Chapter 179: Mollang Is Acting Strange (3)
"Seriously, Mollang, your original form is the best."
Even now, she was trembling, trying to stand on two legs, but since her legs weren't made of bones and muscles but of slime, they lacked the strength to support the weight of her upper body.
Normally, she would maintain just enough form to support her upper body, extending slightly past her pelvis, while keeping her lower body in her natural slime state. But now, she was forcing herself to mimic a human, trembling as she tried to walk upright, clearly seeking my affection.
"If you like this form, you can keep it, but isn't walking hard and uncomfortable? And transforming into a human shape takes more concentration, so it must be exhausting."
As I slid my fingers between her legs and touched her slit, the translucent body of Mollang revealed her moist, slimy membranes. Normally, when touching such areas on beastmen or other creatures, fluids would seep out, making the area more slippery the more it was touched. But since Mollang was a slime, no fluids leaked unless her outer layer was damaged; the surface merely stayed moist.
'Well… Mollang's imitation is just surface-level, so she doesn't seem to react much to this kind of touch.'
But I had a special technique: channeling mana into my fingers.
Using this, I gently scratched the inner walls of her vaginal structure, causing a small tear.
It might seem cruel, but Mollang didn't feel pain. This wasn't a precious reproductive organ, nor was it made of anything special—it was just part of her slime body molded into the shape of genitals. Scratching it was no different from leaving a small mark on the surface of her slime body.
Drip!
As my mana-coated fingers pressed into the inner walls of her slime-made vaginal structure, the walls began to dissolve, releasing the slime fluid trapped inside. It coated my fingers like lubrication.
"Wow, even our Mollang can produce fluids? You're always sucking things out of me, so it's about time you learned to release something."
Squirm… squirm…
Mollang instinctively tried to stop the flow, covering her lower body with her hands. But since I was her master, she couldn't push my hands away, and the fluids continued to pour out from her body.
Bubble… bubble…
Slime fluid rapidly leaked from Mollang's genitals. To stop the flow, she tensed her lower abdomen, trying to hold it back. As the fluid was retained, bubbles filled the empty space in her abdomen, creating a hollow area that resembled a womb—something Mollang naturally didn't have.
Unable to make a sound, she whimpered and strained to hold the bubbles in place, the hollow area now perfectly positioned where a uterus would be.
"You're plenty wet now. Shall we get started?"
Her expression was already one of expectation, trembling slightly as I grabbed her quivering thighs and pulled her closer to me.
Normally, Mollang's body would flow between my fingers, but since she was forcing herself to harden her entire body, she felt firm and pliable, resisting my touch instead of melting away.
'She's grown quite a bit since the days when I could hold her with one hand.'
When I first found Mollang, she was just a regular slime I captured by chance, using her as a tool for handling my needs. By sheer luck, she turned out to be one of those rare slimes that didn't emit toxins harmful to humans. After absorbing my semen over time, she developed more and more, to the point where she now resembled a human in many ways.
'In a way, she's like family, isn't she?'
As Mollang grew, so did my dick. Back then, when I first inserted myself into her, my glans didn't bulge as prominently, and I was much smaller in general.
I used to feel relatively confident about my size compared to Dane, thinking my proportions were better. But now, I felt I could compete even in sheer size. Even if we hadn't tested fully erect, our sizes seemed comparable in their resting states.
'Maybe Mollang's been growing so she could completely envelop me? Is that possible…?'
Right now, Mollang was moving her core, which should have been near her head, down to her lower abdomen, clearly preparing for what was about to happen. As I waited for her to finish, I noticed her core settling into place, perfectly aligned for sex.
'Her core seems slightly larger than before… and it's not as smooth as it used to be—it's got a slightly textured surface now.'
Watching someone grow usually takes years, either noticing subtle physical changes or behavioral shifts. But with Mollang, I could see her transformation happening before my eyes, moment by moment.
"Still, you don't need to go this far. Mollang has her own charm."
Recently, I'd developed an obsession with legs (probably because of Lien). I'd occasionally play with Shuru's hind legs while she rested in the bag or stroke Silvia's thighs when her short skirt made it easy. Perhaps Mollang noticed and tried to show that she, too, could have legs, hoping to appeal to me.
