Charles Patricius

"Ahugh! Of course I sound pleased. And I'm gonna rub it into System guy's stupid face," Yugi insisted. A few more coughs with Miko's hand patting his back had additional squirts of fluid spilling from his mouth. "No I don't know what he looks like, or if it even has a gender. But fuck him; his face is stupid anyway," he continued once the coughing fit ended.

As they looked to a familiar yet unusual sky, Miko commented on a strange feeling in her ears. Altitude difference was something she could make note of. It was clear that Earth likely wasn't their current location. As for getting out of the water, Yugi agreed. However... there was an issue. "... Wet?" he questioned, looking down at the surface where the product of his coughs landed. Saliva was clearly separate from the 'water' below, floating and thinning out atop it. There was also the fact that, upon raising his arm to point at the sky, water didn't simply cascade from it or drip from his sleeve. He wouldn't exactly call this... water. Alas, Miko was already swimming toward the edge of something he found a bit more viscous, a bit more oil-like. "Yeah... good idea. Careful with that," he said. Yugi would let himself drift more slowly toward the lake's edge, but both might discover an oddity. The liquid they were swimming in had a certain draining quality to it ─ one that would punish effort by sapping energy from its victims. In doing so, the liquid would become more viscous and... ever so slightly conscious.

Apparently Yugi was pleased and he planned to rub it in their administrator's face. He'd been dubbed 'System Guy' and he had a 'stupid face'. It was immature and childish but also funny in a way that Miko couldn't really describe. She laughed again, "Hehehe♪~" she couldn't help but chuckle. She couldn't really argue against his point either, anyone who spent all their spare time gawking at a couple of teenagers probably did have a rather stupid face. "I... feel like you're probably right about a stupid face... I can't imagine a normal one watching us. That would make it weird, unless they are like super hot," she said as if the statement was normal.

Whatever the case, getting out of this take was the main issue, but as Miko started her swim, she'd also note the thickness of the water. It seemed to fight back against her repeated movements, in a way that had her pausing after only making minimal progress. She'd given up on using her whole body, and gone to floating on her back, she'd use her legs to kick periodically as she floated on something far denser than it appeared. "Wet might not be the right word. Sticky also seems wrong... but the water seems, thick?" she added an upward inflection. "It definitely has way more resistance than normal..." she added frowning slightly. "Does it taste good?" she asked of the masked boy directly, since he'd swallowed some she figured he might have an answer to her curiosity. As she raised a hand and watched as water 'slid' down her hand instead of dripping. "Oh and we have to accept the quest, unless it like auto did it because there wasn't an option to say no," she mused knowing she'd not accepted it directly or anything. This whole thing had all the earmarks of a weird instance, but one that she had to live with her own body. What were they going to do about properly getting to shore. And if this water, wasn't water, what would they drink and use to take care of themselves? There were numerous issues that she began compartmentalizing, boxing up to address as needs and thoughts interacted with each other.

Both teens believed the one in charge of the 'System' had some kind of stupid face. Miko, however, found anyone without such a face watching them weird... unless they were super hot. He believed it was weird regardless, but that was neither here nor there. "I bet it looks like one of those stereotype Martians. Ugly, brain-shaped skull... vascular," he muttered. There were other things going on in his mind, but the situation they were currently in took precedence over everything else.

Most curious was the strange liquid they were in, and Miko's personal observation of it. It wasn't wet, and it wasn't quite sticky. Thick definitely described it properly. He'd say it had the consistency of sauce or something of the sort. "Definitely thick. Any thicker and I'd feel gay about it," he stated. Alas, the fluid's viscocity was steadily intensifying. Perhaps Yugi's fear would be realized in time. First, there was the very strange question of flavor from Miko ─ a question that made him hesitate to answer. "... That's a really fat question. No, it doesn't taste good. It tastes like... empty," he explained. Little did he know, there would be a flavor present if they remained inside for too long. Since escape was becoming more difficult by the moment, an eventual taste was as certain as that growing thickness. No matter; there was also a quest they'd yet to accept, as mentioned by Miko. "I was wondering how that would go. Not really a fan of the way that quest came up; it could have just been a mandatory event without the bullshit. Anyway... Yes," he said to answer the System. Ah, but both parties' acceptance would yield interesting results. First and foremost, the draining of their spirits would become a much more conscious effort by liquid that was, apparently, otherwise restricted from seeking nutrients.

Teens were pontificating on the identity of their overseer, and the comments of the masked boy made Miko actively cringe. Any ideations she had about potential hotness of the overseer in question were immediately lost. Replaced by a science-fiction staple which she deemed weird, even with her general acceptance standards being odd to start with. "Eww! Lost all hotness in an instant. Now, it's gross, brains belong on the inside!" she chided with hard visualization being something which made her want to close her eyes and focus on something else anything else. She needed to erase the glowing vascular brain from her head with a swiftness.

