Chapter 52: The small but strong man (01)

After the autumn of parting passes, the cold silence of winter follows.

During that time, many things happened, many connections were made, and something was lost, but time flowed impartially, bodies were strengthened, the density of mana circuits increased, and we continued to grow.

It's the start of the third year of the training program.

If the first year is for beginners and the second year for trainee knights, then from the third year it's a stage where one could rightly call oneself a knight anywhere.

Of course, it's not just the start of the third year, but upon completing the third-year curriculum, one receives knightly treatment elsewhere as well, proving that the level of education each year in the knight training course changes.

Previously, it was about building physical strength and wearing heavy armor, but now, instead of heavy training armor, we train in exoskeletons that can be used in actual combat.

It's not about training the sensation of wearing armor, but learning to integrate the mana circuits with the armor to use it, so though the armor plates are removed, it’s an equipment that stimulates the mana circuits continuously and consumes so much mana that one could collapse from exhaustion after a day.

"It's so hard I could die..."

The training period so far was just about consuming physical strength, so although one could get tired, resting would recover it, but the current exoskeleton training is different.

The exoskeleton is sucking the mana that transforms the source of life so much that after a while when the mana is depleted, it feels like even the soul is being sucked out; getting used to this sensation, we wore it for three days straight, and now that we've taken it off, my body’s mana is depleted to the point of muscle loss.

Of course, this time the training was a bit harsh, and if there's anything wrong with the body, one could stop at any time...

'These tough guys wouldn’t just quit.'

Eventually, after three days, 72 hours later, when the senior knight ordered us to take off the exoskeletons, these tough guys had been pretending to be fine and bluffing the whole time.

'Crazy guys... From what I know, the operational time of the magic armor should be about an hour at maximum activation, and it should not exceed 48 hours even in a long-term activation state...'

Of course, the exoskeleton had its armor plates removed, so it was less burdensome, but enduring 72 hours while sucking mana shows how tough these guys are.

"They're my peers, but really tough guys, aren't they?"

Boing boing.

I wanted to collapse and sleep as soon as I took off the exoskeleton, but Mollang had been starving for days and was so frail that I couldn’t just ignore her.

It seemed like my vitality was also reduced due to the depletion of mana, but I couldn’t let Mollang starve, so I had no choice but to try chewing on jerky.

The strength I had left was also thanks to those times when I had pushed my body to the limit and operated the mana circuits to the extreme.

'If only I could have endured this much back then... the outcome might have been different.'

It's useless to regret now.

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Boing boing.

It was Mollang’s first meal in three days, and she clung to my lower body, rubbing her cheeks against me and acting coquettishly, although it would be more efficient to eat jerky or other meats (indeed, pet slimes usually absorb raw meat directly into their bodies for nourishment), I don’t understand why she’s obsessed with my semen.

'Mollang is said to be different from ordinary slimes, but...'

After depleting the mana circuits, only my lower body was functioning enough to induce an erection, and from then on, it was all Mollang’s doing swiftly.

Over a year of consuming my semen, Mollang had grown from the size of a palm when I first picked her up to now overflowing even when held with both hands, which allowed her to transform into a more intricate and larger girl-like form.

Swoosh!

"Ah... it's cold..."

I've been feeding Mollang for a year, but I still can't get used to the feeling of her swallowing my semen.

Of course, that's because Mollang keeps integrating new techniques for efficient mating that she learns from somewhere.

Glug glug glug.

Perhaps because I lacked strength, Mollang was actively bouncing her waist, and while a woman with a physical body might find this stressful, Mollang, being a slime, seemed to enjoy the elasticity in her waist instead.

Mollang’s translucent body had already created intricate folds that held onto me, and it was fascinating how the shape of the folds changed each time, learning from somewhere.

'Is this shape a bit more stimulating this time?'

Knowing that I was weakened and more susceptible to stimulation, Mollang's interior structure had now transformed somewhat into a suction cup, clinging to the surface when it engulfed my dick, and as she moved her waist, the clinging suction cup would detach and bounce back in an interesting way.

'But this texture is intriguing, though it's sticking, is it really arousing?'

Bubbling.

The complex structure of Mollang’s vaginal walls now allowed air to enter, mixing with bubbles inside her, but this obscured the shape of my dick, making it appear more erotic...

