This is a story I originally posted on my Pixiv account a while back.
I’ve decided to revise and republish it since it’s something I wrote a long time ago.
There are no illustrations yet, but I plan to add them later! (*’▽’)
Please note that this story contains extreme content, as it was written in the past.
Some parts are abstractly written due to translation difficulties.
(The original Japanese text is included, so I would appreciate it if you could translate it yourself.)
I’ll also continue studying English along the way!
＜Prologue＞
I opened my eyes and found myself reborn in another world.
And to top it off, I had become a slime.
＜Chapter 1: Morning as a Slime＞
This was a country road a short distance from the village.
“Hmm-hmm, la-la…”
A young village girl in a red hood walked along, humming a small tune.
It was still early morning, and not a single soul could be seen nearby.
A vine stretched across the road was tugged.
“Ah!”
The girl tripped and fell hard to the ground.
I sprang from the bushes and immediately coiled around her leg.
Sssshhh… Szzzzzt…
“What—what is this?!”
The slime gel slowly dissolved her red skirt and underwear.
“A s-slime!? Why is there—no, stay away!!”
Her lower body was exposed, the remnants of her clothing eaten through.
I reshaped my gelatinous form into a narrow tendril and slid toward her from behind as she scrambled on all fours.
With a wet squelch, I forced my way into her anus.
“NO—Aaaaghk!? Gah—!?”
Rushing through her rectum, I burrowed deeper, reaching her colon.
There, I spread out, expanding my form to fill and stretch her intestinal walls grotesquely from within.”Haah… haah… I can’t… someone… help…”
Her diaphragm was pushed up, making it hard for her to breathe or speak properly.
Her abdomen swelled unnaturally, her movements slowing down.
I absorbed the waste in her colon as I pushed deeper inside.
Then I hit something—likely the ileocecal valve—and forced it open with brute strength, entering her small intestine.
“Ah—nngh… it hurts, it huuurts…”
Unlike the colon, the small intestine was a bundle of nerves.
My invasion triggered intense pain throughout her body.
Still, my goal lay even further inside.
I felt sorry for her, but I couldn’t stop now.
The deeper I went, the louder her cries became.
Each time, I increased the amount of gel left behind in her colon, clogging the path and suppressing her voice.
“Blegh—kaff… kaahh…”
Unable to endure the agony, she finally vomited.
Her small intestine writhed in peristalsis, desperately trying to push me out.
But I pressed forward with persistence.
Then, at last, I found what I was looking for.
A brownish, sludgy mass.
It was the partially digested food inside the village girl’s body.
Probably bread or something she ate that morning.
I wrapped my gelatinous body around it and slowly began to absorb it.
Immediately, a tremor ran through me.
Nutrients spread through my slime body, and a warm, tingling pleasure filled my mind.
Unlike other creatures, slimes have extremely weak digestive systems.
That’s why we survive by stealing already-digesting food from within the bodies of others.At the very least, that’s how I’ve survived.
By the way, the intestines of young human females offer the best flavor.
Soft, warm, and with a faintly sweet scent.
Deeper inside, I can sense more half-digested food packed in tightly.
I intend to devour it all.
As I crawled through the small intestine, I wrapped each piece of food in my gel and absorbed it one after another.
“Ugh… gahh… s-someone…”
It seemed I was getting close to the stomach.
More and more of the food retained its original form.
There’s no point going further—my body can’t process that.
Still, I had a delicious breakfast. I’m more than satisfied.
Now, all that’s left is to collect the experience orb.
I pushed my gel outward through the girl’s anus, trapping the surrounding air inside.
Glorp… glup… gplorp…
“W-what… what is that sound…?”
I began pumping air into her abdomen.
The trapped air inside her intestines increased the internal pressure, swelling her belly even further.
Yes—I’m going to tear my way out through her stomach.
For a slime, the weakest of all monsters, this is the only way to defeat a human.
