Volume 6 Chapter 47 Post-processing (Desires)
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Well then… Now that those meddling maids are out of the way—”
Ms. Shirakaba leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered playfully.
”Hey, you. Want to do it?”
”Huh?”
”You’ve heard that line before, right? I’ve always wanted to try saying it at least once.”
”I got the meaning thanks to my Mind Communication skill, so…”
Yeah, there’s no mistaking it. That’s an invitation, right? And a bold one at that.
If something makes your face flush like you’re about to catch fire, maybe it’s best to just back out. But Ms. Shirakaba… she’s nothing if not daring.
”I don’t care about Amada anymore!”
She puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms with exaggerated indignation.
That pout, that attitude—it was almost too cute. Tsundere? No, this was closer to dere-tsun, maybe.
Her whole act was a bit theatrical, like she was hamming it up on purpose, but because of her looks, it worked. If I tried the same, people would either cringe or call a priest. Ugh, just imagining it makes my skin crawl.
”I’ll also refrain tonight,” she added with a composed tone. “Since I’ll be officially engaged to Your Majesty, I must stay pure until marriage.”
Wait, what? You’re leading a guy on and then slamming the brakes? Is this what people call the “game of love”? Human romance is seriously a mess.
As disappointment started to sink in, Tizzy leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to mine.
Her lips were soft—carefully tended to, no doubt—smooth and warm. Then, without warning, she slipped her tongue inside.
It carried a faint sweetness and a sour note—odd, but not unpleasant. Our first kiss had been clumsy, but this… this was something else.
”Hey, you know if you go that far, it’s hard to stop halfway, right?”
Ms. Shirakaba watched from the side, eyes narrowed. She was supposed to be the older sister type, but honestly, Tizzy had more nerve. More… calculation.
”Oh, what a pity~desuwa,” Ms. Shirakaba said in a singsong voice, tilting her head coyly. “The rest is for after marriage, isn’t it? I’ll be waiting—forever, if I must. My beloved Saburou, Your Majesty.”
When a girl says she adores you like that, it hits hard. Knowing someone like her is engaged to me… it’s enough to make my heart race.
Spirits and fairies can bond with the heart, sure, but there’s something about human words that really stick. It makes the feelings feel real.
But… seriously? Another tease? I can be patient, sure, but this is like being a horse chasing a carrot on a stick.
Maybe Tizzy’s got me completely wrapped around her finger. There’s definitely love—but also strategy. A political marriage, but with genuine affection? It sounds contradictory, but maybe it works…
And honestly, even if she’s using me a little… I might be okay with that. I’ve probably already fallen too deep.
”Tizzy’s changed a lot,” Ms. Shirakaba said, looking almost wistful. “She’s completely become a lady. It makes me happy, but also a little sad. Still… her self-control is something else. If it were me, once that fire’s lit, there’s no stopping.”
”You really don’t have to worry about me, Lady Shirakaba,” Tizzy replied calmly.
”No, I’ve made up my mind. At Tizzy’s wedding, I’m going to confess to Amada. People are going to freak out. But until then… I’ll protect you. No telling when the enemies might lash out in desperation.”
Just like that, Ms. Shirakaba shifted gears—from elegant maiden to dependable bodyguard in an instant.
Had she noticed what I was thinking earlier? That if things didn’t work out with Tizzy, I could maybe settle for her instead? Was I that obvious?
And what about these feelings swirling inside me now? It’s rough, considering she was the one who started this whole situation in the first place.
No, now’s not the time to lose control. Maybe my weakness comes from lack of discipline. Even saints like Buddha or Jesus had desires. I’m no saint—I don’t need to overcome mine.
* * *
That night, even as I curled up in the luxurious guest bed, my heart wouldn’t settle. Tizzy’s kiss burned in my memory like an ember.
I took a deep breath. Now’s the time.
I called for Ms. Lime.
From a thin gap in the floorboards, she emerged—a soft, viscous glow coalescing into a familiar form.
She shifted her shape, transforming completely into Tizzy, without a stitch of clothing, and wrapped her arms around me.
That determined look from earlier still lingered in her expression, now mirrored perfectly on this flawless imitation.
It was impossible to stay calm under her gaze.
Her body, sculpted to perfection, fit against mine with uncanny accuracy. Her bust curved upward like a delicate sculpture, her waist slim and firm, her hips modest yet supple with toned grace.
The sensation of her skin, warm and yielding in all the right ways… Ms. Lime’s mimicry skills were impressive beyond belief.
She gently straddled me, skipping any of the slow buildup. Her movements carried a rhythm that blurred pain and pleasure into one.
Over the past few days, my heart had been fraying at the edges. Maybe this was the release I needed.
Ms. Lime’s actions were guided by my emotions, but more than that, she seemed to absorb the feelings of the women around me.
By taking on Tizzy’s form… was she reacting to some latent desire from the real Tizzy herself?
No, that’s impossible. Tizzy would never admit to such a thing. In this world, noble ladies are considered so refined they don’t even use the bathroom. Being a proper lady must be exhausting.
