CHAPTER 110: THIS IS HOW IDIOTS DIE, BUT DAMN SHE’S PRETTY

Without realizing it, Finn had been guided straight into a large open chamber. The shallow purple water here mixed with the dark murky sludge, swirling lazily from the slow movements of the slime-coated walls. A few dry patches of land broke the surface where the water couldn’t reach.

Then he noticed them—dozens of purple-tinted slimes drifting idly in the water, rising and sinking in place like they were... excited. Like they had been waiting for him.

And then, in perfect unison, they began to sway rhythmically, as if performing some bizarre welcome dance just for him.

Finn almost smiled... almost. He quickly shook himself out of it, reminding himself I hate slime.

He was mid-snarl when he saw it.

A tall humanoid silhouette stood at the center of the chamber, staring right at him. His heart skipped.

The figure had to be at least two hundred thirteen centimeters tall—towering over him even at a distance.

’Another woman taller than me...’ Finn sighed internally, feeling personally attacked.

As he stepped closer, the details sharpened—and whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t human.

It was a slime-woman. But not like the crude slime monsters they’d fought earlier—this one was... deliberate.

Her "hair" was liquid slime, constantly dripping yet reforming in elegant waves. Her form was tall, perfectly curved in a way that set off all sorts of dangerous thoughts in Finn’s mind.

Her body was a rich grape-purple, threaded with shifting violet undertones that shimmered like oil on water when light hits it.

And she had eyes. Actual eyes—pale lilac sclera with irises that glowed faintly, like polished amethyst.

Finn’s gaze inevitably dropped lower... and his neurons went into overdrive. Her chest was absurd—two giant watermelons suspended in a gravity-defying slime form. She was translucent, her form just clear enough to see faint shapes within her and the chamber beyond.

Her waist was impossibly narrow, her curves engineered like some perverted artisan’s magnum opus. Small droplets occasionally fell from her body, rippling the water at her feet.

Finn stared for several moments, his brain briefly achieving spiritual ascension.

"I... don’t think slimes are all that bad," he muttered to himself, as if he’d just unlocked the secrets of the universe.

As Finn stared in awe, the slime woman’s expression brightened—if her oozing face could even be called a face. She looked genuinely thrilled, as if this moment was the culmination of her entire existence.

"Hmmm~~~~ I am sooo happpyyy~~~ I finallyyy get to be with youuu~ I’ve been waitinnnng for suuuch a looong time for youuu~~~~~"

Finn felt... flattered. A little scared, sure—but mostly flattered. He took a step back out of instinct, then stopped.

Destiny had brought him here. This was it. His moment. The woman—no, the wife material—he was meant to meet.

A single tear rolled down his cheek. He looked upward, voice shaking with emotion. "God... thank you. A woman has been waiting for me."

And so he stepped forward, arms open, ready for the embrace of this gelatinous goddess.

’Life is so good.’

The slime woman’s joy seemed to deepen at his approach.

"Nyyufffuuuu~~~ I ammm sooo happpy~~~~ youuu are finallyyy with meee~~~~~"

She spread her arms wide and pulled him into a tight, quivering embrace.

"Yes. Yes I am." Finn buried his face against her, surprised by her warmth—it was like pressing into a giant heated water pillow. Her scent was strange: sweet, with hints of lavender, undercut by a faint smell of damp earth... and just a whisper of decomposition.

He didn’t care. He nestled in closer, his wizard hat and head resting right below her massive, semi-transparent chest.

’Majestria could never,’ he thought with smug satisfaction.

Slowly, he realized his body was sinking into hers. But Finn still didn’t care. In fact, it felt... right.

"Nyyyahaha~~ You’re sooo warm~ Finn, you’d make such a comfy little nest inside meee~~ Wanna tryyy? Just a liiittle soak~"

Her voice dripped with honeyed temptation, and Finn’s brain promptly switched to pervert autopilot.

"Yes," he thought, dazed. "This is my new home."