I kept expanding the colon with compressed air, inflating it until it was as thick as an arm.
“Hh!? Aaah—m-my stomach…”
Her diaphragm spasmed, causing her to stop breathing momentarily.
The village girl collapsed onto the ground.
Because of the flexibility of the female skeleton, the abdomen tends to swell more easily when the colon expands.
I continued pumping air into her small intestine.
Glorp… glup… gplorp…
To prevent the air from escaping, I sealed the entrance to her stomach.
Her small intestine, now ballooning like a swollen bladder, began to slow its movements as it stretched wider.
While feeding on the old food packed in the gaps of her intestine, I noticed the internal pressure steadily rising.
“Ugh…!”
The village girl gasped for air, her breathing labored and uneven.
Her back arched unnaturally, creaking with sickening cracks as her body cried out in pain.
Her belly had swollen to resemble that of a pregnant woman.
As her abdomen convulsed, trying to push me out, I resisted—forcing the pressure upward, aiming to rupture her from within.
SPLAAAAT!!
“GOGAAAAHH!!”
The sound of her stomach ripping echoed through the air.
An inhuman, guttural scream burst from the girl’s mouth.
Schlurrrk… schlurp…
Finding a tear in her intestines, I slipped out through her ruptured abdomen.
“Haaah… haaah… haaah…”
She was still breathing.
Her abdomen lay torn wide open, organs of all shapes and sizes spilling out.
Looking around, I saw the road was soaked with blood and gore, a gruesome mess.
“Hey, did you hear that sound?”
“What? You heard something?”
The time was nearing when more people would start passing through.
I grabbed the village girl’s legs and dragged her into the bushes.
Her entrails, caught on branches and grass, were torn out with wet, ripping sounds—schlurp, squelch.
Deeper in the thicket, I found a small clearing and laid her down there.
With much of her insides now gone, her belly had sunken in, deflated like a popped balloon.
“Hyuuh… hyu… hyu…”
It seemed her vitality was unusually high—she was still alive.I decided to carry out a bit of independent research.
First, I lifted the girl’s body and laid her on her back.
Bujuh—gahh—kff—hhuuh…
As I hopped onto her swollen abdomen, blood spurted from her mouth under my weight.
She was still conscious, her half-lidded eyes staring at me.
Blood was trickling from her nose now too, dyeing her once-proud golden hair the same color as her red hood.
Jujujuju…
Now then—time to dissolve the remaining clothing with my slime gel and expose the upper torso.
I once heard a rumor: that just before death, a woman’s survival instinct can trigger spontaneous lactation.
I personally consider it a myth, but there’s no concrete data to confirm or deny it.
So here I am, documenting the condition of a woman on the verge of death as I stimulate her chest for research purposes.
I understand fully that the rumor is likely false.
Her body is slender, yet her chest is noticeably full—possibly around a G-cup in human terms.
Even lying on her back, the shape remains, likely due to the development of the mammary glands.
I enveloped both with slime gel.
Gently testing the texture, I applied slight suction, noting the density beneath the outer layers.
No response yet. No fluid.
“Gghh—gahh—uugh…”
Blood gushed from her mouth, and her body jerked violently as her breathing failed.
Her body was writhing violently, likely from the pain.
Sensing she was nearing the end, I intensified the suction on her chest.
Bshuh!
A wet burst echoed through the air.
Checking the slime gel, I saw that one of her breasts had ruptured—its inner fat tissue partially exposed.
It seemed I had misjudged the pressure.
Her spasms gradually faded, and her entire body went limp.
Her pupils dilated, and her once bright green eyes dulled into a lifeless murk.
Then, several glowing green crystals—gemlike in appearance—emerged from her body.
These were experience orbs.
I absorbed them into the gel and gained a small amount of experience.
It’s said that accumulating enough of these will allow a slime to level up.
Beyond that, the mechanics remain unclear.
