Chapter 86: Side Story - The Slime and the Knot Hole

It was something that happened about two years ago.

At the time, the season was shifting from winter to early spring. The farmland assigned to us had entered a fallow period, leaving us in a limbo before receiving our next plot of land.

During this idle period, we spent our days roaming the mountains, catching slimes, and selling them to magicians.

When I first started selling slimes, the price was an impressive 100 gold per slime. But for some reason, the market value suddenly plummeted, and they were barely worth 5 gold each—practically worthless.

Still, what could I do? During the fallow period, with no farming to occupy us, there wasn’t much else to do. Besides, if I could catch a few slimes while gathering firewood, the extra income was enough to afford a drink or two.

As winter dragged on, there were no branches left to collect near the village. Left with no other choice, I ventured into the forest near the knights’ training grounds—a place we’d been warned not to enter.

The trees in this forest were dead year-round, though I couldn’t say what the knights did to them. The sight made the old saying, "Nothing grows where the army treads," feel painfully real.

Burning these trees for firewood emitted a strange, unpleasant scent like night-blooming flowers, but with no other options, I resigned myself to using them. I was breaking branches when the thought crossed my mind.

Getting caught cutting down trees here could mean being hauled off by the knights, but that only happened with respectable knight orders, didn’t it?

The mage knights were notorious in our village as a completely ruined order. All that remained were thugs masquerading as knights, the dregs of society.

"Would they really dare to mess with me?" I thought.

I was nearly two heads taller than most of my peers, with shoulders almost twice as broad. People compared me to the ogres of old tales, who supposedly devoured men. Could such lousy knights even think of challenging someone like me?

“Phew…”

The branches were so dry that I didn’t even need my hand axe to collect them. In less than 30 minutes, my basket was full of dark, brittle branches.

"This should last a few days," I muttered.

While it wouldn’t even last a day in winter, during this warmer period, I only needed firewood for cooking. Satisfied with my haul, I turned my attention to catching slimes for tonight’s drinking money.

Rustle.

“Huh? Footsteps?”

This area was deserted, and anyone caught gathering wood here risked being reported and extorted by the guards. I quickly hid myself.

“Is it a knight?”

The person who emerged from a broken-down house wasn’t what I expected. He was a young man with broad shoulders and a muscular build, but he was shorter and less bulky than me. He didn’t seem particularly strong.

A strange piece of metal dangled from his waist, and he carried a thick bag slung over his side.

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“Not a knight, then.”

From what I’d heard, knights wore armor so tough it could repel any monster. They moved faster than horses and could slice through boulders with a single swing of their swords. This guy had no armor or sword and looked more like a petty thug.

“He’s not a woodcutter, and judging by his physique, not a farmer either. What’s he doing up here in the mountains?”

To make matters worse, he wasn’t even using the proper trails we had forged. Instead, he wandered aimlessly, taking odd paths.

“Is he one of those idiots from the capital? Heard they’re into health trends, gathering their own mushrooms and whatnot.”

I recalled hearing stories of clueless city folk picking random mushrooms in the mountains, only to end up in the temple seeking treatment. This guy seemed like one of them.

“Not that I have time to worry about him. I’ve got my own problems…”

For a farmer like me, relieving pent-up frustration meant one of three things: paying a hefty sum to sleep with a prostitute at an inn after harvest, saving up for a dowry to get married, or simply jerking off.

To even think about buying a drink or spending a night with a woman, I had to hustle during the fallow season, catching slimes to sell. There was no time to waste.

Still, the way his bag bulged and twitched unnerved me. I tried to dismiss it as none of my business and focused on catching slimes that were dissolving fallen leaves nearby.

“What’s in that bag? Slimes?”

The way his bag writhed reminded me of the slimes squirming in my leather pouch.

Inside the bag, the movements were too squishy and fluid for there to be just a small animal; it must have been a slime...

Why on earth would someone carry a slime in their bag?

"Shhh..."

Being someone who couldn't contain his curiosity, I followed that guy sneakily.

People with good instincts usually notice when someone is following them, but this guy seemed particularly oblivious, not noticing me at all.

'It's definitely suspicious... What is he up to in such a secluded place?'