The slime girl rubbed Finn’s back in slow, syrupy motions—until she stopped. Her glowing amethyst eyes narrowed, gaze drifting past him.

Finn glanced over his shoulder.

Seraphina stood frozen in the doorway, staring at him like she’d just caught her husband cheating—except the "mistress" was a giant, dripping grape-flavored nightmare.

Her face was pale with shock, but not from jealousy. It was more the kind of look someone gets when they’re trying to figure out if they need to call an exorcist or a pest control company.

"...Finn...?"

Finn, for half a second, remembered how gorgeous she was. His old crush flickered in his brain... but then he felt the warm, enveloping hug of the slime mommy and thought, Why not both?

He stood there, internally torn—part of him wanting to leave, part of him never wanting to leave, and 100% of him aware that this was exactly how idiots died in horror stories.

The slime girl pulled him closer like a jealous girlfriend shielding him from the other woman. Her voice sharpened.

"Whattt, why are you hereee noww? Seraphinaaaa~~~~~~?? I am sooo jealousss. Jealous, jealous, jealouuus~~~~!"

Her grip tightened, pulling Finn so close he could practically hear the sound of his cells dissolving.

Hot, Finn thought. But also possibly lethal.

Then his eyes caught something inside her translucent body—a scrap of cloth, dark and familiar.

A scarf. The same scarf he’d seen when they first fell into this hellhole.

"Oh... crap."

Finn tried to lean back, but her gelatinous arms locked around him like warm molasses.

"Heh... uh... c-could you maybe... let go? You’re starting to absorb me, and I’m not really in a dying mood right now..." he said with a sheepish grin.

The slime girl’s happy expression faltered into frustration. "It’s all because of this bodyyy~~~~ all the pretty clothesss, facesss... everything becomes a parrrrt of meee~~~~" Her gaze snapped toward Seraphina, brimming with bitter envy. "It makes me enviouuus~~ please be with me, Finnnn~~~"

With a grunt, Finn wrenched himself free, stumbling back across the shallow purple water. "Please stop! And—how do you even know my name?!"

Her eyes flashed. The warmth was gone.

She lunged.

***

The slime girl pounced, knocking Finn flat on his back with a wet splop. Her translucent form straddled his hips, pressing him into the slick ground. She was warm—almost feverishly warm—and heavier than she looked.

Finn froze.

He had never been this close to a woman before. Not in college. Not in high school. Not even in those questionable dreams he never told anyone about. And now here he was, with a slime mommy pinning him down in what could only be described as... aggressively affectionate.

His brain was a scrambled mess of primal instincts and survival alarms.

Stop her. ’No, wait, don’t stop her.

Wait, no, yes, stop her. What’s happening? Am I dying? Am I living? Is this heaven?’

"Not good..." he whispered to himself.

The slime girl lifted herself slightly, her semi-solid form sliding down his legs like warm jelly. She spread them just enough to make him yelp.

"I am soooo jealoussss~~" she purred, her voice wobbling like syrup on a spoon. "But sooo happpyyyy~ I’ve waited sooo long for thissss~~ I want to be insiiiide youuuu~~~"

"WAIT—INSIDE ME?!" Finn’s voice cracked.

He started thrashing, but every movement just made him sink slightly deeper into her grip. Seraphina rushed forward—only for one of the smaller slimes from earlier to leap at her, blocking her path.

Which meant... Finn was on his own.

"Sheee was riiight about youuu~~" the slime girl cooed, leaning down so close her face was almost pressed to his. "Youuu’re sooo special... sooo funnn~~~ Don’t be scarrred~~ I’ll be genttttle... but I will take a liiittle piece of youuu... and keep it foreverrrr~~"

She shifted again, sliding lower, her gooey limbs pressing his legs apart just a little more—enough to make his survival instincts scream louder than his hormones.

"Uh—hah—Seraphina?! Little help here... someone?!"

Now on the threat of being taken advantage again from another slime...