The tendrils slid across the floor like serpents made of syrup, their glossy surfaces glistening with a lewd, liquid sheen.
Some were as thin as ribbons, quivering with delicate promise; others ballooned with fluid, jiggling with each sultry movement, as if teasing the group with their curves.
They weren't fast—but they didn't need to be.
Every surface was slick with lube, every step a potential slide into ecstasy or doom.
And the walls?
They moaned—deep, sultry wails that reverberated through the corridor, as if the dungeon itself were aroused, savoring the chaos unfolding within its fleshy embrace.
Kota's eyes scanned the floor, his hoodie clinging to his lanky frame, damp with the dungeon's musky heat.
The glyphs glowed irregularly now, pulsing in time with the girls' movements, radiating a warm, tingling energy.
"They're drawing in lust mana," he said, his voice low, fighting the heat pooling in his core.
"The slimes are catalyzing it into forms."
"What the hell does that mean!?"
Reina snapped, stepping backward, her skirt riding up to flash lace-trimmed stockings, her thighs glistening with beads of lube vapor.
Before Kota could answer, the nearest slime began rising, its glossy mass stretching upward—forming shoulders, then curves, and finally a pair of plump, translucent breasts that jiggled with a wet, inviting bounce.
No face, just suggestive anatomy, its surface shimmering with slick desire, dripping clear fluid onto the floor.
Kanae shrieked, her skirt swishing to reveal a glimpse of panties, her toned legs trembling.
"Nope!" she yelled, pulling a gym baton from her side pack and swinging at the goo-woman.
The weapon sliced through with a wet splat, splattering the slime—only for it to quiver and reform, now twice as thick, its curves more pronounced, glistening with obscene promise.
The slime lunged, wrapping around Kanae's leg like a tentacle of molten jello, its touch warm and tingling, seeping into her skin.
"AH! It's on me—it's touching me!" she screamed, her voice cracking as the slime caressed her thigh, creeping higher.
"Don't struggle!" Kota shouted, his pants tightening as he watched the slime's glossy grip.
"It feeds off friction—!"
She kicked it.
Hard.
Her heel sank into the slime with a wet shlorp.
It split.
Now two gooey limbs latched onto both legs, their slick surfaces pulsing against her skin, pulling her down with a sloppy splat.
Her skirt flipped up, exposing her panties, now soaked with lube, clinging to her curves as she thrashed.
Miki, still stuck to the floor puddle, reached toward her, her bloomers squishing audibly, her tanned breasts heaving under her damp gym shirt.
"Kanae—!"
But then Reina stepped in.
She didn't scream.
She didn't warn.
She moved—precise, deadly, furious—slamming her heel into the slime's core, her thigh-highs gleaming with lube.
The impact worked—at first. The mass stuttered, twitched—
And exploded.
Not in shards. In droplets.
A shower of clear, glittery slime splattered across her legs, her toned stomach, her full chest.
Her white blouse darkened, turning translucent, clinging to her breasts, the outline of her bra visible as the lube soaked through.
Her thigh-highs slid down slightly, slick and glistening, exposing more of her creamy thighs.
The walls let out an ecstatic moan, deep and hungry, as if the dungeon climaxed with her.
Reina froze, her violet eyes wide with horror, her body trembling as the lube tingled against her skin.
"Ugh… the fuck—why is it tingling?" she gasped, her voice shaking, her hips twitching involuntarily.
"It's reactive lube!" Kota called, his voice urgent, sweat beading on his brow as he watched her glistening form.
"Once it coats your skin, it amplifies nerve sensitivity! You can't—"
Her back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"A-Aah—!" she gasped, her breasts heaving under the soaked blouse, nipples hardening visibly.
She stumbled backward, grabbing the wall for support—only to find it had softened, a gooey mass enveloping her wrist, warm and pulsing like a lover's grip.
She was stuck, her skirt riding up to flash the edge of her panties, now damp with lube.
And the slime didn't stop.
A transparent feminine limb formed again, its glossy curves cupping under Reina's skirt, brushing against her inner thighs with a teasing, electric warmth.
Her lips parted involuntarily, a flush creeping up her neck.
"Don't you dare—!" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and unwanted arousal.
Kota was already in motion, stepping between her and the incoming tendril mass, his heart pounding as the dungeon's heat pressed against him.
He scanned the glowing floor pattern, spotting it—a pressure plate, a manual override trigger for "reluctant partners."
He hated this part in the game.
The solution was effective but degrading, a perfect trap for prideful players.
He took a breath, his eyes locking on Reina's flushed, glistening face.
"Reina," he said firmly, "you have to say it."
"Say what?" she snapped, her voice cracking as the slime caressed higher, her thighs trembling.
"You have to say, 'Please, slime, I'm ready to be used.' Or it won't deactivate."
Reina's eyes widened, her lips parting in shock, her blouse clinging to her curves, outlining every curve.
"Are you insane!?"
"It's not me! It's the mechanic! If the slime believes you're ready, it'll stop resisting and dissolve. That's how it's programmed!" Kota said, his voice steady despite the heat pooling in his core.
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever—!" she started, but the slime pressed against her panties through her skirt, its touch warm and insistent, sending a shiver through her.
She yelped, her hips bucking slightly, her face flushing crimson.
Kota raised an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. "Say it."
The others watched, wide-eyed, their breaths hitching in the musky air. Even Aika, still slime-free, her pantyhose shimmering with dew, said nothing, her glasses fogging slightly.
Reina gritted her teeth, her legs twitching, her blouse soaked, clinging to her heaving breasts.
"…Please, slime," she growled, her voice low, trembling with humiliation.
Kota folded his arms, his voice calm but firm. "Louder."
"…Please, slime," she spat, her violet eyes blazing, her thighs quivering as the slime pulsed against her.
"Say it all," Kota insisted, his tone unyielding.
"I swear I will end you when we get out of here," she muttered, her voice shaking, her body trembling with the slime's teasing touch.
The slime curled tighter, its glossy limb pressing harder, eliciting a soft, involuntary moan from her lips.
Reina screamed, her voice breaking.
"FINE! P-PLEASE, SLIME, I'M READY TO BE USED!"
A chime rang, clear and teasing, echoing through the corridor.
The slime pulsed… then shivered… and melted, pouring down her legs in a warm, glistening wave, leaving her skin slick and gleaming, her skirt and blouse clinging obscenely to her curves.
She collapsed to her knees, panting, her thighs glistening with lube, her face flushed with a mix of fury and shame. Her thigh-highs pooled at her ankles, exposing her creamy legs.
"…Kill me," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the dungeon's soft, sated hum.
Kota reached down to help her up, his hands brushing her slick skin, sending a shiver through him.
"Told you. It's textbook," he said, his voice steady, though his pulse raced with the dungeon's heat and her proximity.