By the way…
In the end, this village girl didn’t produce any milk.
＜Chapter 2: Noon as a Slime＞
It was almost noon.
The road, which had been quiet just a while ago, was now bustling with travelers.
No one noticed the body of the village girl lying deep in the bushes.
Not even the bloodstains scattered across the road seemed to draw any attention.
They probably just assumed it was the aftermath of the military police dealing with a monster.
I was starting to feel hungry again.
Even as a slime, I apparently had to eat three meals a day, just like a human.
Given the risks involved in feeding, I wouldn’t have minded a more energy-efficient biology.
I decided to head into the village to find lunch.
Around this time of day, most of the men would be out working or away on errands—making it the perfect opportunity.
Cutting across the meadow would be the fastest route.
The sky was clear and blue, and a gentle breeze swept through the grass.
If only I were full right now, I’d have no complaints.
Just before reaching the village, I spotted a girl.
She was picking flowers.
In her hands was a basket overflowing with bright, colorful blossoms.
This place was hidden from the village—no one else was around.
Not a single adult in sight.
A perfect opportunity.
Lunch in a wide open field like this would surely taste exceptional.
That said, her body was small, so I couldn’t expect much food to be inside.
“Ow! That hurt!!”
She cried out as I rammed her from behind, causing her to fall forward.
The basket flew from her hands, sending flowers scattering like a shower over the grass.
“Waaaaaaah!!”
She burst into tears.
Juu… jujuju…
I slipped quickly beneath her skirt, and my slime gel began dissolving the fabric layer by layer.
“Eek!?”
Sensing something strange, the girl hastily lifted her skirt.
By then, half of my body had already forced its way into the narrow opening at her rear.
The space was incredibly tight.
As I pushed deeper, the inner walls compressed my form with increasing pressure.
“W-what is… this…? M-my stomach… it hurts…”
My presence alone was enough to distend her intestines to their limit, pressing upward into her diaphragm.
Her abdomen was likely swelling to a size she had never experienced before.
I forced open a biological valve and slipped into the small intestine.
Creaaak…
Each time I pushed upward from inside her abdomen, I heard a grinding, creaking sound from within.
At this rate, her abdomen might rupture before I even manage to get to the food.
“Kuhyuh… hyuh… kh-puh…!?”
The girl gagged softly, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe.
Her throat twitched deep inside, refusing to settle.
Her entire body trembled—she was clearly overwhelmed by fear.
And then, I finally found it.
The remains of what she’d eaten that morning.
Partially digested, it was a pale, flavorless porridge-like substance—weak in aroma and even weaker in volume.
I searched as far as the area just beneath the stomach, but the nutrients I found were far from satisfying.
Glorp, glup, gplorp…
I began inflating her abdomen again, pumping in air.
Once I claimed the experience orb, I planned to move on to the next target.
Clearly, I was right not to expect much from this one.
“Uugh… nghii…”
Tear… riprip…
As I continued to force air into the small intestine, I heard the faint sound of something tearing.
The pressure inside dropped ever so slightly.
I thought her clothes might have torn because her belly had swollen too much… but—
Squish!! Splurt—!
“Khh!! Aaahhh!!”
A strange sound rang out—like stepping on a brand-new tube of toothpaste.
Suddenly, the pressure gave way, and I was released from the intense constriction.
It seemed the girl’s abdomen had given out in some way.
Yet, I found no rupture in the intestinal walls—there was no exit.
Had the outer body really split open?
A slime like me shouldn’t have the power to break through living tissue.
Left with no other option, I decided to take the longer route back—through the same path I entered.
Squelch… slop… blurp…
The sound accompanying my retreat made the entire act feel unsettlingly similar to being excreted.
The girl lay on her back, gasping.
“Hahh… hahh… hahh…”
When I looked at her abdomen, I saw blood seeping out—it appeared the area had ruptured.
Jujujuju…
Using slime gel, I began to dissolve her clothing.
