. But after changing into this body, there are many things in the books I didn't understand, the emotions mentioned in the books, I seem to, understand a little."
"This kind of thing, friends cannot do."
"..."
"Silas's, lover, is only me?"
"Pretty much."
Not really a lie.
Miss Rose and the Princess in reality.
They had long called themselves wives; there were no lovers.
"Your face is very red."
Staring at her increasingly rosy cheeks, Silas couldn't help but ask confusedly, "Getting redder and redder."
"Mgh..."
Miss Slime seemed a bit awkward, slightly bringing her smooth thighs together. "Thinking, Silas, will only do this kind of thing to me. Feel floaty, ticklish."
That is to say, because Miss Slime gained a real body, even if she didn't understand many things, the instinctive shyness...
"So hard."
She stared blankly at Silas's tool.
"..."
Isn't that nonsense?
How could he endure seeing her originally closed thighs forced open, transparent thin threads stretching at her panties?
Squelch.
Silas aimed at the entrance under her pubic bone. Smoothly squeezed halfway in.
The rest.
"Siya, is a lover."
"Can endure, pain."
"..."
This time he wouldn't withdraw just because Miss Slime showed a hint of pain. If his conscience hurts, let it hurt; he couldn't suddenly turn to cold violence against Miss Slime halfway. That would be truly beastly.
"Ya."
Miss Slime suddenly opened her mouth and let out an awkward cry.
"?"
"In the book, doing this, makes a sound. Only with sound, will it come in. Is that right?"
"Absolutely not."
To be honest, for the first time, Silas wanted to laugh while his lust reached its peak.
"Ya-hu... like this?"
"..."
Silas reached out to press the engorged part above her entrance. At first, Miss Slime was a bit dazed.
"Mgh..."
But gradually, perhaps the body's instinct prompted her to emit a truly erotic low moan. Gasping heavily, the secreted warm liquid completely submerged the half of Silas that was inside.
"So strange. Body. Like this, is right?"
"Miss Siya. I'm starting!"
"..."
Visibly, she became a bit nervous. But instead of closing her thighs, she suppressed her instinct and spread them wider. Her slender hand reached over from her stomach, lightly holding her panties aside.
Which cadre can withstand this kind of test?!
Everything was ready.
Silas grabbed those massive papayas, vigorously kneading the already erect cherries.
"Silas, something, is about to come out of my butt... mgh."
Miss Slime's cheeks were red to the roots of her ears due to her body's instinctive reaction. Her voice was also mixed with many subtle gasps. The honey pot entrance was sticky beyond belief.
"..."
Silas pressed on Miss Slime, gathering his strength.
The screen suddenly paused.
[You have resolved the rift between Miss Slime and her mother, and are safely sailing Miss Slime on the route away from the island.]
[This simulation is paused... Rewards will be distributed later.]
Laughed out of anger.
Just thinking about whether this dogshit game would suddenly edge him, he deliberately caressed Miss Slime more. The result was still the fucking slotted timing.
Silas raised his middle finger.
If you have the guts, turn into a papaya girl and come out, try edging right in front of my face!