The corridor beyond the opened door pulsed with pinkish light, its air thick with a heady scent—peach candy laced with the musky tang of unwashed sheets, teasing the senses like a forbidden tryst.
The humidity clung to the skin, warm and sticky, as if the dungeon itself were sweating with arousal.
Kota stepped cautiously, his sneakers making soft splshh sounds on the lube-slick tiles, each step sending a shiver through him as the floor yielded like soft flesh.
The walls were smoother here—glossy, veined with magenta glow, throbbing with a slow, rhythmic squish, like a lover's pulse mid-climax.
Droplets of warm, glistening fluid dripped from above, splattering onto his hoodie, soaking through to outline his lanky frame.
"This place smells like a love hotel got drunk and threw up," Miki muttered, waving a hand in front of her face, her gym shirt clinging to her ample chest, nipples faintly visible through the damp fabric, her skirt riding up to flash her tanned thighs.
"It's lube vapor," Kota said, his voice low, fighting the heat creeping up his neck as the musky air pressed against him. "Don't breathe too deep. It's—"
"What the hell is lube vapor?" Reina snapped, striding ahead, her blouse straining against her full breasts, thigh-high stockings shimmering with beads of dungeon dew, her hips swaying with each defiant step.
Kota winced, gripping the strap of his notebook tighter, the paper damp against his fingers.
"Aerosolized aphrodisiac moisture. Level 2 of the tutorial dungeon—'Slime Variant Zone.' The area's coated in magically reactive lubricant to boost sensitivity and mobility of slime-based enemies."
No one responded.
They just kept walking, their skirts swishing, clinging tighter in the humid air.
Kota's pulse quickened as he felt the layout shifting underfoot—classic zone mechanic.
Slimes weren't the real threat.
It was what they stimulated, the way they made every touch electric, every slip a tease.
Ahead, the corridor narrowed, its glossy walls closing in, the floor sloping slightly downward, slick and treacherous.
Miki, ever eager, hurried up beside Reina, her ponytail bouncing, and hopped over a glowing line in the floor, her skirt flipping up to reveal a glimpse of bloomers.
"Careful!" Kota warned, his voice sharp.
"That's a mobility glyph—"
SLIP.
Miki's sneaker hit a slick patch, her foot shooting forward.
She yelped and crashed hard—legs splayed wide, skirt flipped up to expose her soaked bloomers, clinging obscenely to her curves.
Her ass hit the tile with a heavy squelch, her crotch landing directly on a luminous puddle of shimmering gel that pulsed with a warm, inviting glow.
The floor flared beneath her pelvis, radiating heat that seemed to caress her skin.
"Ah—! Ahhh!" Miki's voice cracked as she arched her back, her hips twitching involuntarily against the goo. "T-That's t-too warm—what the hell is—!?"
She squirmed, her bloomers squishing audibly as the gel seeped into the fabric, coating her skin with a slick, tingling warmth that made her thighs tremble.
Her gym shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of toned midriff, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
"Oh my god, she's grinding it," Yuri muttered, her blouse translucent with sweat, outlining her lacy bra, her lips parted in a mix of disgust and fascination.
"I am not!" Miki screamed, trying to sit up, her hands slipping on the slick floor, her thighs stuck fast as the gel clung to her, soaking through to tease her skin with a pulsing, electric heat.
The walls responded.
They moaned—a deep, feminine wail that rolled through the corridor, sultry and hungry, as if the dungeon itself were aroused by Miki's struggle.
"Oh no," Kota muttered, his pants tightening as the heat pressed against him.
"It's started."
The floor pulsed again, its glow intensifying.
Thin tendrils of clear slime slid out from between tiles ahead, glistening like liquid desire. One twitched, its tip curling like a teasing finger.
Another quivered, dripping with clear fluid.
Reina drew a sharp breath as one brushed her shin, its touch feather-light and maddeningly warm, sending a shiver up her leg.
Her skirt rode up, flashing more of her lace-trimmed stockings.
"Don't touch me—what the fuck is this!?" she snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and unease.
"Don't kick it!" Kota barked, his eyes wide, sweat beading on his brow.
Too late.
She raised her leg and stomped the nearest slime, her heel sinking into its glossy surface with a wet shlorp.
It split in half—then reformed, its glistening mass swelling into two writhing tendrils, each pulsing with a soft, erotic hum.
"Oh, perfect," Kota groaned, his voice heavy as he watched the slimes multiply.
"They multiply when attacked."
More tendrils sprouted, their glossy forms shaping into vaguely feminine limbs—slender arms, long, wobbly fingers that glistened with slick promise.
The floor grew warmer, the air thicker, as if the dungeon were breathing in their fear and arousal.
Miki moaned again, her hands trembling as she tried to push herself up, her bloomers making a noisy shlorp as they clung to her skin, now fully soaked, outlining every curve.
Her hips twitched, her breath hitching with a needy edge.
Reina's violet eyes locked on Kota, her chest heaving, blouse clinging to her curves.
"What the hell is this level?"
Kota stared straight ahead, his face serious, though his pulse raced with the dungeon's heat.
"Slime-girls," he said, his voice low and steady.
"And they're just getting started."