Eventually, a deep vertical tear became visible along her side.
From the opening, a bundle of intact intestines had slipped out, still functioning despite being exposed.
Her internal organs seemed remarkably resilient.
They hadn’t torn or broken; even outside her body, they continued to move as if nothing had changed.
However, this world’s medicine was no more advanced than that of a medieval age.
With her abdomen torn open and her organs exposed, there was little hope of survival.
“Hiii—gyaa—ghh… a… aaaah…”
Her face twisted in agony, her entire body trembling as her fingers raked violently against the ground.
Even if her organs were unharmed, simply being alive in that condition must have been its own form of hell.
It would still take some time before ‘mercy’ finally arrived for her.
“Lady Alice…”
The girl murmured the name “Alice” in a strained voice.
Was there someone nearby?
Given the honorific, the person she spoke of must have been someone above her in status.
Whoever it was, if they turned out to be powerful, it could become troublesome.
For now, I decided to hide the girl.
I looked around and spotted a large boulder nearby.
There was a small gap between it and the ground.
I grabbed the girl’s legs and started to drag her toward it, intending to tuck her into the narrow space—
Clink.
Something fell to the ground.
Looking closer, I saw what appeared to be a short blade, like a dagger or a small side sword.
Apparently, she had been carrying it for self-defense.
I unsheathed it—its blade was finely polished, sharp, and clearly well-maintained.
A chill ran down my spine.
It was a relief I hadn’t been stabbed by it.
I pushed the girl’s body under the boulder and secured her in place with some nearby vines.
While doing so, I must have applied pressure to her abdomen—
Squelch.
There was a dull, squelching sound as another piece of her entrails spilled from the wound.
Just to be safe, I threw the blade far away.
From the top of the rock, I scanned the area and spotted someone beyond the hill.
It was likely Alice.
Judging by her height, she appeared to be around the same age as the girl from earlier.
I approached quietly to observe her.
“Hehe… come here.”
She had no idea that her friend was lying nearby, her abdomen torn open.
I looked around—there was no one else in sight.
My previous meal had been… incomplete.
Alice might make for a suitable follow-up.
Her skin looked healthy and well-nourished.
Far more promising than the last one.
“Kyah!”
I tackled her from behind.
She hit the ground with a thud and stopped moving.
“Suuu… suuu…”
She seemed to have fainted.
Perfect timing.
Since we were close to the village, someone might come by.
I decided to drag Alice’s unconscious form to the same hiding spot beneath the rock where I’d left the other girl.
“Hahh… hahh…”
When I returned, the girl with the torn abdomen was still alive.
Her breathing was weak, but somehow, she still clung to life.
Jujujuju…
I began to dissolve Alice’s pale blue dress with my slime gel, slowly, layer by layer.
Beneath it was a slender, unblemished body.
Though her features still held traces of youth, her form showed signs of early development.
Had she grown to adulthood, she may have matured into something quite striking.
As I gently spread her lower body, I located the entrance I had been seeking.
Without delay, I began the insertion process.
“…nngh…”
With her still unconscious and unresisting, I was able to progress deeper with minimal resistance.
Even so, the passage remained tight and constricted.
Eventually, I forced open the valve deeper inside and entered the small intestine.
“Ugh… kuh…”
A faint voice escaped from Alice’s lips.
She hadn’t fully regained consciousness yet, but her abdomen must have been swelling significantly by now.
Just before the stomach, I found partially digested food.
The flavor was mild, but hints of umami remained—likely from high-quality ingredients.
Still, the portion was disappointingly small.
“Nnh… gyaah!?”
Suddenly, her abdominal muscles clenched, and the internal pressure spiked.
Alice had regained consciousness.
“M-my stomach… nghh—it’s…!”
She cried out in pain, her body reacting violently.
From her reaction, it seemed she had sat up, which triggered powerful peristaltic movements in the intestine, increasing pressure further.
