Chapter 16: Domestiunculus Shop (Handcrafted) (01)

  Seeing the figure now, much more refined pared to her earlier attempt to mimic a human, she no longer resembled a slime but rather a small girl wearing a slime's skin.

  Despite her tiny body, everything she needed resent. she opened slightly, as if to funt her navel, and began climbing up my dick with her hands, much like a snake coiling around a pole. In some ways, she resembled a lewd pole dance.

  "Ugh!"

  Wheill-toxic Molng climbed onto my leg, my dick begaing again.

  Lick...

  Using her soft, slimy tongue, she started lig my gns. The tiny tongue skillfully stimuted the area around the urethra while lig, and since Molng currently carried reproductive toxins, just her touch prevented me from suppressing my arousal.

  "Molng, not now... if you keep going here..."

  Fearing it might rot away, I trembled with terror, but Molng g to my dick like a predatory slime.

  'What is this? Is she starving?'

  But she shouldn’t have been hungry, as I’d been feeding her high-protein food until retly.

  Squirm...

  However, Molng's as as she ed around my "dick" were different from usual.

  Normally, she would act provocatively to extract semen from me as quickly as possible, purely for semen harvesting. But now, she seemed as if she were diligently scrubbing a pilr rger than her body with her small frame.

  Ohe exterior was to her satisfa, she ied hand-like protrusions io meticulously every er.

  "Aaaargh!"

  On any other day, simply gripping the gns and opening the area he urethra might feel mildly refreshing but not painful. However, in my current state of heightened sensitivity, it was both painful and so overwhelming I felt I might burst at any moment.

  'Why is she ag like this all of a sudden...?'

  It was as though she resehat my dick had been ihe Arae and was ing it herself.

  'e to think of it, why has Molng been biting me so much tely...?'

  Back when I tried handing her over to the female knights through the dog hole, she had desperately resisted. And when Erin was around, she deliberately formed teeth to bite me.

  'Jealousy? But a slime feel jealousy?'

  No matter how I thought about it, a slime didn’t seem intelligent enough for that. Yet Molng's behavior unmistakably resembled jealousy.

  Even now, she was intensely scrubbing away the Arae's mucus from my dick as though upset another monster had taken her food source.

  'Is she trying to monopolize her food supply?'

  Well, sidering my dick is Molng's sole source of nutrition, it wasn’t unreasonable for her to react sensitively.

  Even if her intelligence was rudimentary, the instinct to guard her food is ingrai a survival level...

  'But the way she puffs her cheeks angrily really does seem like jealousy...'

  Still, based on what I learned in monster ecology, even a high-level slime was known for following a mage's orders effitly rather than possessing individual intelligence.

  Drip...

  Finally, she ied her slender hand-like appeo clear out all the remnants from inside me. Only then did Molng seem satisfied. She ralized her toxins, returo her blue form, and approached me.

  Boing boing.

  She wiggled near my lips as though trying to act cute. Logically, this could be interpreted as trying to please the food provider for more resources, but iy...

  "Do you have intelligence?"

  I pressed Molng's plump cheek with my finger as I asked, but She didn’t reply.

  Even if She wao answer, She cked vocal cords to imitate human speech.

  'I should request a mage to iigate...'

  If She didn’t have intelligence, we could coexist as we were now, feeding her as needed. But if She did...

  'Using her like this would be disrespectful.'

  Not that I’d stop using her—just with mutual agreement.

  ---

  Fortunately, the antidote worked instantly. After lying down for about two days, I had mostly recovered, except for some minor side effects.

  The side effects were somewhat severe, though.

  "Hey, Mug Knight."

  "Shut up."

  Though the paralyzing agent was gohe arousal po lingered, leaving me in a stant state of ere. To prevent mishaps during training, I had to wear a rge wooden mug over my groin.

  This earned me tinuous stares from the female knights and ridicule from my peers, who joked that I was hiding a secret on. Among them, Dane was ughing particurly hard.

  "Ha ha ha! If it were me, I’d need a bucket."

  Holy, based on st time, his size wasn’t that impressive; he was exaggerating.

  Training cluded without any major is. During one session, Barenim and some knights simuted a rescue mission for me, which senior knights praised as practical training.

