I stared at the glowing summoning crest still pulsing faintly on my palm.
Across from me, lounging like a lazy pool of seductive goo, was Gelra—the slime girl I'd just summoned with my second Lust Point. She was sprawled halfway off my bed, her semi-translucent body shimmering in soft blues and violets, occasionally rippling with pulses of pink light like bioluminescence on a coral reef.
"Your room's weird," she said, her voice gurgly and bubbly, but not unpleasant. It echoed a little—like a whisper under water—and her words seemed to pop and slosh around her.
"You're literally made of aphrodisiac goo," I said. "And I'm the weird one?"
Gelra giggled, and I swear the walls shimmered. Her whole body wobbled like Jell-O in sync with her laughter, and the faint smell of strawberries and ozone filled the air.
"I'm very curious about you, Summoner," she said, sliding closer on the bed, propping what resembled an upper torso on a kind of liquid pillow. "Your body chemistry is fascinating. You reacted to my presence in under three seconds. Very promising."
She licked her lips—or made the shape of licking. Her "mouth" formed in a way that vaguely mimicked a sultry pout, and then vanished, only to reappear with a wink. "Wanna cuddle?"
"W-What?"
"I can take the shape of a pillow. Or a blanket. Or both," she said, mischievous eyes blinking into existence just above her torso. "Touch me. I promise I won't dissolve you. Mostly."
The "mostly" part didn't help.
Still… curiosity killed the cat, and I wasn't a cat—I was a teenage shut-in with a demon girl in the corner and a slime girl snuggling into my mattress.
I reached out slowly.
My hand sank into her softly—not sticky, not wet, just warm. The kind of warmth that makes your muscles melt. She molded around my fingers, letting me squeeze and prod. Her body resisted slightly, like a soft gel you could grasp—cooler in some parts, warmer in others.
"Fascinating," I whispered.
"That's what I said," she replied. "I can solidify in patches. Mostly for hugging. Or sitting on your lap, if you like that."
"You're seriously made of living lube, aren't you?"
"That is a crude way of putting it, Summoner. I prefer 'adaptive bio-affection gel.' Or just 'Gelra.'"
She rippled with glee and slid forward until she was practically wrapped around my waist like a lap blanket. My legs tingled. Not uncomfortably—just... stimulated. She was definitely leaking some kind of pheromone. My body was getting warmer, my breath a little shorter.
The glowing system screen popped up again beside me with a soft ding.
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> 🔹 Desire System Notice
Passive Lust Level: Medium
Intimacy Point Gained: +1
💬 "Gelra's pheromone aura is in effect. Current physical stimulation: [12%]. Mental resistance: [High]. Libido management: Stable."
✔️ New Bond Quest: Test Gelra's Comfort Forms
Reward: +1 Lust Point, +1 Adaptation Trait (Gelra)
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"Did you just get a notification?" Gelra asked innocently, snuggling up tighter. Her slime reshaped like a beanbag chair around me, pressing warmly into my lower back and arms.
"Y-Yeah. Something about... testing your comfort forms."
"Ohhh~! That's easy!" she chirped.
Before I could respond, she shifted again. Her upper body turned plush—round, soft, almost like she'd wrapped herself into the shape of a weighted blanket, a very bouncy one, hugging me from behind and gently enveloping my arms and chest. It was cozy… if mildly arousing.
"Not bad, huh?" she whispered near my ear—well, near where her voice felt like it was coming from. "Want me to simulate a massage next?"
My brain stuttered.
This was fine. It wasn't sex. It was science. Slime cuddles. Therapeutic contact. Totally safe.
Totally not horny. Nope.
I peeked at the screen.
> Adaptation Trait Unlocked: Comfort Molding I – Gelra can now transform into support objects (pillows, blankets, massage wraps) for intimate, stress-reducing contact.
> Lust Point +1
New Form Option: Snugglecore Gelra – unlocked in Gallery.
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Eventually, I peeled myself away to catch my breath. My clothes were... fine. Just sweaty. And my thoughts? Definitely not pure.
Gelra shimmered nearby, reforming into a more humanoid shape—busty, rounded, and liquid-gorgeous in that surreal alien way.
"You humans are such fun toys," she said. "Delicate... but very pliable."
"You're having wayy too much fun with this ," I mumbled, flopping back onto the bed.
"but of course I am...masterrr" she purred.
The lights dimmed around us—probably a side-effect of her aura. I stared at the ceiling, wondering what the hell my life was now. Slime girlfriends. Demon tutors. Magical RPG pop-ups.
And weirdly… I wasn't mad about it.