I braced myself, trying not to be expelled.
“R-Rilia!? Y-you’re hurt—so badly—are you okay!?”
Apparently, the girl I had ruptured earlier was named Rilia.
From Alice’s voice, it was clear Rilia was still alive.
Alice’s body trembled, and I heard the sound of quiet sobbing.
There was a soft rustling of fabric—it was likely she was embracing Rilia’s injured form.
“P-please… someone… help—!”
Glorp, glup, gplorp…
I began drawing in air through a lower point of entry, sending it into Alice’s body.
I was curious to see just how much that pale, slender frame could contain.
Glorp, glup, gplorp…
“Uugh… my stomach… it h-hurts…”
With the colon nearing its limit, I began filling the small intestine instead.
As the inner cavity expanded, her abdomen gained significant volume.
Alice’s soft body seemed capable of holding a surprising amount of air inside.
“Hah… hah… Rilia… ahh… you too… suffered the same…”
A moment later, Rilia’s body collapsed beside her with a dull thud.
Then came a creaking sound—subtle but growing—issuing from deep within Alice’s abdomen.
“No… no—my stomach… it’s… it’s going to—NOOOO!!”
POP!!!
A light popping sound rang out.
Shlurrrk… schlurp…
It looked like her intestines had torn this time.
I crawled out through the tear in Alice’s abdomen.
“Please… someone… g-get a doctor…”
Alice clutched at her exposed midsection, trying desperately to hold in what was already spilling out.
Her internal tissues, slick with blood and fluid, had become entangled and uncontained.
It was clear—she wouldn’t survive.
I recalled a rumor I’d heard before: that just before death, a woman’s survival instinct might trigger spontaneous lactation.
I hopped onto Alice’s chest.
“Guh—! Hah… hahh… hkhh…!”
Her warm blood splattered across my body.
I enveloped one of her breasts with my slime gel—roughly the size of a small bowl.
Her mammary tissue seemed underdeveloped; the structure was soft, fragile, and easily distorted under minimal pressure.
“…Fuh… fa…th…er…”
With a trembling hand, Alice grabbed at something near her neck.
Between her fingers, I saw a necklace—ornate, with a crest engraved on it.
I recognized the symbol immediately.
It was the emblem of the local lord who governed this village.
Could it be? Was Alice the noble’s daughter?
“…gghh… khhk…”
Her breathing halted.
Her entire body twitched in violent spasms.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as foamy blood bubbled at her lips.
Her pupils slowly dilated, and the light vanished from her soft brown eyes.
Then, in a sudden burst, a stream of luminous experience orbs erupted from her body.
There was no doubt.
Alice had been an important figure—her abundant orbs proved it.
This was bad.
A major search would likely begin soon.
And if I was discovered… I’d be hunted too.
“…uuh… nnngh…”
Suddenly, I heard a faint voice—it was Rilia.
It had been quite a while since her abdomen was torn open, but she was still breathing.
!?
An idea struck me.
What if I pinned the blame on Rilia?
I went to retrieve the dagger I had discarded earlier.
It wasn’t hard to find.
Back at the rock, I unsheathed it and revealed a finely made blade.
Shlkk!
I drove it into Alice’s abdomen.
The blade cut through her flesh with ease, like a knife through soft wax.
Squelch. Crunch.
I opened the wound further and ensured the internal area bore enough signs of repeated trauma.
That should do it.
With the dagger in question belonging to Rilia, suspicion would naturally fall on her as Alice’s killer.
Next, I had to make it look like she tried to flee.
I dragged Rilia’s body toward the edge of a nearby cliff, a short distance from the hiding spot.
It was about five meters high—enough to be fatal in a fall.
Huu… huu… huu…
Only a faint wheeze escaped her damaged lungs.
I placed the necklace I had taken from Alice into Rilia’s hand and made sure her grip was tight.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if trying to say something.
