[Volume 1: The First Lie]
"Ugh," she groaned as pleasure flooded her body, every muscle quivering beneath the overwhelming sensation. Then, something wet, hot, and with a murky, sweet scent filled her nose. This feeling continued for several minutes, and she felt like drowning in pleasure.
She laying there, gasping for air, panic seized her. Something was smothering her face, sealing her mouth and nose. She hacked violently until she cleared enough of it to breathe.
"What the hell is this?!" she cried, frantically wiping the viscous substance from her face and spitting out the rest. As she inhaled sharply, a murky, sickly sweet scent filled her nostrils.
"It really is," she said between gulps, taking another small sip of the sweet-smelling liquid. After swallowing some more, she looked around curiously, trying to figure out where she was."Where am I?" she asked, sounding confused.
The room she was in was made entirely of dark blue stone, with no windows or doors visible from where she lay. The only source of light came from a single torch placed on the wall opposite the entrance as it were adorned with intricate carvings depicting various scenes of violence.
As her eyes adjusted, she found herself lying on a black leather bed with metal rings fixed to each corner.
"Ouch, my head," she groaned, clutching her aching skull.
After a moment, she tried to stand up, but she was too tired and unbalanced to do so. She tried to take a step forward but stumbled and fell face first into a small pool of water that had collected on the floor instead.
"Damn it!" she grumbled, feeling embarrassed about having fallen into the water. While seated, she studied her reflection in the pool, taking in her appearance.
Beautiful was the only word she could use to describe. Her eyes were a bright shade of blue, and her hair was long and blonde, falling down past her waist in waves. Her breasts were enormous, with massive nipples poking out proudly. Her waist was incredibly slim, and her ass was round and plump, jiggling enticingly whenever she moved.
And most shockingly of all, sticking out from between her legs was a massive, throbbing penis that seemed to go on forever. It was thick and veiny, with a huge mushroom head that was dripping with precum. She looked at it in amazement and couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal course through her entire body.
"If I crouch down, I can probably suck it myself," she mused and kept on staring in amazement.
Her gaze lingered on the pool until the truth finally clicked into place. The white fluid clinging to her skin was her own semen. She had come dangerously close to drowning in it, a realization that was equal parts horrifying, fascinating, and, inexplicably, arousing.
Then the reality of her situation set in. She was completely naked, alone, and vulnerable in a strange, potentially dangerous room. A sudden surge of fear and anxiety flood through her body, and she knew that she needed to think quickly and come up with a plan if she wanted to survive this situation.
While she tried to compose herself, a faint swishing sound came from somewhere beyond the room. She froze, startled by the unfamiliar noise.
With trembling hands, she made her way over to the wooden door and cautiously peered outside.
Even though it was somewhat dark, she could still make out the vague outline of some sort of liquid-like substance that was swaying back and forth slowly without any discernible pattern.
She watched it for a few moments and found out it was actually a small puddle of green slime. The sight of the oozing, gooey slime sent a shiver through her, but fear was not the only thing she felt. Curiosity tugged at her as she stared at the pool, wondering what had produced it and whether it had anything to do with her current predicament.
"But how do I know that is a slime?" she asked herself, still staring out at the mysterious puddle of oozing goop. "I don't even remember my own name."
Confusion and uncertainty lingered, yet excitement and anticipation steadily swelled within her.
While searching the room, she noticed a long, slender stick lying nearby. It fit comfortably in both hands, and its sharpened tip made it look less like debris and more like a makeshift spear.
She grabbed the stick and held it tightly in her hand, feeling a sudden surge of confidence and determination coursing through her body.
"Aha," she exclaimed triumphantly, "I can use this!"
When the slime was finally only about five meters away, she took a deep breath and raised the stick high. With all of her strength and determination, she brought the stick crashing down hard onto the surface of the slime.
To her surprise and confusion, however, instead of splattering apart like she had expected, the slime simply seemed to flow around the stick as if it wasn't even there. The stick passed right through the slime like it was nothing more than a ghostly apparition.
Stunned and bewildered by what had just happened, she stood there frozen in place for a moment, unsure of what to do next. But then, without warning, one of the tendrils of slime that she had been watching suddenly coiled itself around her ankle and lifted her off of the ground.
Before she knew what was happening, she was already being pulled up into the air upside down, dangling helplessly as the slime continued to twist and wriggle around her body.
Without any time to think or react, the slime suddenly let go of her foot and tossed her violently across the room, where she landed with a loud thud against the far wall.
She lay there on the floor, groaning in pain and disoriented from the sudden impact, struggling to catch her breath and gather her wits about her once again.
She fought to steady herself, but panic clawed at the edges of her mind. The slime blocked the only exit, and charging at it in her current state would only get her killed. Then, as she lay there grasping for any possible solution, a memory clicked into place.
"Wait," she breathed. "I know this monster."
With a renewed sense of hope and determination burning bright within her heart, she suddenly sprang up off of the floor and charged directly towards the slime.
Despite being naked, bruised and battered from her earlier fall, she ran as fast as she could towards the creature.
A tendril snapped toward her the moment she approached. She barely twisted out of its path before spotting something strange within the slime: a white orb, small as a baseball, floating beneath the surface.
"Found you"
Without hesitation, she quickly reached down into the slime and grabbed hold of the stick that had been trapped inside. Once she had retrieved the stick, she immediately launched herself forward and delivered a powerful swing at the mysterious white orb floating inside the slime.
The force of the blow sent shockwaves rippling throughout the entire mass of the slime, causing it to convulse violently and begin to dissipate rapidly into thin air. In a matter of seconds, the entire slime monster was gone completely, leaving behind only a small puddle of slime residue on the floor.
Watching the last bits of the slime fade away, a surge of relief and happiness filling up inside her heart. Finally, she collapsed onto the cold stone floor. Before she could catch her breath, a blue rectangle appeared before her eyes.
[Congratulations. You have leveled up!]