For Silas.
Whether the priest was angered enough to vomit blood or whatever, it didn't matter. Compared to this, he felt another matter was pressing.
"Siya discovered that the more she thinks about using something to touch Silas, the faster it heals!"
"..."
One night passed, and Miss Slime's right hand, which originally only had the ring finger recovered, now had at least the palm fully recovered. It seemed even smoother than before. Without a single flaw.
Originally.
In the end, he just needed to creampie as he pleased, and as long as it felt good, it was done.
"Silas?"
"Ah, that's good."
Staring at the small hand waving before his eyes, Silas felt... maybe those kin were right; Miss Slime was a bit "idealistic." The order of her body's recovery became breasts - neck - face - hands. Next would likely be legs.
At this speed, the few years originally thought became a few days, which was only natural.
What exactly did he treat Miss Slime as? Until now, was she still just a tool for obtaining rewards?
"..."
"Silas, is it because... Siya was too lewd, you don't like it?"
Perhaps because his reaction wasn't as big as before when the papayas pressed over. Miss Slime became a bit uneasy.
"Of course not. I was just thinking about what I can do."
"Anything, can be done!"
"Not that kind of thing."
"..."
The simplest way was to explain it clearly to Miss Slime. But facing that innocent face, he couldn't say it.
In reality, she and everything related didn't exist.
Silas had met the royal family of the Kingdom of Portia. Those people had been to places outside this island.
But no one knew the Roman Church.
Nor did anyone know the Kingdom of Ignar.
Actually, before asking, he should have known the answer. His relationship with Miss Slime... if she disappeared like Elisa, she would definitely come looking.
Didn't know what Miss Slime went out to do with her kin.
Silas thought he had nothing else to do either.
Took out a thick stack of parchment he had bought and started writing.
[Which came first, the chicken or the egg?]
[Regarding the origin of life, there is no standard answer.]
[Why did human languages differentiate...]
[...]
These were questions Miss Slime usually asked, but he couldn't answer.
Maybe because Miss Slime wasn't home, Madam Melina entered the room. Like a nanny, cleaning and organizing everything in the house.
"What are you writing?"
"..."
After finishing her work, she naturally struck up a conversation with Silas.
"Brushing teeth after eating, using an up and down motion... you really treat my daughter as if she knows nothing?"
Madam Melina chuckled lightly, "In my opinion, she knows a lot. Sometimes asking questions isn't really not understanding. It's pretending."
"Pretending?"
"Yes. I noticed before, she would ask the same question repeatedly. Just simply likes talking."
"Madam can also work in this direction now, rebuild trust."
"No."
Madam Melina waved her hand, "I don't have any dissatisfaction. Generally, elders like me who can still live nonchalantly in the son-in-law and daughter's mansion are actually rare."
"Madam."
"?"
Seeing Silas stand up, the room grew darker as night fell.
Madam Melina started to get nervous.
Finally going to make a move on her? Although older, she still had some confidence in her looks. Her thighs wrapped in black silk under the cheongsam moved unconsciously. Holding the broom, her breath also became a bit chaotic.
"As a mother, you should take good care of Siya. Not stare at me."
"I'm not omnipotent either."
"...Eh?"
He didn't make a move.
Taking care of daughter or whatever, there was no room to intervene.
Watching Silas go out, Madam Melina keenly sensed that Silas seemed to have something on his mind.
At night.
Silas would still use tentacles to help Miss Slime suck away excess fluid.
"..."
Noticed her hands were a bit dirty, seemed to have moved something.
"What did you run out to do?"
"...Work, for them."
"Ah?"
Silas really didn't know.
"It has always been, Silas working. From now on, it's Siya!"
"..."
Obviously. Miss Slime wouldn't hide any thoughts.
When Silas's tentacle, originally used for 'work', probed between her legs, she was a bit awkward.
"Don't want, this."
"Why?"
"Tentacle will... not know what Silas feels like."
"..."
In the interval when her body turned into slime before. She couldn't feel pleasure except pain. Then why show a satisfied posture?
Probably, the fundamental reason for feeling pleasure wasn't the flesh.
Miss Slime had reached the realm of soul-to-soul resonance. But Silas hadn't.
When he first discovered Miss Slime was reconstructing, he felt if it really needed a few years, it was too slow. But now he felt it was too fast.
After all... even the remaining thighs were recovering.
If the last time was all used to hide the fact that he would disappear. Too wasteful.
Madam Melina had answered, didn't know how long the current slime's lifespan would be. But living healthily for a hundred years was no problem. But precisely because of this, he felt more and more that Miss Slime just didn't live to the era of reality.
"Siya give you, a titjob!"
"..."
The top was skillfully lifted by Miss Slime, revealing the pure white lace-edged bra. Bulging, just the action of approaching caused the papayas to sway.
The breast meat was huge; the rice grain, even after engorgement, could only appear like a rice grain.
Remembered when he first met Miss Slime, it was like this too. Tricked her into serving him with a titjob. Through this way, knew she wasn't some slime monster that killed on sight.