But no voice would come.
And then—I pushed her over the edge.
CRACK!
“…Ughh!!”
Her body struck a protruding rock halfway down.
Her insides burst out, and the necklace she was holding scattered across the ground.
Splat.
She hit the ground hard.
Her body didn’t move again.
Moments later, experience orbs rose from the broken form.
I watched just long enough to confirm her end—then quickly fled the scene.
＜Chapter 3: Night as a Slime＞
Night was falling.
The sun had vanished beyond the horizon, and the village outskirts had grown restless—
word was spreading that the bodies of Alice and Rilia had been discovered in the fields.
Thanks to the commotion, the military police had left the village to investigate, leaving the streets less guarded.
I was growing hungry again.
This time, I decided to hunt for dinner at the local tavern.
Through a small knot-hole in the floorboards, I could observe the interior.
It wasn’t particularly crowded, but the owner bustled about, clearly busy.
I listened in on a conversation between the barkeep and a patron.
Apparently, a waitress who had gone shopping early that morning still hadn’t returned.
They described her as cheerful, always wearing a red hood—likely the tavern’s poster girl.
At one of the tables, I noticed a young woman drinking alone.
Her long brown hair was disheveled, and she looked thoroughly intoxicated.
One of her dress straps had slipped down, her posture slouched and unfocused.
After being prompted by the tavern owner, she staggered out of the building.
“Hic… ugh… feelin’ sick…”
She muttered to herself, stumbling forward.
I erased my presence and followed, carefully watching my surroundings.
She entered a small inn a short distance from the village center.
I heard the door lock behind her.
“Big sis! Did you drink that much again!?”
A younger voice rang out from inside—likely her sister.
“Aww, Flare-chan! C’mere—hug hug!”
“Let me go!”
Apparently, the two sisters were lodging at the inn together.
The younger one’s name was Flare.
Tonight, I would choose one of them as my dinner.
I slipped inside through the keyhole.
Flare was downstairs, washing dishes in the kitchen.
Her build was similar to that of Alice and Rilia.
However, her tone was more composed, more mature.
She might be slightly older than they were.
Even so… after everything that happened during the day, I wasn’t in the mood to target someone that small again.
My choice was made—the older sister, dulled by drink, would be tonight’s meal.
She was nowhere in sight downstairs, so she was likely upstairs.
I silently crept up the staircase.
Through a gap in the door, I peered into her room.
She appeared to be experimenting with magic potions.
Bottles and tools were scattered across the room, the air thick with an alchemical scent.
“Ugh… so sleepy…”
Dressed in loose clothing, she rubbed her eyes and crawled into bed.
Sleep would take her soon.
I waited quietly.
“Suuu… suuu…”
Her breathing slowed—she was asleep.
I entered the room without a sound.
I slipped beneath the covers and began applying slime gel, gradually dissolving the outer layer of her clothing.
Juu… jujuju…
Whether due to the alcohol or sheer exhaustion, she showed no signs of waking.
I carefully parted her lower body and entered through a discreet opening.
“Suuu… suuu… mmn… suuu…”
Compared to Rilia or Alice, the internal space was wider, making the journey smoother.
Her body temperature was elevated—likely from the alcohol—which made the abdominal cavity unexpectedly warm and stable.
From deeper inside, I could hear the faint gurgling of digestion.
Since my last meal had been incomplete, I was now driven entirely by hunger.
I pushed open a biological valve and advanced into the small intestine.
“Nn… huhh… huhh… ugh…”
The moment I entered, her abdomen began to contract reflexively.
Her body had registered me as a foreign presence and was instinctively trying to expel me.
Further in, I located partially digested food.
It resembled porridge—melted bread.
One of my favorites.
She must have eaten quite a lot at the tavern.
Her intestines were packed with half-processed material.
Soon enough…
I completed my feeding without incident.
There was more further in, but I was too full to continue.
