Late at night.
In the inn, Miss Slime sat quietly on the bed, waiting for a long time. She still hadn't seen Silas return.
She unconsciously began to worry.
She walked barefoot to the window, wanting to go out, but ultimately didn't.
By the table, using the flickering light of the oil lamp, she flipped open the book.
[The Knights of Heroes]
The title of the book she was reading was this. But fundamentally, Miss Slime wasn't interested in heroes or knights.
It was only because she had seen Silas exhaustedly taking care of the Cardinal Archbishop that she wanted to be of help too.
She felt she was very weak. Encountering those people who brought out cold things made her useless.
So, she wanted to learn some useful moves from books besides sex.
That way.
Silas definitely wouldn't always say, "Siya, wait for me here."
She wasn't stupid.
She also knew that Silas's busyness was probably all because of the danger her slime brought.
If she could become stronger.
She could solve all the bad guys in one go, and Silas would only need to be interested in her breasts and butt... doing that kind of thing every day would be enough.
[Kick and Thrust: Person A holds the sword in their right hand, thrusting towards Person B's chest; Person B cleverly presses their blade against A's blade, deflecting it to the rear left, while adjusting the sword tip downwards...]
Miss Slime recognized most of the words.
But when combined, she found it hard to understand the meaning.
Kicking...
She could only combine it with simple stick figure illustrations, picking up a pillow as a sword, and clumsily learning.
But she couldn't feel how strong her raised toes thrusting the pillow were.
After practicing for half a day, Miss Slime became more and more disappointed.
Sure enough!
Better to tell Silas to leave here. Don't go looking for bad guys anymore; it's becoming dangerous.
Just like the book said, find a place to hide. Doing sexy things every day would be fine!
Becoming stronger seemed impossible. But sexy things... clamping Silas's thing with her toes, she could intuitively feel Silas's heat and hardness. She knew it was useful.
She made up her mind.
Changing into the white fishnet stockings Silas had asked her to wear before in the bedroom, she prepared to suggest going somewhere else when Silas was happy, not continuing to stay here.
Click.
Before she waited much longer, Miss Slime heard a noise.
Silas was back.
But besides Silas's familiar footsteps, there were others. And they were all women.
Although Miss Slime had seen in books that occasionally men liked to play with more than one woman. She wouldn't stop Silas from being interested in other women either; for this reason, she had even suggested on the ship that Silas play with the women among the pirates.
But.
So many... more than ten women.
If he liked breasts so much, when would it be her turn to be touched? Miss Slime's mood dropped.
"Is she asleep already?"
Hearing a strange woman asking outside. Miss Slime covered her head with the quilt, her chest feeling heavy.
"Probably not? The oil lamp isn't out, and the book is still here."
"Oh, she likes reading this kind of hero story? Hehe, read fewer human books; when our clan grows stronger in the future, we'll have our own hero stories."
"..."
Miss Slime felt.
If Silas wanted to touch other women, then touch them. She would stay in the room and not go out, waiting.
Creak.
But Silas came in.
"?"
"Siya, why are you sticking your butt out and hiding your head under the quilt?"
"..."
"Miss Slime?"
"Silas, want to touch other women's breasts. Just touch. Siya can wait, in line."
"What?"
"But, too many, ugh... until when does Siya have to wait? Can it be, a little less? Three or four, more than ten women, too many."
"..."
It took quite some time.
Miss Slime, having her breasts kneaded by Silas, finally realized she had completely misunderstood. She was a bit cheerful, yet a bit awkward.
"Three or four, Siya can wait."
"I told you, I don't have that intention. Besides, which of them is bigger than you?"
"But, the book says, men also like small ones..."
"I like big ones."
"Mgh..."
Miss Slime was really shy. Unconsciously puffing out her large papayas for Silas to feel.
Then since it wasn't for playing, touching breasts, why bring so many women back?
"I'm very sorry, I really wanted to see what a kind dating you would be like... eek, wearing this kind of clothes, rubbing breasts."
"This lewd expression..."
"Excuse me."
"..."
Miss Slime saw a woman with a small patch of strange slime covering her face come in, gasp, and hurriedly leave.
"Silas, who is she?"
"Uh, how to put it... sort of a friend?"
"Oh, Silas's friend. Is also Siya's friend. Then being seen by her, won't dispose of her."
"Why dispose of?"
"Breasts, can only be seen by a lover. The book says so. Being seen by others, is che... mgh, cheating?"
"..."
Silas felt it was a bit abstract.
Miss Slime had double standards.
Feeling it was okay for him to play with three or four women, yet she specifically learned the faithful part. Doesn't this make him look like a beast?
The women outside were also very abstract.
Thought there would be a fight, but it turned into him being their hope for carrying on the family line.
"..."
Miss Slime reached out, gently stroking Silas's pants. Trying to grip the place that would get hard.
"Now isn't the time for this; you go to sleep first. I still have some things to discuss with them."
"..."
Silas turned a blind eye to the white fishnet stockings she put on.
Went out.
Soon, Miss Slime heard the conversation in the living room.
"..."
"That is to say, the Acting Pope went to the capital of Portia to be crowned Acting Pope?"
This was Silas's voice.
"Yes. And most importantly, there is no one else around him, only himself. Compared to facing him and the Cardinal Archbishops simultaneously, I think this is a rare opportunity. Hard to come by again if missed."