A distraction would come with the acknowledgement of the thickness of the liquid they floated in. Apparently, the masked boy claimed that if it was any thicker he'd feel gay about it. "Sou ka, no BL then..." she murmured softly. Oh well, she could sit that aside she wasn't as into that category. She did however enjoy a few of the images such things brought to mind. Beyond that point apparently some hesitation would be applied when she asked how the liquid tasted. "It was a survival question... what if we need water and it's hard or like super expensive from the shop?" she said remembering her earlier visualization of all those unlocks and conditions. "Though I don't want to taste empty... that sounds sad. Feeling empty is always sad too..." she commented as if that also wasn't a fat type of thing to think. As she continued that casual kicking she wasn't making too much progress but it also didn't seem quite as directly tiring as it had been when she was expending all her energy to push through the thickness of the liquid. Though it still felt like more work than just moving her legs should have caused her. What did the masked lad say though... he didn't like that most recent pop up? "I don't like it either. It had early random encounter vibes.." she commented. Still if there was no choice, and he'd already accepted, they were in this together, "Yes♪!" she chirped as well. That draining sensation and the liquid's thickness were starting to increase by the moment. And she was sure she'd heard of an odd kind of liquid before.... where though?

As quickly as the thoughts came, Miko lost all ability to imagine the System operator as attractive. Brains belong on the inside, she insisted. Yugi could agree for a number of reasons. "Right? And if your brain is all exposed like that, you should be the softest personality ever. You've got your weak point exposed literally always," he complained. "And that's why your face is dumb, smooth-brain!" he yelled afterwards, once more addressing their mystery entity.

Moving on, Miko claimed her question was not a fat one, but one of survival. Sound though the argument may have seemed, if survival was the topic... he could only offer her judgment. "If it's actually about survival, it doesn't matter what it tastes like," he said flatly. As for the 'empty' taste and how Miko felt about that, he was more interested in the additional statement she offered... about feeling empty. There was never a bad time to be perverted, Yugi thought. "Well if you don't wanna feel empty... you shoulda told me~" he said in the most overexaggerated manner, eyebrows oscillating. Whatever the case, both would accept the latest quest that they weren't given a chance to reject anyway. Once they both did, the 'survival' part of the experience became active with the liquid they were in draining both parties. "Hngh! Should have waited! This isn't the kind of suck I like!" the masked boy groaned. Mana would be leaving them rapidly, but it would not cause sinking into the water. Actually... in a matter of moments, they wouldn't be dealing with anything resembling water. What they floated in would rapidly reveal its true form: slime. It wasn't just any slime, though. No... this would prove to be the type of slime Yugi enjoyed seeing when it interacted with women. Based on that draining sensation, he began theorizing. The thick fluid was starting to massage every inch of his body it touched, reminding him of something he'd seen in media quite recently. With that in mind, and a bit of hope... he executed a new plan. "Oh... this is going to eat us," he said. True to his unspoken thoughts however, the slime would be primarily targeting the most active victim present within, aiming to consume mana in quite the... deviant way.

Miko had lost all ability to see the system administrator as attractive. Anyone whose brain was on the outside of their body in anyway was likely losing a bit on the attractiveness scale. Being clever or big brained was indeed something many wanted, but you didn't want the visuals of the creases in brains in your mind. It was a textural nightmare. "Yeah, if your weak points are all exposed you have to be soft, or it's just way to risky to interact with people. You'd have to be like a hermit. Because honestly you can't really trust people that much..." Miko's brain moved on. Odd though it was for her to take that kind of stance as a person who put all of her trust into someone who was by all accounts a relative stranger. Still, it hadn't felt or sounded that way to her, so she felt fine to put all of her faith in him.

As their conversation moved on a flaw in Miko's logic was pointed out, if it was a question of pure survival how good it tasted wouldn't be an issue... "Sure it does... if it's super gross, you hold out as long as possible. If it's tasty supplement early♪~" Miko claimed. Well, she was a glutton though she wouldn't have called herself that. At the very least she wasn't the type to be a truly picky eater, she'd simply prefer to eat things which tasted good. Beyond that point though, was the issue of feeling empty and a flirt the likes of which had her face burning hot immediately, though her mouth started moving before her mind fully processed it. "Well, I'd definitely prefer being filled by you than..." she paused before her mouth finished speaking. "Waaah♪!~ You just let that fly out of your mouth like that? And what was I doing?~" she uttered immediately in a state of fluster. 'He's flirting with me, what do I do?!' she questioned herself internally. Yes, he'd been inside her, but her mind wasn't set to deal with flirts and sex again just yet. She had other things floating closer to the surface. The change of pace was jarring, she was still neurotic, even if she was still trying to be brave. Well, said bravery would go right out the window when it was mentioned that the thing they were swimming in was going to eat them. "WAAAH♪!~ NO... I EAT I"M NOT EATEN!" she exclaimed. "Well, not like this..." she quickly covered what would have been a lie based on earlier activities. Regardless her freak-out was immediate and came with consequences. She could feel that blob rubbing against her strangely, draining energy she didn't know she had to lose. Her struggle would only become more difficult as she moved and the viscosity of the slime became more stable than the earlier 'thickness'.