Now, she had grown. Yet still would do this.
"Miss Siya."
"Mgh?"
"I love you."
"..."
Visibly, Miss Slime's cheeks became rosy. At a loss. Her hands trembled, not knowing where to put them. Could only be pushed down by Silas.
"Feet, are better?"
Holding it in for a long time, she could only ask through the action of Silas giving up kneading her breasts and changing to kissing her toes wrapped in white fishnet stockings.
"No, everything is very good."
"Silas, also everything is very good. Siya, too..."
She really wanted to answer following Silas's words, just like in the book.
But as the tongue wet her toes, she felt increasingly embarrassed. Because usually, although she could intuitively feel Silas's love for her, saying it personally, hearing it... never happened.
The roots of her thighs heated up, unconsciously twisting around.
"..."
Silas didn't spend too much time inside.
He had a new goal.
Since he believed the current Miss Slime likely didn't survive to reality, resulting in her non-appearance. Then why not do it?
The priest left so many notes.
As long as he stopped 'treating' Miss Slime immediately, there would still be time.
"..."
Next door, the priest still wasn't dead. Staring at Silas venomously.
"Come on, tell me, how to make Miss Slime live longer."
"I made a set of phrases, use blinking to indicate the corresponding serial number."
"..."
Using serial numbers to mark a large number of words, waiting for the priest to form a sentence was very difficult.
But Silas was very patient.
[You are already, hopeless. You should, go to the eighteen levels of hell!]
"..."
Crack.
Silas ignored him again. Found Madam Melina.
"Silas. Wanting my daughter to live longer, unless she loses control, without consciousness. Becoming the thing the priest expected."
"..."
"Why are you, so anxious? Can you tell me?"
"..."
Why?
Because even if treatment stopped, Miss Slime's body was still recovering. The speed didn't slow down much.
"I will disappear."
Silas confessed.
"Eh?"
"I came here through a special way. Now the time is almost up."
"..."
Probably, Madam Melina could understand.
"How is that possible?!"
"..."
Thinking of meeting the Nun or the Princess before, Silas's conscience really started to hurt.
The former thought he was dead, waiting bitterly for hundreds of years.
The latter disappeared on the day of the wedding, leaving her as a laughingstock to endure for hundreds of years.
But at least, they still had a chance to see him.
"..."
Silence for a long time.
The oil lamp flickered; Madam Melina stood up, hugging the back of Silas's head, pressing into the pushing curve.
"Silas. I don't know what the special way you mentioned is."
"But..."
"What do you want me to do? Say it. If you need time to come back, I... can also shamelessly take care of my daughter."
"..."
There was nothing Madam Melina could do.
Silas thought he couldn't replace the mother who had already 'died' in Miss Slime's memory. Conversely, Madam Melina couldn't replace him either.
The next day.
Silas stopped thinking about what would happen after the mission was completed.
Just staring at Miss Slime's recovered thighs; so far, her slimified body only had a section of calf still slime.
The Kingdom of Portia was also an island. The best entertainment was still going out to sea to fish.
"..."
Silas made a fishing rod based on memories from his previous life.
But why did no fish take the bait?
Of course, coming out wasn't for fishing. Wanted to say something.
"..."
The fishing boat swayed with the waves on the sea. Pulled up the fishing rod several times without any harvest.
"Siya. Actually..."
"Caught one!"
"?"
"..."
Didn't understand why Miss Siya suddenly pushed him down.
"Siya, is a fish now! Silas, caught one."
"..."
What kind of fish would ride on the body and rub thighs with panties?
At night.
Miss Slime's only remaining calf also recovered.
"..."
Silas took out the prepared gift from his pocket.
But before this, Miss Slime also took out a similar box.
After opening, they were the same things.
That was what she spent time working illegally for Anna and the others to earn money to buy. Silas's was bought ordinarily with the money he already had from robbing.
Miss Slime seemed to no longer care that the wedding ceremony mentioned in the book required many people.
"..."
But there was neither a wedding dress nor an emcee... just wearing the dress Silas bought for her, and inside was the sexy lingerie worn according to the kin's opinion.
Does just putting it on count as a wedding?
"Siya, loves Silas. No one, likes more... than Siya."
"..."
She put the answer she felt embarrassed about before to now. She wasn't tall enough, so she stood on tiptoe to kiss actively. Current her also knew to extend her tongue. Greedily sucking.
"After marriage, must... do it."
She was very shy. Small hand covering the key entrance, but very serious. Stubbornly believing 'consummation' was a necessary process of the wedding.
Silas felt it now.
Soul-to-soul resonance. He couldn't say anymore that he just treated Miss Slime as a tool to complete the mission. Probably, since Miss Slime brought the chicken and sweet potatoes to help, it had changed.
"Silas... mgh."
Lips just separated, captured by Silas again. Tongues entangled more greedily. Maybe the tongue technique also played a role at this time; between her legs was excessively sticky.
Silas saw it.
Miss Slime's remaining calf also recovered.
Didn't care either.
Laid her down on the chair in the church, in front of the statue. The living room after returning home, the room, the kitchen.