Not long ago, there was a commotion when a woman's body was found near our village, but the incompetent guards dismissed it, saying it was something non-human, a Homuncleitoris or something, and didn't even bother to investigate.

I missed it because I was late catching slimes, but I heard she was a beauty unseen before in our village, with skin that hadn't seen sunlight, looking pale and emitting a sweet fragrance...

'Damn it! I don't even have a woman to screw, and he dares to kill a young and beautiful one?'

Moreover, after the guards casually covered up the incident, my distrust only grew when I saw this guy sneak into a secret spot with that suspicious bag.

If this bastard was a murderer or a criminal, I was ready to smash him with my hatchet as I closely followed him until he stopped in front of a large tree.

'What... is he doing?'

He took out a slime from his bag.

Holding a chilly slime, he muttered something in front of the tree. Was he just another guy who collected slimes to sell? I felt a sense of futility.

'I wasted my time. But why is he taking it out here? It should be kept in a leather pouch to prevent escape...'

Then, I witnessed a scene that turned the world upside down.

This crazy bastard suddenly shoved the slime into a knothole in the tree.

And then, he unzipped his pants and began to thrust in front of the tree.

'Ha... This guy is insane?'

Although I'm starving for a woman and jack off every night, I burst into laughter thinking how pent up one must be to do this...

After watching the guy fuck the knothole with the slime in it for 30 minutes, he eventually packed up the slime and left.

I checked the knothole he had vigorously used, and it was still warm inside, but there were no traces of the slime or him, at least he cleaned up after himself.

'The pervert has some conscience, at least.'

I chuckled to myself, touching the still-warm knothole when, as if blessed by the heavens, I found a red slime dissolving leaves and bugs on the ground.

'How good must it feel to do that?'

Seeing a slime that perfectly fit into the knothole, I hesitated, torn between my human dignity and curiosity about what that pervert had enjoyed.

'Recently I've been pent up anyway...'

Rather than just thinking about the occasional whore at the inn or the next-door neighbor while jerking off, I wanted to grab something and fuck it, and once my curiosity piqued, I couldn't hold back and finally shoved the slime into the knothole.

"Ugh... Why is this knothole so tight? Did that guy use a smaller one earlier?"

At first, I thought the slime would easily fit, but whether it was slightly bigger than the hole or the slime was resisting, it wouldn't go in, so I used the handle of my hatchet to force it in.

"How dare you resist a human, you mere slime?"

As I forcefully pushed the wriggling slime into the knothole, some of it oozed out and tightly sealed the entrance.

The sight reminded me of a woman's pussy, and instantly, my dick was throbbing, so I hastily dropped my pants, grabbed my dick with my right hand, and thrust into the knothole.

'How good must it have felt for him to last 30 minutes? I can barely manage 3...'

I'm big, and so is my dick, but the whore at the inn says it's too soft and lacks firmness, blaming her loose pussy on a healthy man's dick.

Swoosh.

"Oh...!"

This was a completely different sensation. Encased by the slime, there was no risk of my dick getting scratched in the knothole.

Closing my eyes and imagining a woman while masturbating felt infinitely better, and I could understand why that guy had snuck here to jack off with the slime.

Initially resistant, the slime gradually became slicker, easily accommodating my dick, making me think it could even turn slime into a female.

That's when I realized it!

I could never be satisfied with ordinary women again...

"Ugh, ugh, ugh! Here it comes!!"

In less than the usual 3 minutes, I came inside the slime, feeling my thick semen flow into the slime and knothole.

"Ah... That felt good."

Still feeling the semen trickling out, I pulled my dick out of the knothole and took a brief rest, thinking about going for another round.

"Oh... My dick... My dick?!"

While enjoying the slick feeling of the slime on my dick, I hadn't noticed my skin melting away, turning into a mix of blood and mucus.

"Ghaaaaaaa!!"

Fortunately, since the insertion was brief, I managed to avoid becoming impotent by just wrapping my dick with bandages and applying herbs. However, I never looked at slimes the same way again.

But I had already realized.

How wonderfully a slime could please a man.

Someday... I might fall for the temptation of slimes again.

Those damnably tantalizing and obscenely seductive creatures.