"Mm. Or you'd absolutely have to trust everyone you meet, hoping they respect your obvious weakness," the masked lad replied. Immediately afterwards, he was looking at Miko, as if jokingly checking to see if she had an exposed brain. Regardless, the topic of flavor as connected to survival approaches would be receiving further arguments from both sides. Miko proposed the thought that something disgusting would result in holding out for longer, while something tasty would be... exactly what Yugi thought they wouldn't want. "Then we should hope it's gross to remove the risk of taking more than we need. I'm not sure I should trust you to do anything but take it all. It'd probably all go straight to your ass though. Hmm... maybe something tasty would be better?" he mused.

Yugi wasn't doing much by way of moving, all to further his theory. First though, he nearly got an interesting and exciting rebuttal from Miko. It wasn't to be, sadly ─ stopped before it reached its end. "Oi, at least finish the sentence! That could have been awesome!" he complained. Dropping the ball on that exchange would be more reason for the torment he'd be signing her up for. Upon mentioning the slime 'eating' them, Yugi witnessed the immediate freak-out of Miko. It wasn't going to go well... but it was going to go exactly the way he hoped. He was also losing energy, but Miko would be suffering at a quicker rate. Why? Well, with a dress and no undergarments on, there was nothing truly between her and the slime that was thickening and gaining consciousness... and desire. Slime such as this had a habit of entering the orifices of its targets, taking the path of least resistance. As such, it would first enter the hole most similar to itself, slick and accessible as it was. "Try fighting it. Something good'll probably happen if you can wrestle it before it drains you completely," Yugi suggested.

"Don't look at me like that..." Miko said a pout forming on her face. "I hide my brain..." she mumbled while chewing her cheek. She didn't have that many weaknesses. Well she did always tell the truth but that could be seen as a strength. She also apparently had a very honest face according to her friends and family. The masked lad definitely counted as a person who would either completely understand her or already did, she'd help him out with that while speaking on the matter of her increased ass size. "Wait, wait, I don't want too much of that. I was hoping to eventually balance out. As unlikely as that seems..." she mentioned. But if there was magic in the world, maybe one day, she wouldn't have to question if she'd just lost the genetic lottery. "Besides that you can trust me to take... as much as I want. That's all..." she affirmed as if that wasn't confirmation of her lack of restraint.

Beyond that point Miko was struggling with her word choice and odd reactions. She'd started speaking directly in response to a flirt only to stop herself when she realized the words coming out of her mouth. A complaint was launched by the masked lad, who claimed she should have finished the sentence that it could have been awesome. "I didn't even know what I was saying. I can't just let stuff fall out of my head without filtering..." she murmured. But what if he liked the crazy things that fell out of her head? What if that was something good that she could do? She'd not thought about the long term application of figuring out how flirting worked. She was sure he was being direct with her, but that wasn't something she'd be allowed to think about fully. No, because now she was in for torment. This pool of 'water' was a living and viscous thing. She was freaking out about being eaten and began to feel a strange tingling on her skin. What was more, she could feel something rubbing against he folds, slipping between her legs and into her folds. "CHOOOOUTOOOU!♪" she murmured as something slipped into her holes. Leaving her further squirming and not able to fully fight it off. Her face was reddened and her body began to feel hot. "Eeeahya♪~ You're not supposed to go inside me♪~" she squealed. How as she supposed to fight this. "Whaaaa? Why is it just me?!" she questioned but she at least tried to resist. There was no way she could get out of it, while it was inside her, she could only try and direct herself towards the shore, while her hips began to move unconsciously against the thing probing her slit.

"Physically, yeah," he specified as a counter to Miko's 'hidden' brain. He did think she was already incapable of keeping her other side hidden, but it seemed Miko had no desire to let things consumed go straight to her ass. She didn't think it likely that she'd actually balance out in time, but there was hope. The masked boy instead brought an educated guess. "Considering how much you look like your mom, I don't think it's unlikely. That woman is THICC~" he praised of the older Iino woman. "Like dayum! I was hoping she'd find her way into that situation earlier. She was definitely watching the 69," he rambled. The perverse thoughts had returned in full effect for Yugi, and would only continue as Miko admitted to taking 'as much as she wanted'. "I'll give you something to take as much as you want."