  That didn’t exempt me from punishment, though. While others were granted a seven-day leave to enjoy themselves outside, I was fio the barracks alone.

  "Tsk..."

  With my roommates gone and Molng fiscated, I idled away in the barracks, awaiting orders.

  After abs toxins from my body, Molng had been quarantined by Instructor Pandel due to her toxic properties until She was fully detoxified.

  When I mentioned She only ed my protein, Instructor Pandel assured me She’d be fed high-quality beef, though I doubted She would accept anything but my protein. Still, I was banned from visiting the infirmary as they feared Molng might act out if She saw me.

  "Ugh... I’m so bored."

  With no roommates to tease or Molng to py with, I was just killing time in the barracks.

  Everyone else was likely indulging in all sorts of debauchery during their long leave, while I was stuck living a chaste life.

  I even briefly sidered volunteering fious service when a senior knight suggested it to relieve my boredom.

  But knowing I’d likely face torture from the young saint if I stepped into the temple, I deed and instead spent my time reading.

  Naturally, I read erotiovels.

  "Hah, this guy doesn’t know anything about Arae. Clearly never experie firsthand."

  I was reading a popur ret novel infamous for its fetishes. In it, someohrew a live cow to an Arae as bait before iing themselves. Having been caught by an Arae as a breeding male, I couldn’t help but click my to the inaccurate portrayal.

  "There’s a venomous stinger back there..."

  Even a slight misstep would result in a bloody mess. Besides, even if you mao finish, the spider’s silk would block it, causing the semen to spill out.

  'Then again, the sticky silk could feel good, and the fear of the venom might heighten the excitement...'

  Thinking along those lines made my lower body react again. I recalled how, uhe influence of its venom, the Arae had seemed like the most beautiful princess. After the venom wore off, though, I came to my senses.

  Excluding the fact that her lower half ider and her arms were chitinous, she was actually quite attractive, even in a rational state.

  'Still, had I been caught, I’d have been dissolved, bones and all, while mating with the Arae princess.'

  I may be a lust-driven fool, but I value living long enough to enjoy more pleasures.

  "Ugh... This is just making me more sensitive down there. No good."

  I shoved the novel uhe bed but not my own—it went under Dane’s.

  "Wow..."

  Sure enough, Dane’s stash already included six simir novels, courtesy of Levin and Jake, who had the same idea.

  'How does he not notice these jabbing his back while he sleeps?'

  After hiding the book, I aimlessly rummaged through the barracks until a pile of flyers Dane had collected caught my attention.

  "Fantasy experiences. Witness actual illusions through magic!"

  "Fantasy monster show! Prepare to be amazed!"

  "These are so predictable."

  Most were scams.

  Illusion magic required a high-level mage, so it wouldn’t e cheap. As for monster shows, they were likely just people in es perf acts.

  There were rumors about underground aus dealing in real monsters, but imate operation would advertise so btantly.

  Swoosh—

  While lounging and flipping through flyers, another one slid uhe door of our barracks.

  "Wow, Dane’s methods of colleg these are impressive."

  This training camp’s security was questionable, allowing solicitors to slip in ads.

  Still, it was a wele distra for someone as bored as me.

  "Let’s see..."

  Among the stack, oiff, newly-printed flyer caught my eye with its bold text:

  "Handcrafted Homunculus Shop. ized to your preferences. Guaranteed discretion!"

  "Just submit a request form, and we’ll deliver directly to you."

  "Homunculi, cheaper than shoes!"

  "Cheaper than shoes? Seriously?"

  There was no price listed.

  Shops like this typically quoted eous prices upon inquiry, promising affordable rates upfront but charging full-pte armor prices upory.

  Timid ers often got scammed, thinking, "Might as well, since I’m here."

  "Hey, you!"

  The old man stuffing flyers uhe barracks door froze, clearly not expeg anyone inside. He bolted, but there was no way he could outrun a properly trained knight-in-training.

  Thud.

  "Gotcha!"

  "I’m sorry, sir knight! Times are tough, and I had to make a living. Please, let me off this once!"

  "That’s not it."

  I held the flyer up to his face.

  "Where do I send this request form?”

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