Even so, Ms. Lime moved with a kind of elegant desperation, her hips shifting in steady pursuit of satisfaction.
If she were human, I’d be worried about the strain on her body. Heck, I’m barely holding it together.
But Ms. Lime, being a high-level slime, doesn’t suffer injury from something like this. She adjusts her internal resistance, altering her muscle tension so that I never feel discomfort.
Touching her reveals a precise recreation of Tizzy’s skeletal frame, but when I press harder, she bends smoothly—like a glass-fiber fishing rod.
Is it strange that she’s not human? Not really. Her flexibility means she can adapt to any position, fulfill any desire.
Though I should probably be careful. Getting used to this kind of freedom could be dangerous when I’m with an actual person.
Ms. Lime swayed with passionate rhythm, her lower half dancing with fire, while her upper body remained graceful and composed.
Her kiss—deep and slow—carried a strange serenity in contrast to her fierce movements. That juxtaposition was oddly soothing.
I chose not to think too hard about how unnatural her movements looked from the outside. From a third-person perspective… yeah, it’d probably look terrifying.
According to the doctrines of the central temple, monsters lack will. Even a High Slime—supposedly an agent of the gods—doesn’t possess true thought or understanding.
Ms. Lime speaks only because the gods allow it, or so they claim.
But isn’t that a bit of a stretch? What’s so wrong with monsters having minds of their own?
From a cultural perspective that reveres divine messengers such as deer, perhaps it’s only natural that we should offer greater respect to the High Slime.
The definition of intelligence is vague, always slipping between lines. Yet, when I’m with her, it feels as though I’m cradling the entire universe. Her presence exists far beyond human understanding—an unfathomable strength resides within her.
That is Ms. Lime.
I was genuinely glad she took on Tizzy’s appearance. But if anyone were to see her like this, all her restraint and discretion would be for nothing.
In political marriages, purity carries a particular weight. I understand that well enough. Still, this world allows noblewomen a kind of freedom—even infidelity is quietly accepted after marriage.
The curtains are drawn tight over the window. Yet, I’ve already confirmed that there are peepholes scattered throughout the room. Thankfully, no one’s watching us at this moment.
Judging by the mechanism, it’s likely these peepholes were built into the structure from the start. Tizzy probably doesn’t even know they’re here.
This place hides all kinds of secrets—hidden doors, secret passages, and an odd charm to its many contraptions. Some of the sofas and beds are even fitted with gimmicks that let people hide inside.
To be honest, the upper nobility don’t concern themselves with what’s appropriate or not.
Even if someone were watching, I’d be fine. I possess the Stealth Skill, after all. But does that mean… someone might see a woman lying bare and alone in this room?
No—Stealth doesn’t make me invisible. It’s more like I become… forgettable. A presence that slips from awareness. Hypnotic, almost.
Wait. We’re connected, aren’t we? Mind and body. We share everything, even our skills. That’s the basic logic of our bond.
If that’s the case, I really shouldn’t have been so worried about the maids being nearby. Not that I’d ever have the courage to act that boldly, even if I knew I wouldn’t be recognized.
Sensing my wandering thoughts, Ms. Lime reached out with several arms and pulled me close, pressing a firm, unwavering kiss against my lips.
It wasn’t out of anger. If anything, she was sulking. And I was the one at fault. Letting emotions take control—or worse, half-hearted affection—would be an insult to her.
The secrets of love lie in restraint, in remaining close without letting anything break. But today, I didn’t want that. I wanted to let go, burn everything away, and fall asleep with nothing left behind.
I don’t regret the lives I took in war. That’s simply how this world works. And yet, I’ll probably have to walk a different path from now on.
If I turn away from battle, those I love may be lost instead.
Why do we hesitate, when we know we can win? As long as people keep asking that, war won’t end. And in this world, that mindset isn’t wrong.
If we don’t hunt, we’ll be hunted.
Only when the Demon King—the common enemy of all—rises again will this world find peace.
* * *
In the end, Gorigan survived. The ones who died were nameless soldiers.
I heard the border village was ransacked. And some of the soldiers who died may not have been innocent.
But from a Japanese point of view… when someone dies, they become a Buddha. That belief still lingers within me.
Dying from a trap or losing in a duel is seen as shameful. So the official story says they died bravely in battle.
But who did they even fight?
There are no famous warriors left. It’s either Sir Orlan or Ms. Shirakaba, the Heroine.
I’m not worried about them taking credit for my deeds. If anything, it feels like they’re taking on the weight of my sins for me.
Now that I think about it… even after killing so many, my <Corruption> hasn’t risen at all. I don’t want it to, of course. But not understanding why… that feels like cheating.
According to the teachings of the Great Temple, killing is the gravest taboo. Though, they say the Holy War is an exception.
I let out all the emotions I’d kept buried deep inside. My soul trembles as it pours out with them.
I don’t want to believe this act is simply a release of frustration. But right now… isn’t that exactly what I’m doing?
No matter how much I give, it never feels like I’m empty.