Regrettable, but it was time to collect the experience orb.
Glorp, glup, gplorp…
“Snnff… sss… mmn… fuhh… fuhh…”
I began channeling air into her body through a lower access point, causing her abdomen to expand gradually.
Her limbs were completely relaxed—likely due to the alcohol—allowing the air to flow in with little resistance.
Her clothing was loose, offering no pressure to counter the swelling.
With enough care, I could distribute air throughout her intestinal system and expand it to its limits.
“Hhh!? Aagh!!”
Suddenly, her abdominal pressure spiked. She was waking up.
“I-it hurts! Where—what is this!? What’s happening to me!?”
She seemed to be fumbling for something—perhaps a medicinal potion to relieve the pain?
Not that it would help.
Glorp, glup, gplorp…
“Aahh—my stomach!? Why—what is this happening to me!?”
As I forced in a concentrated burst of air, her back arched sharply.
The creaking of internal strain echoed from within—her body voicing its protest.
Her belly had now swollen to resemble that of a woman far along in pregnancy.
“No—nooo!! It hurts—it hurts!!”
CRAAASH!!
She must have stumbled—there was a loud crash.
A table overturned, and bottles rolled noisily across the floor.
“Big sis, what’s going on?”
Flare had apparently heard the noise and entered the room.
The door swung open.
“Ahh!? Wh-what happened!?”
“F-Flare… help me… my stomach—!”
Her abdomen convulsed violently, trying to force me outward.
I matched the pressure, pushing from inside with equal force.
Creaaak… creak… crk-crk…
“It’s… tearing… I can’t hold it—!!”
“Wait! I’ll wrap it—hold on!!”
It seemed Flare had some knowledge of medicine.
She scrambled to wrap her sister’s abdomen in tight bandages, hoping to keep it from giving way.
But she was just a girl—her strength was limited.
I condensed a mass of air inside, roughly the size of a melon.
Then I forced it upward, all at once.
WHUMP!
“GYAAAAHH—!!”
“Eeeek!!”
A dull, wet impact reverberated through the room.
The pressure had exceeded the limit.
Her body could no longer contain what was inside.
Shlurrrk… schlk…
“Ugh… nnngghh…”
I emerged through the rupture in her abdomen.
Despite her slender frame, a surprising amount of internal matter had spilled across the room.
“…Eh? Eh… s-sis…?”
Flare stood frozen, staring blankly, unable to process what she was seeing.
Her entire body had been splashed in crimson, and she looked at me with wide, uncomprehending eyes.
Now that I think about it—she’s the only witness.
Still just a girl…
But sometimes it’s best to remove the risk before it takes root.
Juuu… jujuju…
“H-hh… no! Stop!! Please—!!”
Her clothing began to dissolve under the effects of my slime gel, fibers breaking down into nothing.
“St… stop… Flare… aah…”
Her sister was still alive.
Despite the state she was in, she dragged herself slowly toward us, a wet slithering sound marking her approach.
She reached out, trembling—whether to protect or warn, I couldn’t tell.
Before her hand could reach me, I slipped inside Flare’s body and continued my progression.
“Nggh… u-ugh!?”
Though the passage was narrow, its lack of structural resistance allowed me to expand it with relative ease.
I continued forward, steadily increasing internal volume as I advanced.
“Hrk!! N-no… stop!!”
The digestive path still held a considerable amount of unprocessed food.
But I was already full—there was no room left for more.
Even without added air, the confined space—combined with the host’s small frame—was beginning to reach its limit.
A faint creaaak echoed from within, pressure mounting.
“S-someone… help… it hurts!!”
Rhythmic contractions began pressing in around me.
The host’s body was reacting instinctively, trying to push me out.
But such force wouldn’t be enough.
GUU-GLLLRRRRRR!!
!?
A deep, thunderous roar erupted from within her core.
The internal pressure surged without warning.