Ah, but it was not time for Yugi to do any such thing. The slime would have her first, taking directly from her womanhood the mana from her body in addition to Yugi's recent deposit. The absorption was steadily restoring the slime's constitution, thickening it further and allowing something a bit closer to solid within Miko's core. Yugi was simply watching, spared of the more direct assault Miko was subjected to. He could just float there and be made erect by the show. Even a bit more freedom for said erection was allowed, as the slime was beginning to develop its natural corrosive abilities. Fabrics would be dissolved slowly, as would all things not living or metal on their persons. Yugi felt the fizzy tingle of an acid-like corrosion as his shirt and pants became shorter and shorter, the latter dissolving from both ends simultaneously to expose him beneath the slime. Miko wondered why she was the only one being assaulted, and technically... Yugi had the answer. What would he say though? "Because you're the submissive and breedable one," he said. At the same time, the System showed another notification:

[Emergency Sub-Quest Generated]

Title: “Slime Assault”
Player: Iino Miko


Alert: The surrounding medium is identified as Colony-Type Mana Parasite (Slime). Absorption rate is escalating.


Primary Objective — Survive the extraction process.
Secondary Objective — Disrupt the slime’s mana network.


Failure Condition: Total mana depletion or loss of consciousness.
Estimated Threat Level: Severe.


Reward (Conditional): Purified Mana Crystal ×1 · Slime Gene Sample · Resistance EXP (Adaptive Trait: Absorption).


Note: This instance was not part of scheduled training parameters.

Physically, that was the descriptor of Miko's hidden brain. Perhaps she wasn't very good at hiding herself. Well, she was better at it than she needed to be... after all she'd managed to keep her biggest secret for ages. "That's the important part. Besides... I trust you. So, you're just seeing more of me than normal," she girl admitted. "Your own abilities aside," she added at the end. She'd be foolish not to understand the lad's observational skills far outpaced his own age. He was already used to reading people so he likely would have understood her even if she didn't open up to him the way she had. Beyond that the lad's ramblings about her mother wouldn't get a negative reaction, Miko fully understood the draw her mother had on men in general and was resentful of that woman's proportions. "You don't have to tell me. I know... I'm still upset, because why did she give me her face and leave me with no body! Is it Papa's fault? Did I lose the genetic lottery? I eat all the time, I'm always hungry I don't care about junk food or calories. I've been tested for tapeworms a dozen times and still nothing! It's unfair! It's been the bane of my existence since the start of puberty!" she exclaimed a minor tirade of her own coming to the surface. However news of her mother's peeping brought only a bit of a sigh from Miko, "She keeps catching me doing compromising things..." she said seemingly pouty about it. But there was more, her promise to only take as much as she wanted was turned into a flirt and given their earlier discourse, she'd reply a specific way... "Promise♪?!~"

As time progressed though, that slime was something worth freaking out about. Miko was losing clothing now, that tingling sensation making it to her skin and exposing her navel and creeping down towards her hips. Her insides were already being emptied of their recent deposit. Moreover her backpack was disappearing along with all the snacks she'd gathered. "Nooo!~ You're eating my snacks. I didn't offer to share. Those were mine!" she claimed as if upset about the lost food. And truly she was... the loss from her insides was something as well, even though she had no plans of making a baby, she'd still not offered of herself. "This is a violation, I didn't say you could take from me!" she yelled at the slime. According to the masked boy, this was happening to her, because she was 'submissive and breedable'. "Fuck that and fuck this! I didn't offer anything and I only submit to what I want. I didn't give permission for this thing to take from me! Fucking chicken shit slut slime. It's a fucking thief! Restitution is in order!" the language choices of Miko were degenerating over time as she worked up to being upset. A sub-quest appeared before her and she read the screen with increasing scrutiny. "Oh really, definitely had no idea of a slime attack, it's not fucking inside me or anything!" she chastised as she read the screen, her soul was suddenly full of sarcasm as she processed the information she was reading. There were rewards, but the instructions left much to be desired. "I have to survive the extraction, you are telling me this slime is fucking me and you just want me to survive! What the hell kind of help is that?!" she exclaimed. What else was it saying, that she should, disrupt the mana network. "Oh yes, disrupt the mana network, how the fuck do I do that? I need to stop it, but what the hell kind of instructions are these? If you were going to make me figured it out on my own... what was the point of this undetailed shit? I fucking hate tutorials!" her frustration mounted and she reached fever pitch. Ah, but the solidifying of that slime within her, was something she'd use, she was mostly upright, if she couldn't flee. She'd sink. Making the slime which inhabited her take the force of friction caused by own movements. Basically, she'd be riding the slime inside her as a direct counter to its assault.