Then an unknown woman.
"Does Miss Anna know the specific route?"
"Mmh... after being crowned Acting Pope, he will definitely inspect some major cities. I can only circle the places he is most likely to go. He will definitely return here; I will wait for him on the inevitable route."
"I see."
"..."
"Little brother, don't think about it. This isn't your business. Seeing a kind showing that shy expression... I know you treat her well. You seem very capable, earning enough money to live in such a high-class place. You also know a lot; what we lack most is the ability to make money. Relying only on stealing and robbing, the clan cannot grow. And you are the only male."
"I think my strength is okay; maybe going together will increase the success rate?"
"...If you hide far away and remember his face. If I fail, you and your companions should stay away from the Kingdom of Portia. As long as he is still human, there will come a day when he grows old. Kill him then. If I succeed, hehe... the New Church in the Kingdom of Portia will definitely be erased, and our clan will completely occupy the Kingdom of Portia."
"But adding it up now, counting me, there are less than twenty people..."
"So! That's why you are important; you must live. If I can succeed... ah, no need to treat us as wives or lovers, just contributing to the clan. You will be comfortable too."
"..."
"Can I ask? Why doesn't Miss Anna wait for the Acting Pope to get old before acting?"
"Hehe, I originally had eleven sisters. Now only Lilith is left. Seeing that scumbag gloriously become some Acting Pope, if it were you thinking there was a chance to kill him, would you endure it? Besides, whether he will die of old age... their bodies can no longer be described as human. The worst outcome is never being able to take revenge, and us having no way to have offspring. But now with you, the worst outcome... at least is being able to live in seclusion in a remote place. Survive."
"..."
Most of the words, the eavesdropping Miss Slime didn't quite understand.
But one point was clear.
Silas was going with the woman to find the person called Acting Pope. Setting off tomorrow.
Creak.
The tightly closed bedroom door opened.
Silas came in.
"Siya, some of these people will live here from now on. But they shouldn't be hard to get along with."
"..."
Miss Slime paused, asking, "Silas, going to another place tomorrow, to find bad guys?"
"Pretty much."
"Take, how long?"
"Won't exceed ten days."
"..."
Miss Slime could feel Silas stroking her buttocks and thighs wrapped in white fishnet stockings. The pants there also became hard.
Usually, she would be cheerful.
But now just clenching her toes, while enduring the numbness brought by Silas's licking, she opened her mouth, "Can Siya, go together?"
"Not a big deal."
"Siya, very useless... last time, Silas was very tired facing bad guys, Siya met cold things, had no strength."
"Who said useless? The secreted slime is very useful as essential oil, very."
"..."
Being praised as sexy, Miss Slime would feel happy.
But she really wanted to become stronger.
Not only wanting to help, but also wanting to protect Silas if he encountered any bad guys.
"Give you, a titjob."
In the end, Miss Slime could only crawl up holding her pair of elastic papayas.
"Hiss... pressing so tight, will want to shoot soon."
"Silas, shooting a lot is okay."
Before, finding Silas very hard, excited or whatever, she would be satisfied.
But now occasionally peeking outside the door, she always felt she wasn't like the lover described in the book, who could also help the other party.
"..."
Silas could also feel Miss Slime's enthusiasm.
After all, she refused to let her deep cleavage give up his thing, clamping it constantly.
It was fine.
Just killing the Acting Pope, and having a helper comparable to a werewolf Bishop, no matter what, it wouldn't be as difficult as encountering the corpse tide last time.
And the other party obviously didn't know he was going to ambush him, a true preemptive strike. The advantage was his!
"Siya. You can try to make friends with these people."
"Friends?"
"Mmh, their bodies... anyway, even if they know you are slime, they won't have any thoughts. They will only care for you more."
"But, Siya, satisfied with a lover."
"No no no, rare opportunity, getting to know more people is good too. With more people to communicate with, you will learn knowledge faster."
"..."
This was just so Miss Slime wouldn't be limited to books.
Regardless of why she didn't appear in reality, as a player, Silas still consistently adhered to that part of having a clear conscience. At least after he completed the mission, Miss Slime wouldn't be left with nothing.
"Don't want, friends. Siya, will wait for Silas."
But Miss Slime seemed stubborn, completely compressing the cleavage into a thin line. Lowering her head, sticking out her tongue to try hard to lick Silas's exposed head.
"..."
How could he endure this?
Waves upon waves shot out.
"Silas, likes feet... this, give to you too."
Miss Slime seemed to have absolutely no intention of stopping, riding on Silas's stomach again, grinding the somewhat softened thing with her thighs wrapped in white fishnet stockings.
"..."
Forget it.
If she didn't want friends, then she didn't. How to proceed at the end of the mission was a matter for later consideration.
Little slime, actually riding on him. The impurity-free crevice had long since dripped transparent thin threads, falling onto Silas's stomach.
"Eek?"
Couldn't endure a bit.
Silas immediately grabbed her elastic buttocks, aimed at that crevice, and entered. Too warm.
Switching to hugging Miss Slime's smooth back, those bulging papayas would press firmly against Silas's chest.
He used to think Rose's breasts were the best, but now he seemed to be betraying her... big really was good. However, Miss Rose's black silk was excellent. This was absolutely not a betrayal. Although Miss Slime's white fishnet stockings clamped on his ribs now were also wonderful.