"..."
Whenever and wherever, the passage that seemed a bit small and somewhat turned into Silas's shape would gently accept him.
"Don't say. Siya will also, be shy..."
Regarding Miss Slime's sensitive points, Silas used to only focus on teasing her body. Didn't realize that whispering words he thought she wouldn't understand in her ear would make her cheeks turn red very quickly.
"..."
Silas told a story.
Said he also had the Nun and the Princess. Also said, would return to a place.
"Liar. Siya knows, many women, like Silas."
"Mama too, like that. But, Silas didn't do anything with them. Only did with Siya."
"..."
But Miss Siya didn't believe it at all. Just pressed tighter with snow-white papayas, "Silas, wanting other women, not allowed. The book says, after marriage, cannot do that. Only can keep, lovers, concubines."
"..."
Silas also prepared a lot of things.
But seemed to have no chance to hand them over personally anymore.
Time is like this; when feeling slow, it gets slower; in the interval feeling not enough, it becomes increasingly insufficient.
[You have helped Miss Slime eliminate the threat. And stabilized her body, without a future of losing control.]
[This simulation has ended... distributing rewards]
Returning to the stable.
Vigorously rubbed the Nun's butt.
"?"
The latter naturally woke up.
"Rose, such a long time... was very hard to endure, right?"
"Eh?"
"...Sorry."
"Mr. Silas?"
"..."
"Even burying your face in my chest looking like you're going to cry, I don't know what to do... that's not Mr. Silas's fault. I'm the one rejoicing, being able to endure until now. Just... didn't expect there was another woman."
"..."
"Alright alright, I-I've already moved on. Really, j-just like this... mgh..."
Miss Rose, who was woken up, didn't know what Silas beside her had experienced. Could only hurriedly shove her breast into Silas's mouth after flustering.
"..."
Silas thought.
Spent two or three days using up the last Free Simulation attempts, prepared those things. Could they really work in the follow-up when Miss Slime realized he was gone with hindsight?
There was no parting in life or death.
Just simply impossible to see again.
"Miss Rose."
"What is it?"
"I love you."
"!"
"..."
"Idiot! D-don't be like this suddenly... eat breasts if you want!"
"..."
Peeking at Miss Rose's face flushed all over. Silas thought Miss Slime could continue to live as a human. At least at the end of life, she could understand, not being abandoned. Probably, wouldn't suffer like Rose and Elisa.
He would always remember Miss Slime who seduced him with papayas at the drop of a hat.
After waking up.
He wanted to see old friends, like the Nun's sister, and for example... the Knight Fiona who helped.
"Mr. Silas is too much. Saying this kind of thing to me... while looking like you're not looking at me at all!"
"In that case... I'll ride on top."
"..."
Misunderstood.
Wasn't thinking about Elisa, was another one.
"Not doing it?"
"Not doing it."
Didn't treat them as tools for venting lust.
"Mr. Silas... became so strange. Is there something? Can't tell me? I am... a wife."
"Occasionally just cuddling is enough."
Silas was also trying to learn, soul-to-soul resonance.
"..."
"Woken up like this, behaving so suspiciously! How can I sleep! Feeling guilty about that woman called Elisa... still want to bully me like this? If you want me to forgive completely, then... do it. I want to do it!"
"..."
Maybe.
People are always like this. Only knowing preciousness after truly losing. Besides the things left for Miss Slime, Madam Melina... should be able to complete the task he entrusted. Miss Slime was already past tense.
The only thing he could do was remember.
And cherish the person in front of him.
"..."
So.
Why did he feel the cavity become very tight just after entering? Warm stuff spraying out?
"Rose, are you suffering from premature ejaculation?"
"?"
Although Miss Nun didn't understand what premature ejaculation meant, she knew she was being teased about finishing just after entering.
How could she be blamed?
Who knew suddenly being woken up, greeted with sweet words immediately. Silas, who was sparing with words in the fog zone before, would say so much bluntly. Didn't seem like saying it just to make her agree to Elisa's existence... seemed more like truth.
"D-don't care! Anyway, I'm not like Mr. Silas, can't move after shooting! I just have to lie down!"
She chose not to ask. Using legs wrapped in black silk to hook Silas's waist. Hands also hugged the back of Silas's head pressing against her chest. Leaving aside Elisa wearing white silk, Rose had no dissatisfaction.
"Still talking about me! Isn't Mr. Silas the same! Only a few minutes, then... came out."
After all, after a hundred years, discovered, whether it was her or Silas... seemed unchanged. Silas still liked to bully her, and she also... liked this feeling.
Eh?
Why end like this, falling asleep on her?
Occasionally just cuddling is enough?
In the hard-to-endure intervals, she also fantasized. Just lying normally on the bed, chatting with her husband.
"Although knowing it's impossible... but."
Rose really used Silas's hand, hugging. Really became a state of sleeping in an embrace.
Added something to the words just now. Changed to, occasionally just cuddling Miss Rose is enough. Stubbornly treating it as original words this night, no problem.