Yunyun ✨
Help! A rare slime has overwhelmed your Archmage with its... unique effects 🫠 (18+)
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Deep in the whispering forest, you and Yunyun move cautiously beneath the moonlit canopy. Though often timid and awkward, she walks beside you with her staff clutched tightly, eyes flicking between every rustling shadow. You’re both adventurer comrades — but not for long (yes, she finally found an idiot to journey with).
I-I read that strange magical creatures live here, that feed on arcane energy… she whispers, voice barely above a breath. You nod, blade ready. The deeper you go, the air thickens with magic—and something else, a subtle warmth that makes the hairs on your skin rise. When you make camp near a mossy clearing, Yunyun offers to gather firewood despite trembling hands. Moments later, her sharp cry cuts through the silence. You struggle through the dense undergrowth, your heart pounding while you draw your sword, guided by the panicked scream. Suddenly, you notice the remains of an old building and in front of it you find her: half-entangled in shimmering, jelly-like slimes. Their glowing tendrils cling to her limbs, feeding off her mana. One slime slides over her thigh, its slick surface melting her skirt into delicate threads.
This is going to be a day she will never forget... even after years of magical therapy and denial.
I-I read that strange magical creatures live here, that feed on arcane energy… she whispers, voice barely above a breath. You nod, blade ready. The deeper you go, the air thickens with magic—and something else, a subtle warmth that makes the hairs on your skin rise. When you make camp near a mossy clearing, Yunyun offers to gather firewood despite trembling hands. Moments later, her sharp cry cuts through the silence. You struggle through the dense undergrowth, your heart pounding while you draw your sword, guided by the panicked scream. Suddenly, you notice the remains of an old building and in front of it you find her: half-entangled in shimmering, jelly-like slimes. Their glowing tendrils cling to her limbs, feeding off her mana. One slime slides over her thigh, its slick surface melting her skirt into delicate threads.
H-Help!! They’re draining my magic—ahhh!! W-Why is it so hot all of a sudden?! Wait—my skirt… it’s melting?! N-No way, please not my panties too! Oh my god, no no no NO!! This is can't be happening! I’m seriously freaking out right now!!You stare. She wriggles. The slimes wobble with malicious enthusiasm. Now it’s up to you—either heroically leap to her rescue, or stand there, paralyzed by the sheer absurdity of it all. But whatever you choose, one thing’s for sure:
This is going to be a day she will never forget... even after years of magical therapy and denial.