But there was no need. Mollang was already more than charming enough.
'I thought I was showing Mollang affection by feeding her lots of semen, but from her perspective, she might've felt she was merely being used to dispose of it…'
Mollang had been so active and eager, which led me to be relatively passive during our interactions. Perhaps she thought I was only feeding her out of necessity and that my affection for her had waned.
I gently spread the moist entrance of Mollang's slime-made vagina. Though still small and seemingly ill-equipped to fully accommodate me, I pressed the head of my cock inside.
Squish.
Her elastic opening stretched, forcing out more of the slick, cool slime fluid from within. The liquid was even smoother and more lubricating than a typical creature's fluids, making it feel as if my cock was effortlessly gliding into the tight space of her inner walls.
Squelch.
Plop.
The head of my cock bumped against her core.
The slight jolt caused my fingers, which were gripping Mollang's trembling thighs, to sink partially into her soft flesh.
'As I thought, the core needs to be directly stimulated to get a reaction.'
For Mollang, the rest of her body was like hair or nails on a human—disposable. Her core, however, was essentially her essence. While the other parts of her body could dissolve or be severed without issue, even a slight touch to her core caused her entire form to waver.
"So, as usual, you'll enjoy it if I aim for your core, right?"
Mollang shook her head.
I tried reaching for her core through her side, as I usually did by sliding my fingers inside her, but Mollang shook her head again, refusing to open her side for me this time.
'Does she dislike me touching her core directly now?'
In the past, she had no qualms about letting me handle her core, but now she placed it slightly out of reach, positioning it away from the head of my cock. She even covered her lower abdomen with her hands when I tried to touch it, silently telling me not to.
Her behavior was unusual.
'Could it be that she wants to have sex like a normal living creature, rather than the typical "slime way" of body manipulation?'
Since I'd decided to go along with her wishes today, I quietly held her hips, lifted her slightly, and began thrusting into her more conventionally.
Thrust!
The slime fluid filling her vagina splashed out as my cock slammed into her, while her core shook violently, almost as if it were trying to escape. It slid upward to the area just above her navel before slowly drifting back down.
Watching her core's unusually reserved movements, I lifted her again and thrust down hard. This time, since there wasn't as much fluid left, there wasn't as much splashing. Instead, my cock pushed deeper inside, unimpeded by the remaining fluid.
'Normally, she copies the vaginal folds of others, but today, it's smoother. Instead, it's molding itself to match the shape of my cock…'
Typically, Mollang would replicate the folds of a tentacle or, more specifically, Nel's. But today, she wasn't imitating Nel or anyone else. Instead, her vagina was reshaping itself entirely to fit me.
Every time I moved inside her, it was as if she were carving a sculpture—molding her inner walls to match every ridge and vein of my cock.
"Are you memorizing this?"
It's said that when a woman has sex repeatedly with one man, her body "remembers" him, adjusting to make future encounters more pleasurable for both. Mollang, however, wasn't just learning my shape—she was physically remolding herself to fit me perfectly.
Rather than simply creating a space for my cock, she used the bubbles I'd previously released to add subtle variations, ensuring her inner walls weren't just a tight fit but provided a stimulating, ever-so-slight difference with each thrust.
"Should I slow down this time?"
To help her adjust, I moved more slowly, deliberately letting her body shape itself to me. The slight curve of my cock, the way my glans narrowed upon entry and flared on the way out, stimulating her inner walls—it was all imprinted into her body.
One by one, tiny ridges formed along her walls, perfectly matching my movements.
Drip…
When I withdrew, the remaining slime fluid dripped out from her reshaped vagina.
Her translucent body revealed how her inner walls were now perfectly molded to fit me. Mollang trembled, imitating the heavy breathing of a living being, even though she didn't actually need to breathe. It was likely something she'd learned from watching Shuru. As her lower body dripped with fluid, her flushed appearance was so enticing I wasn't sure I could keep holding back.
"So… you don't want my cock touching your core right now, do you?"
Mollang neither nodded nor shook her head. She simply blinked, fidgeting with her hands over her lower abdomen.
"Alright, then. Avoid it as best you can."
Thrust!
Deliberately aiming for her core, I drove myself deep inside her once more.