The sun hung like a flaming curse over the rooftops. Outside, the air shimmered with the kind of heat that made birds stop chirping and people retreat behind curtains and enchantments. Inside the cottage, it wasn't much better. Despite every ward, breeze spell, and open window Mirio could manage, the place had turned into a dry sauna. Even his socks felt like they were melting.
He lay sprawled on the floor in nothing but his shorts, his arms splayed out, cheeks flushed, and eyes half-lidded in defeat. Sweat dripped from his brow to the wood. The only sound in the room was the lazy creak of the ceiling fan, spinning just fast enough to mock him.
"I give up," he muttered to no one. "The sun wins."
A faint sloshing noise answered him.
He barely lifted his head. "Lily…?"
Across the room, a puddle of soft, shimmering gel quivered beside the water tank. It pulsed once—then again. Slowly, it began to rise and take shape, reforming into the soft, glowing silhouette of Lily.
Except today, she was different.
Her usual defined curves were slightly sagged and slow-moving, her entire body extra-jiggly and visibly more fluid. The heat had thinned her consistency. She looked like she was constantly halfway between melting and reforming, her form struggling to stay solid in the sweltering room.
Her raincoat was gone. She'd discarded it hours ago.
Instead, she shimmered in the nude, her semi-transparent body glistening in the sunlight as she shuffled forward. Her breasts sloshed faintly with every step, larger and more wobbly than usual, pooling slightly at the bottom as if they were melting under their own weight. Her thighs wiggled with slow pulses of motion, and her tentacle-hair lay limp behind her like heavy seaweed.
She looked like a jelly sculpture left out in the sun.
Mirio turned his head fully. "You okay over there?"
She didn't answer.
She just slithered forward.
He squinted. "Wait. What are you—no, no no—"
It was too late.
Lily collapsed on top of him.
With a wet, cool squish, her entire body draped over his like a sheet of sentient slime. Her breasts flattened onto his chest and stomach, her thighs slithered around his hips, and her arms loosely wrapped his shoulders. Her tentacle-hair coiled lazily across his arms, pinning them to the floor.
"LILY—!"
She didn't say anything. Just moaned—a low, content, breathy hum vibrating through her entire body. Her skin was blissfully cool against his burning one, and the sudden temperature difference made his spine twitch.
She pressed her cheek to his and sighed.
"Y-You're cold," he gasped.
She gently tightened her grip.
She wasn't holding him down maliciously. She was just too clingy, too fluid, and too affectionate to move in this state. Her entire body shifted and molded around him like he was her personal pillow. Her breasts spread out against his chest, their soft weight flattening with a lazy jiggle. Every time he tried to move, her slime clung tighter, adjusting to keep him in place.
"Lily, seriously, I can't move—this is not a heat solution, this is—nghh—slime jail!"
She licked his cheek.
His whole body stiffened.
Her tongue left behind a trail of sweet, cold residue that quickly evaporated in the heat. Then she buried her face in his neck, her lips barely parting to exhale cool breath into his collarbone.
He shuddered. "You're doing this on purpose now…"
One of her tentacle-hairs reached down and tugged gently at his waistband.
"Lily. Don't you dare."
The shorts vanished inside her body.
"LILY!"
She purred in reply.
Now fully spread across his naked form, she let her body relax even further, her breasts reforming into soft, heavy domes that pressed into his chest and neck, partially covering his face. Her slime wrapped his legs and arms gently, absorbing the heat radiating from his skin, slowly pulling it into her mass like a sponge.
And then… she pulsed.
The ripple started from her core and flowed outward, a wave of cooling gel that hugged every inch of him. It was like being submerged in a gentle current, massaged from head to toe by the slow, loving rhythm of her embrace.
He groaned softly. "You're really just gonna melt into me like a slime blanket, huh?"
She kissed his forehead and whispered her only word of the day:
"Mate."
His eyes twitched. "It's a heatwave, Lily. You're supposed to cool off, not turn into a clingy ice pack with a breeding fetish!"
She didn't respond.
Instead, she shifted again—pulling herself tighter around his chest, her slime flowing between their bodies, coiling under his back and lifting him slightly off the floor. Her breasts reformed, jiggling with intent, and her nipples pressed softly against his pecs, glowing faintly with core energy.
She licked his chin and squished her chest up to his neck.
Mirio's voice cracked. "Okay. Okay. I get it. You need body heat to stabilize your mass or something, right?"
She nodded.
"And you're just gonna keep melting on me until you're satisfied?"
Another nod.
He sighed, arms still pinned beneath her tentacles. "You're lucky I like you…"
She smiled.
Then slid her entire form slightly forward, letting his face sink halfway into her cleavage. Her breasts jiggled with a satisfying wobble, forming around his head like a squishy, scented waterbed.
She wasn't heavy. Just present. Everywhere. Around his arms. His legs. His stomach. His mouth.
She rocked gently with him cocooned inside, her glow pulsing slower now, content and cool.
Mirio gave up struggling and let out a sigh.
"…I'm still gonna count this as attempted suffocation."
She squeezed his cheeks gently between her slime palms.
Then kissed his lips, soft and cold.
And finally, after what felt like hours of slowly absorbing his warmth, she whispered once more:
"Mate."
He groaned into her chest and muttered, "Fine. Just don't turn the floor into our bedroom again."
Her eyes sparkled.
She had already done exactly that.