Forbidden Honeymoon: Reincarnated as a Slime, Yet I Can't Let Go of Her Fingers
Rimuru, a second-year high school student, is suddenly reincarnated as a slime.
He wakes up in a deep, dark dungeon room. His body is blue and translucent, with no limbs. He can't speak properly. Milene and Chloe, female adventurers who hunt monsters, find him.
They casually tame Rimuru as a 'cute slime.' As they travel together, Rimuru's role becomes not about fighting... but about what happens inside the tent at night. Milene and Chloe begin to unleash a sticky, possessive desire onto the sl
Forbidden Honeymoon: Reincarnated as a Slime, Yet I Can't Let Go of Her Fingers - Jelly Dawn — A Blue Life Awakens in the Darkness
Pitch black.
No sound. More precisely, there was the distant drip of water, but everything else was utterly silent. No wind, no voices, not even the sound of his own breath.
Rimuru was lost in confusion.
(Where am I? Why am I here?)
He tried to open his eyes, and realized he couldn't. No—before that, he didn't even know if he had eyelids at all. Only his consciousness floated there, suspended in the pitch-black void.
Terrifying. But the fact that he could feel terror meant he was still alive.
After a while, Rimuru began to search through his memories.
Second year of high school. His classmates' faces, his teacher's voice, tripping during gym class, the ice cream he ate after school, the smell of his mother's curry. Every single one of them came back as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. And yet—why he was in this place, how he had gotten here—the moment he tried to reach for those memories, it was like slamming into a solid black wall. He couldn't remember anything beyond it.
"H-hey..."
He tried to speak. But he had no mouth. No throat. By trembling some part of his body, he felt like he had barely managed to produce something, but it never became sound.
(I can't speak—)
That fact sent a chill deep into Rimuru's chest. Well, he wasn't even sure he had a chest, but regardless, his heart clenched tight.
How much time had passed?
As his consciousness grew a little clearer, he gradually began to understand the sensations of his own body. It was soft like jelly, quivering and trembling. No limbs, just a spherical shape.
(I've become a slime—)
Rimuru had played a few fantasy games back in high school. The weakest monster, a slime. That thing. Apparently, he had become that thing.
He could still feel the ghost of his human sensations lingering somewhere in his body, but when he tried to move, nothing responded. He couldn't reach out and touch anything. He couldn't embrace anyone. He couldn't cry for help.
Despair spread slowly through his entire being.
This dungeon—a place called the Labyrinth of Lamentations—was an ancient ruin sprawling beneath the Great Fault Mountains. Rimuru would only learn that later. For now, he simply lay trembling on the cold, hard stone floor, not even knowing what he was anymore.
From the walls, a pale blue-white light seeped out. It wavered like mist, and in this world, it was called magicules. It saturated the dungeon, serving as sustenance for the monsters within. As Rimuru watched it, something occurred to him.
(Is this light... being absorbed into my body?)
Looking closely, whenever the pale light touched his jelly-like form, it melted into him and vanished. Then, inside his body, the light gathered and coalesced into tiny golden points of radiance.
Rimuru decided to try something. He pictured this place in his mind—the darkness, the stone floor, the distant sound of water, the cold air—and pulled the wall's light into his body along with that information. The image of absorbing it all together.
The golden points of light glowed just a little brighter.
(I can remember...!)
Even in a slime's body, he could still form memories. His memory from his high school days was still alive inside this form. Just knowing that made Rimuru feel a little bit saved.
He hadn't completely stopped being human. He was still himself.
That thought was the first light in the darkness.
But—that relief didn't last long.
Some time passed, and night must have fallen outside the dungeon. He had no sense of time whatsoever, but a change occurred in Rimuru's body.
From somewhere far away, the presence of something warm reached him.
(What is this...)
It was body heat. The warmth of a living creature, pulled toward him as if by invisible threads, reaching his body as a faint heat. And his body was trying to move toward that warmth on its own.
It wasn't a conscious desire. It was instinct.
(Stop it. Don't go—)
Rimuru desperately tried to suppress the impulse. But his body wouldn't listen, slowly oozing in that direction as if seeping through the air. He wanted to touch something warm. He wanted to feel someone's body heat. His instincts as a slime were steadily, inexorably eroding his reason.
(I'm human. With a monstrous body like this, approaching someone—I have no right...)
No right at all. As if trying to convince himself, Rimuru desperately fought to still his trembling body. But the trembling wouldn't stop. If anything, as the warm presence drew closer, his entire form began to quiver in small, undulating waves.
Fear and anticipation mingled together.
He wanted to touch someone's warmth. But if he did, he didn't know what he might do. That instinct clashed head-on with the reason of the high school student Rimuru had been, tangling into a chaotic mess.
This conflict was Rimuru's first deep agony.
After a while, sounds began to reach him.
Clack. Clack.
The sound of metal boots striking the stone floor. Two sets of footsteps. And then, from the distance, the laughter of young women echoed through the passage.
"Honestly, Chloe, you're so dramatic!"
"But it's true. Mirene, you were talking in your sleep again yesterday, saying 'We have to gather more slime jelly.'"
"Wait, no way!"
Their laughing voices reverberated through the dungeon corridor.
Rimuru's trembling grew stronger. He could see the pale light of a lantern flickering in the distance. The light was gradually drawing closer. Along with it, the presence of body heat intensified.
(Someone's coming—)
Rimuru's instincts tried to push his body toward that light, toward that warmth. His entire being wanted to go there so badly that reason could no longer hold it back.
Terrifying.
But—a small part of him was hoping.
(Someone, find me.)
Pouring a voiceless wish into the darkness, Rimuru continued to tremble. His body, like an insect drawn to light, began to slowly seep toward the lantern.
Without words, without a voice, just a translucent blue slime—Rimuru's new life was slowly beginning to stir.
The lantern's light was about to illuminate the passage right before him.
In his heart, Rimuru whispered the name he had when he was human.
In his previous life, he had been called Taro Tanaka, just an ordinary second-year high school student.
Now, he was a slime named Rimuru in another world.
Suspended between those two names, Rimuru sensed that something was about to begin.
He didn't know what would happen. But this was the start of his new life.
The moment he thought that, the lantern's light poured in from around the corner of the passage.
Rimuru's body trembled, harder than ever before.
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