Chapter 73: The Evolved Slime

Original: Chapter 73: The Evolved Slime

“Is there something? Miss Himeka, what is it?”

“It’s a Slime. Look, look, over there—”

Miss Himeka points upward. Looking over, I see a Slime perched on a tree branch. It stares vacantly into space with a soft, unfocused expression.

“It really is. It’s a bit larger than a normal Slime…”

“Slimes in the Red Zone are usually a bit bigger.”

It feels about one or two sizes larger. But aside from its size, its shape is no different from a normal Slime.

“And its color is pink.”

“Yep. Pink ones are the naughty kind.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a naughty Slime.”

“Naughty as in… that kind of naughty?”

“Yeah, yeah, that kind of naughty.”

I meet Miss Himeka’s eyes. She shows me a cheerful smile. That smile is so overwhelmingly beautiful that I cover my mouth and squirm internally, feeling all flustered.

“Oh? Do you like naughty things, Little Sayuki?”

“N-no, I absolutely do not.”

“But you look really happy?”

“That’s a complete misunderstanding.”

“Ah—could it be you’re imagining my service scenes too?”

I end up imagining Miss Himeka’s service scenes in my head. I bet they’d have much higher artistic value than anything involving someone like me.

“Little Sayuki, you’re making a face that looks like you really, really want to see something?”

“I-I am not! So, ultimately, what does that Slime do?”

“Ahahaha, you’re flustered— Little Sayuki, so cuuute. That Pink Slime, you see, is a naughty Slime that melts only your clothes.”

“…Huh?”

“It melts everything, including your underwear. See? Naughty, right?”

“That’s too naughty.”

To think such a terrifying Slime existed in this world. Who on earth benefits from this? The Dungeon God, perhaps?

Does the Dungeon God want to see Adventurers with their clothes melted off, their faces bright red with embarrassment? What a fine hobby, I think. I absolutely will not fall victim to it—

“But, Miss Himeka. The Slime evolved and gained the power to melt clothes, but how does it survive the competition for survival in this Red Zone with that?”

“According to the ecological observations on the Strategy Site, it said that Pink Slimes basically only fight humans. Since they’d lose if they fought Monsters, it seems they hide somewhere like that and stay quiet.”

“I see. So they don’t fight anything other than humans. Meaning that Slime’s strategy is to melt a human’s clothes and then defeat them while they’re weakened from embarrassment?”

“Yeah, well, that’s about it. But, in the end, it’s still just a Slime—”

Miss Himeka approaches the tree trunk where the Slime is. She stares at the trunk from what seems like a good distance.

Wondering what she’s about to do, I see Miss Himeka thrust out her beautiful leg powerfully and kick the tree trunk with all her might.

A loud THUD echoes.

Her skirt sways dramatically. I end up getting a full view of Miss Himeka’s beautiful thighs.

The trunk and branches shake violently. With this much shaking, any creature on the tree must be having a terrible time.

“It’s the same tactic as shaking off beetles.”

“Yeah. Well, I’ve never actually seen a beetle fall, though…”

“Me neither…”

It brings back memories. When I was little, the neighborhood boys would shake trees desperately. But neither beetles nor stag beetles ever fell.

Well, it was a tree in a park in a residential area. Cool bugs probably didn’t live there in the first place.

Ah, along with a shower of leaves, the Pink Slime plops down. It looks up at Miss Himeka with a “What’s the big idea?” face.

“Now, which one’s the naughty one~”

Miss Himeka says cheerfully as she approaches the Pink Slime. Then she raises one leg high.

The Pink Slime looks up at that leg with a despairing expression. Ah, its eyes dart around, and it steals a peek inside Miss Himeka’s skirt. I hope its final sight was a beautiful one—

“Hyah!”

Stomped on by Miss Himeka, the Pink Slime perishes. And happily, it drops a Mana Gemstone.

“In the end, it’s just a Slime. Even after Evolution, that’s all it amounts to. It might have a bit more bounce, but still…”

“It’s so pathetically weak it’s almost sad…”

“That’s right… I don’t think there’s anyone in this world who’d actually get their clothes melted by this Slime.”

“That person would definitely be a pervert who wants to get undressed.”

“Ahaha, maybe. You and I are absolutely safe.”

“Yes, no doubt about it.”

We exchange smiles. There’s no way either of us would fall victim to this Slime.

“So, Slimes in the Red Zone are like this, so as long as there isn’t a mass outbreak, you don’t need to be too wary. Rest easy.”

“All Slimes? Does that mean there are other colored Slimes too?”

“Yep. Red ones breathe fire, purple ones spit poison, and white ones freeze you. There really are all sorts.”

“But are they all pathetically weak?”

“Yeah. That’s what makes them Slimes.”

I think a little about the Pink Slime from earlier.

It was definitely weak. But even if it was weak, isn’t it a worthy end to die while peeking inside Miss Himeka’s skirt and being stomped on by her noble foot?

No, but, thinking that way… I start to feel a little sorry for the Slimes that die getting stomped by me in my daily life… If you’re going to die anyway, you’d want to die being stomped by a beautiful person, right?