From the final floor of the Slime Dungeon, soft cries and wet gags echoed faintly into the forest beyond. It was said that people, especially women harbored a rich concentration of mana in their most intimate, sensitive regions, and slimes, being beasts that instinctively sought out mana, could never resist the temptation to explore the warmest, sweetest sources when given the chance.

This same principle was the foundation of Asher's slime dildos. Crafted through his magic, they slithered into women's cunts and instinctively sought out their most tender spots by teasing their G-spots, massaging their inner folds, and coaxing out wave after wave of orgasm.

But unlike real slimes, the dildos could only stimulate. They couldn't drain.

"I—I feel weak…" Sharon panted heavily, her body limp as a thick slime tendril pumped in and out of her, having already drawn several orgasms from her trembling, tiny body.

"M-Me too…" Onalenna moaned from nearby, collapsing to the ground as her legs gave out beneath her, her mana nearly drained dry.

That was the danger of actual slimes. They didn't just probe and tease—they fed. Siphoning mana directly from their victim's most mana-rich places, they left their prey utterly depleted… sometimes to the point of death. A slow, sensual death that came from being completely emptied. Asher's slime dildos mimicked the sensation, but lacked the core instinct to feed. That was the difference.

Realizing the danger, Asher acted quickly, and stopped watching how the slimes were violating his family, and began sucking all the slimes in the area into his inventory. In an instant, silence fell, leaving his mother and sister naked, their clothes corroded by the slimes, revealing every vulnerable inch of their bodies.

Sharon lay with her legs wide open, twitching as slick slime leaked from her stretched, glistening tiny hole. Onalenna, covered in sticky trails of slime, sprawled beside her. Her mature pussy was bare and exposed, legs parted just enough to show off her neatly trimmed pubes beneath the mess.

Asher groaned inwardly at the lewd sight of his mother and sister, his cock ightly twitching but resisted the temptation. He opened his system store and quickly attempted to buy healing potions.

[Recommended item: Mana Restoration Potion. Healing potions will not help victims suffering from mana depletion.]

The message popped up in front of him, making his brow arch. Mana restoration? Why would his system store have mana restorative potions when he can't even use mana. Still, he purchased the potions.

Two sleek purple vials materialized in his hands. Grimacing slightly at the foul odor, he leaned down to Sharon, lifted her gently, and coaxed the bitter liquid into her mouth. She coughed at first, but soon, her fluttering eyes opened.

"I—I'm still alive…" she whispered in disbelief.

Asher smiled down at her. "Yup. I wasn't about to let you die especially not after I summoned those green bastards myself."

He turned to his mother, still sprawled on the ground, barely conscious. Just as he was about to pour the second vial into her mouth, Sharon stopped him.

"Wait… hold on," she said, stepping closer with a strange smile.

Asher blinked. "What now?"

Sharon grinned, pointing toward their mother's exposed body. "Before you give her that potion… just look at her. Seriously, Asher. Look at those curves. Isn't she hot?"

He stiffened. "She's barely conscious, and that's what you're thinking about?"

"Yup!" Sharon chirped. "Just admit it. Isn't she sexy?"

"…Really?"

"Come on. Tell me the truth~"

Asher's gaze reluctantly drifted to the obscene beauty of his mother's exposed body. The way her thighs fell open, the soft folds of her sex glistening with leftover slime… it was impossible to ignore. But what struck him most was how plump her pussy-lips looked, almost sculpted into a perfect camel-toe, even with her legs spread. And then there was her clit—bold and swollen, jutting out like it wanted to be touched. It was right there, as if daring anyone to try.

No guessing. No fumbling. It practically pulsed in the open air, throbbing slightly with each weak breath she took.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. His cock stiffened in his pants with a slow, painful throb. He quickly looked away, jaw clenched.

"So?" Sharon teased, stepping close, her voice syrupy sweet. "What do you think?"

He shoved her lightly aside. "Stop asking me stupid shit."

She laughed low. "Just admit it. You're hard, aren't you? The view of your own mother naked, and looking filthy with juices gave you a full-on boner, didn't it?"

Her eyes dropped down to his pants, then widened in amusement.