Far greater than anything before, the force now driving against me was overwhelming—
and I was rapidly being expelled.
More than half of my body had already been pushed out through her lower exit.
“Gh—hah… hah… F-Flare…”
It was the elder sister.
The one who had collapsed—her abdomen ruptured—was somehow still alive.
With bloodstained hands, she pressed down on her sister’s stomach with all the strength she could muster.
Trying to force me out.
“Hah… hhhyu… hhuh…”
But her strength was fading.
Her eyes were glassy, unfocused—she wouldn’t last much longer.
I reversed course and returned into Flare’s body.
“Ngyaa—!? No… no, please!! Sis!! S-sis—uugh!?”
I rapidly expanded within her again, filling the internal space—
cutting off her cries beneath the strain of pressure building from within.
GRU-GYURURURU!!
!?
Another wave of pressure surged through her abdomen.
It seemed the elder sister’s consciousness hadn’t completely faded.
If she recovered again, it would complicate things.
I condensed a mass of air—roughly the size of a melon—within my gel form.
The same technique I’d used to breach her sister’s limits…
This time, I would apply it to Flare.
SHLMP!!
“Gya—!”
A damp, compressed burst echoed from deep within Flare’s body.
Shlk… shlurrrk…
I slipped out through the torn section of her abdomen and surveyed the room.
Her sister’s body—like her own—had been densely filled beyond capacity.
Our eyes met.
But hers were already glazed over, the pupils fully dilated, void of awareness.
“Hhhk… hff… fhhkk…”
The older sister’s body, slumped against Flare, trembled weakly.
In her hand, she still clutched a small glass bottle, its label partially visible—some kind of digestive agent, perhaps.
“Kehh… s-sis… ter…”
Suddenly, Flare’s body convulsed violently, and a loud, wet sound echoed from deep within her lower body.
It seemed the internal agent I’d introduced earlier was finally taking effect.
Dinner was over.
I could have left the room right then, but the circumstances were… inconvenient.
The older sister lay twisted and broken, her abdomen torn beyond recovery.
Beside her, Flare’s small frame had collapsed completely—her lower body stained and emitting a foul, acrid stench.
The scene was grotesque enough that no one would ever mistake it for an accident.
Anyone discovering the scene would immediately rule out an accident.
If I wanted to avoid suspicion, I needed to act.
An accident…
Or something that could erase the evidence entirely.
Clink… clatter, clatter…
Flare’s trembling hand knocked a glass vial from the nearby table.
It rolled across the floor, catching my attention.
The label on its surface was clear:
“WARNING: EXPLOSIVE”
I wasn’t about to waste such an opportunity.
I opened the vial and slowly poured its contents into the younger sister’s mouth.
“Gkhh… g-blh… guh…”
A chemical scent—sharp and volatile—began to rise from the torn cavity in her abdomen.
The reaction had begun.
I made sure every drop was delivered.
Then, I carefully pressed the older sister’s body over the younger one, arranging them as though the scene had resulted from a reckless experiment gone horribly wrong.
An accident.
That’s what it would look like.
I withdrew into the shadows.
A lone candle burned nearby.
I tipped it toward the sisters, and let the flame fly.
BOOM!!!
A violent detonation tore through the room.
Flare’s body erupted at the center of the blast—fragments of tissue and internal mass scattered violently outward.
Her older sister, caught directly in the shockwave, was torn apart, her upper half flung across the room.
It hit the far wall with a heavy, wet thud before collapsing to the floor.
A swarm of glowing orbs—experience fragments—spilled and scattered across the debris-littered floor.
Everything was gone now.
The scene was unrecognizable.
With the bodies obliterated and the remains blended into the destruction,
it would likely be dismissed as an accident—an explosion during a magic experiment.
“What was that!?”
“Something just exploded—at the inn!!”
Chaos erupted outside.
The windows had been blown out completely, shards still rattling in the wind.
I slipped out through the frame and vanished into the night.