SLIME LEGION

Chapter 23: Saved

To God be the glory, I was saved from this lunatic just when she seemed to be losing her mind completely.

I was really scared with how crazy she was acting after she learned I couldn’t remember her. But at the last moment, Carmela and Moressa arrived and restrained her.

"She didn’t hurt you, did she, Master?"

Carmela, even after I had said I was okay numerous times, kept checking to confirm I was really not harmed.

Right now, I was on the bed. Moressa, having already shocked the lunatic unconscious, was tying her up while Carmela kept acting like a hyperactive, lovesick girlfriend.

"But your neck is all red," she said, then touched it... Then licked it...

Okay, this girl can be weird sometimes... What am I saying? EVERY TIME.

Why is she licking my neck now? To heal it?

"Stop trying to lick me at every chance."

I was talking to a wall.

"Shhh, it’s so red. It must be hurting you. I’ll just cool it down."

"With your tongue?!"

Instead of a response, she pushed me down and began licking my neck aggressively. Why does she always act like a dog? And why does it feel so... good?! Am I becoming a grand pervert? Damn, these girls are messing me up.

All I could hear now was her tongue against my skin—the salivary sound, slurping endlessly...

Well, so long as she’s happy... I’ll just take a bath later.

Wait, that’s the wrong way to think! This is not alright.

But... she’s doing it with the intention to help me.

You know what, I’ll just stop thinking about it. It’s obvious I won’t stop her.

She suddenly bit my Adam’s apple, making me jolt from a tingling feeling. She pulled away, her face all red.

"Are you feeling better now?" she asked with an innocent expression...

So cute. Fine, she can lick me as much as she wants.

I pushed a stray hair behind her ear. I loved her hair because it was extremely soft and voluminous.

"Yes, you did well."

I patted her head, and she nuzzled into my chest. I then began stroking her hair.

"Master, Master, Master, Master, Master..." she began repeating, trembling at my touch.

"...Master, we need to go home," I heard Moressa’s voice break in.

Alright, I should stop being so hard on her.

"Come here," I said to Moressa.

"Huh?"

"Come... here."

I patted the side of the bed next to me, and suddenly her cheeks turned a bit red.

What a twisted sense of shame. She could literally strip naked in front of me without a hint of embarrassment, but when I say just come lie down beside me, she goes all shy on me.

"...But—"

"Why do you always make me repeat myself?" I asked with squinted eyes, making her panic.

She then went around to the other side.

"Wait, bring that first..." I pointed to a quilt, which she hurriedly brought.

She got on the bed, and I moved Carmela a bit, then gestured for Moressa to move to the free side of my chest. She did, but I had to actually use my other hand to pull her tightly to me...

I could feel those melons smash against my chest, the curve of her hips against my body, her scent... It was addictive.

"Master, please stop sniffing me~"

What?! I never did that... okay, maybe I did a bit. But that’s not the issue. She’s telling me to stop when I can clearly see her doing the same thing. She’s also hiding her face, all red... cute.

Never once did I think I’d be able to have two beautiful girls on my bed back when I was Finn. I did a lot of questionable things back then in a subconscious quest for the one thing I traded to evolve in high school: to feel genuine emotions again. To just be naive and happy. Not constantly scheming.

Maybe it’s not so bad to remain in this world. At least here, I’m not alone. I’m feeling so many new things I’ve never felt before, and even though they may be unwanted most times.... I don’t hate it... For the most part.

I like the warm feeling I get whenever I see Carmela. The possessiveness I have toward Moressa that she never runs away from. The feeling of being wanted, cared for, and being important.

And this makes me wonder...

You had such a life, Lorel.

...Why did you give it up?

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...

...Nothing. I’ll just have to figure it out eventually.

"Master, we really can’t stay here," I heard Moressa’s voice again.

"Oh? You don’t like sleeping with me?"

"NO!!! THAT’S NOT IT!!! I LOVE SLEEPING WITH YOU!"

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"....I mean, if you love it so much, I can—"

"Nooo!!! I meant sleeping beside you!"

"....So you don’t want to sleep with me, huh? I get it."

I was just about to go on with the sad act, but then I noticed something... Her eyes. They were back to being lifeless.

Her entire expression had flipped 180 degrees in a matter of seconds. She was pissed.

Welp, it seems she caught on. I mean, she was being cute—but the Moressa I know isn’t cute. She is cold as ice and always composed. Seeing her shy was as rare as growing wings and flying.

I must have gotten carried away and overdid it. Now she’s going to start throwing her tantrums to make sure I understand she’s pissed.

"Fine, I get it. Let’s just stay a bit more, okay? Then we can leave."

I hugged her again, but she instantly removed my hands. Welp.

"No, we’re leaving now," she said straight up, kicking Carmela out of the bed and taking me into a princess carry...

And there goes the last of my dignity.

"Ugh, what was that...?" I heard Carmela’s irritated voice as she got up from the floor to her feet, then chanced a glance at Moressa. "What are you doing, you bitch?!" she pointed.

"Shut up and take us back... her too," Moressa replied, glancing at the unconscious girl.

"Fine... Give me Master." Carmela opened both her palms, gesturing to collect me.

"No, I’ll carry him."

"...What is your—"

They began arguing over who was going to carry me, like I didn’t have legs. As much as it felt weird being treated like this... the truth was, Lorel was a beta male, plain and simple, and I inherited that trait a bit. So being treated like some kind of weird baby was oddly pleasurable... I’m a weirdo now, I know.

"I took him first, so I’m going to hold him!" Moressa wasn’t going to budge.

"Ugh, Master, tell her to hand you over to me."

It seems Carmela is trying to make me join in. No, I won’t. I’ve been far too partial toward Moressa for a while now; I’ll not play favorites anymore to avoid more issues... It’s definitely not because she was shoving me against her melons, I can swear on Anthony’s life.

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"...Don’t waste my time. Master still needs to have lunch. He also missed breakfast because of those pests," Moressa said.

But all Carmela could see was her bouncing her badonkas on Lorel’s face, even squeezing him against them. It was clearly the reason he wanted her to carry him instead...

*These cow-udder bitches! She’s found a way to counter my effect on Master by seducing him! Hateful!*

If only there was a way to grow breasts the size you wanted, even if it meant crossing timelines, Carmela would do it... She knew the current Lorel was a pervert no matter how much he tried to hide it and control himself, which meant if these girls at some point successfully seduced him, she would lose her position.

If he wanted to say something against them, they would just use those lumps of flesh to confuse him like she was doing now, and Carmela wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Trying to enforce her will through tampering with his emotions was something she forbade herself from ever doing to her master, which meant her hands were tied.

*I really need to kill them!*

She cursed, then walked to the corner of the room and carried Nadia like a sack of beans.

But just before they could leave...

"Wait, what about Anthony?"