"I knew it! Look at you, trying to hide it." She pointed shamelessly at the bulge straining against the fabric of his pants.

Asher cursed under his breath and covered himself with his hand. "Would you just shut up already?! Damn it, Sharon, let me give her the damn mana restorative before you start trying to narrate my erection."

Sharon grinned. "Brother dearest, you pervert!!"

Asher ignored Sharon's teasing, popped the cork on the mana potion, and gently tilted it to Onalenna's lips. The thick liquid slid down her throat, and within seconds, her eyelids fluttered open.

The first thing she saw was him.

Her gaze drifted to the empty bottle in his hand. A faint, tender smile curved her lips.

"You helped me… didn't you?" she asked, voice soft and laced with warmth.

"I did," he replied quietly.

Onalenna slowly sat up, only now noticing her state. What remained of her clothes were just pitiful scraps clinging to her skin, nearly everything else had been devoured by the corroding slimes.

"Oh dear," she murmured, brushing slime from her thigh. "Those damn slimes really did a number on me, huh?" She didn't even flinch at her nudity, stretching her arms lazily above her head. "I should rinse off this goo. I feel sticky all over…"

"That sounds fun!" Sharon chirped. "I need a bath too!"

The two women made their way to the nearby river, its warm, clear waters glinting in the light of the shining crystals planted on top of the rocks in this place. Without hesitation, they stepped in, letting the gentle current lick at their skin.

"Let's wash each other's backs," Onalenna suggested with a playful wink.

"Kay!" Sharon grinned. Then, she looked back at Asher. "Wanna join, brother dearest?"

He averted his eyes. "No thanks. I'm good."

"Tch… you're no fun," she pouted, slipping onto a smooth river rock just beneath the surface. "It'd have been fun if the whole family bathed together."

Onalenna settled behind her daughter, sitting on a raised stone so Sharon was nestled between her thighs. She cupped water with her hands and let it cascade down Sharon's back, then slowly began washing her with sensual, motherly care.

"You can watch, hun," Onalenna called out with a teasing lilt to her son. "We don't mind."

"Yup!" Sharon added cheerfully. "Watch all you want!"

Watching his mother and sister take a bath? Nah!!

He grumbled under his breath and took a spot under the shade of a nearby tree, but his gaze inevitably drifted back. Every few moments, his eyes stole toward the river—and each time, the view grew harder to resist.

The ladies were giggling, playfully splashing water, their hands wandering under the guise of washing as they touched each other in places a mother and a daughter shouldn't touch. But what do you expect? They were just a carefree family. Onalenna's fingers slid across Sharon's shoulders, then down her spine, dipping lower until they were cupping her breasts, kneading gently as she lathered them clean.

Sharon leaned back into her with a moan of laughter. "Oooh~ your hands feel so good, mom!"

After a while, they switched places.

Now Onalenna sat between Sharon's legs, her large breasts sticky with the last of the slime goo. Sharon didn't hesitate—her hands immediately went to her chest, massaging her mother's marvelous titties in circles.

"Shit!" Sharon blurted, wide-eyed. "Your tits are huge, mom! Like… are you secretly breastfeeding or something?"

Onalenna chuckled. "Really? The last person l breastfed is your brother right there."

"Damn!! But your tits are huge!! Sometimes genes aren't really fair. I mean...look at mine—they're so small!" Sharon turned and called to Asher, "Can you believe the difference? Hers bounce like crazy, and mine are like… ugh! Totally unfair."

Asher rolled his eyes and stood. "I'm gonna scout around the dungeon. Call me when you're done."

Sharon huffed as he walked away but didn't stop. The bath continued, filled with teasing and laughter.

But Asher didn't go far. Just a few steps into the trees, he ducked behind a bush—out of sight, but not out of earshot. He undid his belt and lowered his pants, finally releasing the straining erection he'd been fighting to hide. His mind swirled with images of his own mother's thick folds, Sharon's playful hands on her breasts, the way they moaned and giggled so freely.

He wrapped his hand around his aching cock, groaning softly.

"Damn it…" he muttered to himself. "Guess I need to take care of this."

TBC