Clatter, thud.

Initially, it was a somewhat stinging suction cup that detached, but now, as my pre-cum mixed with it to act as a lubricant, it could no longer stick as tightly, and only a slight suction sensation was transmitted in a moderately stimulating way.

'Was this intended too?'

As the mating section began to move smoothly, Mollang created legs up to her shins, transforming into an almost perfect human-like shape, and then started grinding on top of me.

Slap-slap.

Mollang’s body, being soft and squishy as a slime, caused her intentionally plump buttocks to deform when they touched my groin, and then recover its shape as it bounced up and down...

Not just her buttocks, but even the shapes of her lower abdomen and belly button changed with the impact, tightening even more around me until I had to send a signal of surrender.

"Seriously... it's hard to last even 10 minutes against Mollang."

After all, she had mastered specialized transformations for mating that didn’t rely on physical structures.

Gurgle...

Normally, Mollang’s red core would slide down from the center of her head, past her neck (at this point Mollang would gulp as if swallowing something, whether she was acting or really felt it), down her chest, and to her lower abdomen, positioning itself right in front of my glans.

By now, Mollang’s expression was all messed up, and if she had been a human, she would have already been drooling, and her leg movements, which had been flashy, were now seated on top of my dick, crouched and waiting for the meal I would give her.

"Really..."

Previously, she would have extracted semen whenever she wanted from me, but now, since she seems to think I like Shuru, she was acting like a submissive pet, waiting for my consent, and as a result, she wouldn’t extract without my permission.

Of course, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I had to ejaculate into Mollang...

'Maybe this time... let's try it once.'

When I touched Mollang’s plump abdomen, the resilient slime skin naturally caught on my fingers, but as I showed intent to slightly tear the skin and insert my hand inside, Mollang transformed her skin to accommodate my hand.

Of course, my hand didn't penetrate through the skin but was instead enveloped by the skin as it crumpled and entered her body, but anyhow, my hand was delving inside Mollang.

"Don't run away."

Mollang’s red core.

It was about the size of a thumb joint, surrounded by slightly thicker slime mucus, and had to be touched through the skin, so it felt about the size of a plum.

Shudder...

As her core was touched, Mollang began to shudder, and this core was essentially her true body.

Other parts of her viscous body could be grown, reduced, or transformed as needed, but not the core.

Thus, even ordinary pet slimes would react violently if one tried to touch their core, but Mollang, even though she was encased in her own skin, allowed me to touch her core directly.

'And though I can't touch with my hand...'

Pressing the core slightly downwards, I could feel the core touching my glans as it entered Mollang’s body.

Mollang was opening her body to accept it, and with my glans inside her skin, pressing the core against it felt like...

Shudder, shudder...!

It was as if she was electrocuted, Mollang started to tremble and the intricately formed girl-like body began to disintegrate slightly.

"Receive it directly. Got it?"

I wasn't sure if she understood or if she was losing consciousness due to the core being violated, but before Mollang's body completely vanished, I ejaculated towards her core.

Swooosh!

Until now, my penis had been tightly constricted, so when I ejaculated, the semen shot out with the force of water spraying from a tightly held hose, pushing Mollang’s core upwards.

Sliding down...

"Ah!"

Normally, Mollang would have absorbed all the semen and digested it herself, but since the semen was directly ejaculated onto her core this time, she could only maintain a girl-like form, and slime fluid flowed out from the gap in her lower half, wetting my pants.

'I hope... I haven't made a mistake?'

I was worried that damaging the core might have hurt Mollang as the fluid flowed out, so I quickly caught her with both hands, but Mollang showed no signs of injury or rampage, merely trickling out semen and her internal fluids.

"Could it be..."

Gently pressing on the bulging core above her belly, fluids and semen spurted out from Mollang’s transformed genital shape.

"Could it be gone?"

I had been using it for almost a year, but this was the first time I had brought Mollang to orgasm.

'So the core was her weakness?'

Although I had satisfied Mollang, I couldn't rest just yet, as there was still one more creature left for me.

"Nyaaang..."

Lately, Shuru, who had entered her mating season, was cautiously approaching, drawn by the scent of my semen, eyeing me like prey.