Like drinking from the Water of Life in Exceneca—no, worse. Instead of replenishing me, it just keeps overflowing. A bottomless spring.
The sensation is blissful, otherworldly. And yet, it’s starting to frighten me.
Is Ms. Lime doing something to me? Has something inside her evolved? Awakened? It feels like I’m on the edge of something forbidden.
And I’m starting to fear the consequences.
When I finally sit up, something soft presses against my back.
I turn—and there’s Ms. Shirakaba, her elegant arms wrapped around me.
How many arms does she have? I’ve lost count.
Tizzy’s in front, Ms. Shirakaba behind.
They can move like this because they’re slimes. It’s like being caught between two beautiful serpents, like a Yamatano Orochi woven of grace and warmth.
Ms. Shirakaba must’ve had quite a lot built up inside.
People who try too hard to act composed usually hide the strongest passions.
If she had just spoken honestly… I would’ve been there for her any time.
Countless arms stroke my body, enveloping me like a clownfish nestled in IsoGinchiak coral.
It’s terrifying how used I’ve become to this… strangeness.
As Ms. Shirakaba and Tizzy alternate soft kisses, someone else timidly draws close.
A graceful, mature face—Ms. Nina?
No… Princess Auroora.
She looks so much like Tizzy it’s almost confusing. But then, they are cousins.
A woman with a trident, dignified and striking—her presence has become almost mythic.
She’s a guest here, staying in the neighboring room.
And now she’s come to me.
Could she have helped Castor escape? The stress must be immense.
She shares a face with Ms. Nina—because she was once the same person.
It’s no wonder I feel comfort in her arms.
But Princess Auroora herself seems to dislike me. Or perhaps, she despises the idea of the Hero altogether.
It’s a tangled feeling.
The woman Ms. Lime became… perhaps she’s just a creature of instinct, imitating beauty to bring me peace.
Auroora leans in with a quiet kiss.
Why does her face look so sorrowful?
She’s never dropped her composure like this before. Not once. Even Ms. Nina never showed me such vulnerability.
If I don’t remember… what does that mean?
Any man approached with such a look—so filled with silent longing—would be shaken.
It’s not physical. It’s something deeper. A mature, aching charm.
And she has Nina’s face.
Why did I fall for Ms. Nina? Was it love at first sight? Her face… her aura… I admired her the moment we met.
So was it just the face? That thought feels shallow, but if that were true, shouldn’t I have fallen for Auroora as well?
Now that I think about it, Ms. Lime has never taken Nina’s form before.
And now, I’m starting to feel my heart pound again.
Still, Auroora looks utterly exhausted. So much so that just watching her makes me want to take care of her.
Miss Floria also seemed worn down, but the princess’s fatigue runs deeper.
I push aside any wicked urges and focus on massaging her shoulders and neck.
It’s hard to tell if it’s healing or something more intimate, but her relaxed expression tells me I’m helping.
Even in Ms. Lime’s form, her body remains tense beneath my touch.
Ms. Nina was always diligent. Auroora is likely no different.
She carries everything on her own, without asking for help. That kind of strength… easily turns to rebellion.
She’s the type who might fall for the wrong kind of man if left alone. I hope she stays wary.
Her brother is no support, and now he’s the king. That only makes things harder for her.
If she’s bound by family duty, she may never marry for politics.
In this world, noblewomen who reach a certain age unmarried may remain alone forever.
That thought… is a little lonely.
Maybe that’s why I find her so endearing.
Am I really so simple?
No… I started to believe I was holding the real Princess Auroora. But this is Ms. Lime in disguise.
She’s only mimicking beauty to make me happy.
But even so—deep down, I want that woman to find happiness too.
Notes:
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
• Exceneca – Lady Uno’s butler girl
• Ginchi – Male. A dwarf, scientist, artist, and seeker of truth. Ms. Mahal’s acquaintance. He is a skilled artisan, researcher of homunculi, and monopolizes high-precision glass tubes. He is wealthy, rational, and critical of both dwarfs and Earth’s civilization. He has a rivalry with Mr. Zenom.
• Ms. Nina – Doll Princess (Auroora 217), renamed by the protagonist. Beautiful blonde, ~168 cm, slim waist. Wears adventurer attire. Made from artificial parts and wooden limbs, resembling a princess. Knowledgeable, can read, write, and use basic healing magic. Reliable partner, often saves the protagonist with her skills.
• Nina – Doll Princess (Auroora 217), renamed by the protagonist. Beautiful blonde, ~168 cm, slim waist. Wears adventurer attire. Made from artificial parts and wooden limbs, resembling a princess. Knowledgeable, can read, write, and use basic healing magic. Reliable partner, often saves the protagonist with her skills.
• Miss Floria – Elegant, silver-haired noblewoman in her 40s, referred to as an ‘older sister’. Judge of the Supreme Court and Baroness. Former tutor of Princess Auroora. Initially stern but warms up, showing a playful side. Close with Ms. Nina (Princess Auroora’s doll copy), treating her like a sister. Trustworthy and explains legal matters clearly.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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