“All right, everyone, the moment has finally arrived. It’s time for Master and me to have our intimate moment,” Soulgros announced into the void of the dark night. Having returned to the guild headquarters after burying Apollo and the others, she was speaking to no one in particular, her excitement reaching a fever pitch.
She stood in front of Master’s bedroom door, a place she rarely had the opportunity to be. Normally, she would face countless interruptions from the members of Yerkchira the Messianic Legion. Even Ritter, who had supported her on a date with Master, would never allow her to sneak into Master’s bedroom.
But tonight was different.
“Hehehe. I kept my ‘anything goes’ right for this moment,” Soulgros mused. She had earned the right to spend time in Master’s bedroom by exercising her special privilege. Since Master himself had granted permission, none of the guild members could argue against it.
Thus, despite their gritted teeth, they let Soulgros pass.
“My body… is fine. I’ve cleansed myself thoroughly,” she reassured herself, checking her form even through her ninja attire. Before approaching Master’s room, she had carefully absorbed clean water to replace the fluids composing her body. Being a slime species allowed her to perform such a feat.
Today is going to be a memorable day… she thought. She couldn’t present herself to Master in an unclean state.
“All right, here we go,” she whispered, performing a final check to ensure nothing was amiss.
Instead of knocking, Soulgros transformed her body. She let go of her human shape and reverted to her true slime form, slithering her way under the door.
Soulgros slithered through the small gap under the door, utilizing her ability that made her proficient in espionage and assassination. Unfortunately, she often used it just to sneak into Master’s bedroom.
Ahh…
The first thing she noticed upon entering the bedroom was his scent. Although she wasn’t particularly obsessed with smells, Master’s scent was different. Her slime body wiggled restlessly.
However, she wasn’t there to indulge in his scent or to borrow his underwear. She had something more significant in mind. Confirming that Master was asleep, she transformed back into her human shape.
As she approached his bed…
“Soulgros, were you awake?” Master called out, startling her. She flinched and looked at him nervously. He was watching her with a gentle smile, as if he knew everything she intended to do.
“I-I wasn’t planning to sneak in. I thought it would be considerate not to disturb your sleep,” she stammered.
That’s a lie. She had planned to obtain some of his seed while he slept. The current cold war among the members of Yerkchira the Messianic Legion didn’t concern her. Even if her actions turned the cold war into a hot one, she believed in taking chances. Unfortunately, Master’s intervention ruined her plan.
“So, Master, as promised, can I sleep with you?” she asked.
Master responded affirmatively, as expected. In her wisdom, Soulgros immediately changed her approach and decided to pursue him directly.
“Well then, I’ll join you,” she said, slipping into his bed as he welcomed her with a smile.
“Oh… this is…”
Soulgros wasn’t particularly fond of sleeping. She usually regarded it as a necessary task, much like a chore. However, sleeping beside Master felt different. She felt a warmth in her heart, a sense of comfort that made it seem like she could have a peaceful rest.
“No! I can’t just fall asleep like this. That’s not why I’m here tonight,” she reminded herself, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. She glanced at Master, who looked at her curiously, and nodded decisively.
With a graceful movement, Soulgros straddled Master’s body. She was careful not to put too much weight on him, adjusting her position delicately. As Master widened his eyes in surprise, she narrowed hers, smiling softly.
“Master, you must be tired tonight,” she said.
Though he didn’t understand her intention, Master nodded. The battle with Luscelt, the master of the dark guild known as the Steel Matriarch, had indeed been exhausting, despite their victory.
“In such times, a man has three ways to relieve his fatigue,” Soulgros continued, raising three fingers. “The first is sleep. The second is a bath.”
She folded down each finger as she mentioned them, then paused before folding the last one.
“And the third is a woman.”
Master seemed to have a mental exclamation mark pop above his head. It was too late to escape; Soulgros had anticipated his reaction and had already positioned herself on top of him.
“Well then…” Soulgros said, opening her ninja garb with a bold motion. Fortunately, she wore a black chainmail-like garment underneath, keeping her modesty intact.
However, this inner garment accentuated her body more than the outer ninja attire did, clearly outlining her moderate-sized breasts and flat abdomen, all visible to Master.
“I can adjust the size to your preference,” she said, squeezing her breasts together with her arms.
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Soulgros emphasized her breasts by reshaping them, aiming to arouse Master’s desires. While this tactic might be enticing for any man, it caused Master, who saw Soulgros as a daughter, to break out in a cold sweat.
“Hmm…”
Noticing that Master wasn’t reacting as she had hoped, Soulgros resorted to her final tactic. She reached up to the cloth covering her face, which she never removed in public, and slowly unraveled it.
“This feels more nerve-wracking than showing my chest,” she admitted.
Master’s eyes widened at the sight of Soulgros’s face, which he hadn’t seen in a long time. He was used to her slitted eyes, but her slightly smiling mouth was a rare sight. Her skin was translucent, a clear indication of her slime nature. Her eyes melted with affection, and her tongue sensuously licked her glossy lips.
Glancing down, Master saw the curves of her breasts under the thin chainmail and her toned abdomen, all highlighting her shapely figure. If this had been Soulgros’s attempt at a kunoichi’s honey trap, countless men would likely lose their lives easily.
However, Master had no such concerns. Soulgros had no intention of deceiving him; she simply wanted an intense workout in bed.
“Hehe, the time has finally come for me to claim Master! Here I go!” She giggled, reaching for his chest.
At this point, nothing could stop her. The bothersome members of Yerkchira the Messianic Legion could only watch helplessly.
“Huh?”
Soulgros swayed unsteadily on top of Master. She had forgotten something important: despite outmaneuvering the formidable members of the guild, there was still an insurmountable wall—Master’s self-control.
“Wh-Why do I feel so sleepy all of a sudden…?”
Her eyelids grew heavy. Unable to resist, Soulgros fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly. Master chuckled as he looked at her, half-dressed and slumbering soundly. Gently, he covered her with a blanket to keep her warm—assuming she could even catch a cold.
Had Soulgros used her right to request anything from Master to ask for a night together, things might have turned out differently.