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 - Golden Dawn — With hands no longer made of jelly
The wind had stilled over the campsite at dusk.
Inside the tent, Mirene sat hugging her knees, her gaze fixed on the blue jelly resting in her palm — Rimuru. One night had passed since the uproar at the guild. Ema's voice, saying "I'll come again tomorrow," still lingered in her ears. But what weighed heavier on her chest was Chloe's absence.
Since that dawn, she had not returned.
" ...You idiot."
Her voice was hoarse, as if she were telling herself. The stigma crest on the back of her right hand flickered faintly red, responding to her emotions. Rimuru, on her palm, felt her warmth and her pain, the golden points of light within his body swaying quietly.
*(Chloe... still hasn't come back.)*
His jelly-like form trembled, ever so slightly.
That was when it happened.
The cloth at the tent's entrance was struck roughly from outside.
Mirene's shoulders jumped. Still cradling Rimuru against her chest, she rose and reached for the entrance.
" ...Chlo...e...?"
The one standing there was indeed Chloe.
But — her figure was grievously wounded. The leather armor on her right shoulder was torn, the fabric beneath black and stiff with dried blood. Trails of dried blood ran through the hair plastered to her forehead. She dragged her left knee, her weight resting on her right leg just to stand.
Her silver hair was rough with sweat and dust, its knot undone and falling in disarray over her shoulders. A shallow scrape marked her cheek.
Yet — Chloe's deep, lake-blue eyes gazed straight at Mirene. There was no hesitation in them.
" ...I'm back."
Her voice was frayed, as if it might tear apart in the back of her throat. With a trembling hand, she reached into her breast pocket and carefully drew out a wrapped object.
The hemp cloth fell open, and what appeared within was —
A crystal the size of a palm. A silver liquid was sealed inside it, glowing faintly as if breathing. Each time the light pulsed, the air inside the tent quivered slightly.
" This... I found it on the third stratum of the Labyrinth of Lament. Alone."
Mirene's expression changed. Her amber eyes widened, darting back and forth between the crystal and Chloe.
" The third stratum... are you insane? That area is dangerous even for two people. Going in alone —"
" The Primordial Droplet. The liquid inside this crystal... it might have the power to return a slime to human form."
Cutting off Mirene's words, Chloe spoke quietly. Her fingers trembled each time she gripped the crystal. The exhaustion and the pain of her wounds reached even Rimuru through her body heat.
Rimuru —
*(Return... to being human?)*
The golden points of light inside him wavered more intensely than ever before. For his sake, Chloe had delved into the dungeon alone for three whole days. Ever since that night when she was called useless, she had carried that wound alone and pressed on through the darkness.
Chloe held the crystal out toward Rimuru.
" With this... you might be able to speak. You might be able to return to your original body."
In Mirene's arms, Rimuru's jelly form shuddered violently.
Night's curtain fell, and all four gathered inside the tent.
Ema, who had come from the guild to check on them, joined, and the air condensed within the cramped tent. Today, Ema had tied her twintails with pale blue ribbons, and her large green eyes were perfectly round as she stared at the crystal.
Chloe sat on the floor, continuing her explanation as she wound bandages around herself. Her voice was weary, but each word was sharp and clear.
" It was written in an old text. The Primordial Droplet is a medium — it reconstructs the body, using a portion of the user's memories as the price. It pulls a slime's body back to its original form..."
" Using memories as the price... what does that mean?"
Mirene's voice trembled.
Chloe lowered her eyes. The silver light of the crystal illuminated the beauty mark beneath her eye.
" In Rimuru's case... his memories from after he became a slime. All the time he spent with us... there's a possibility it could vanish."
The air inside the tent stopped.
" I absolutely won't let him use it."
Mirene stood up as if kicking her chair aside. Her long crimson hair swayed, and her amber eyes burned with anger and terror.
" You think I keep him close because he knows my secrets, don't you? That's wrong... that's not it."
Her voice caught, and she clenched her fist. The stigma crest blazed, and the surrounding temperature rose perceptibly.
" If he returns to being human and forgets me... I won't be able to tell my true feelings to anyone anymore. Not to you, not to anyone."
Chloe raised her face and looked straight at Mirene.
" That's not for his sake. You just don't want to be hurt."
" ...What did you say?"
" I want Rimuru to talk to me. Like that night when he listened to my story — this time, I want a reply, in Rimuru's own voice."
Chloe hugged her own knees, stifling her voice. Her silver hair trembled, and the pin in her bangs caught the light faintly.
Ema quietly opened her mouth. Her usual bouncing brightness was absent.
" ...I'd like to see that slime laughing in a human body."
The two turned. Ema clasped her hands on her knees, touching her star-shaped earring as she spoke.
" I know I'm being selfish. I've never even had a proper conversation with him yet. But... when I looked into those eyes, I thought: this child deserves to be freer."
On the floor, Rimuru's jelly body quivered faintly.
The voices of the three flowed into his body. Chloe's wish. Ema's purity. And Mirene's affection, twisted into a different shape.
*(An answer I can choose — without hurting anyone...)*
*(There isn't one.)*
The golden points of light blurred darkly.
The night deepened. After a deadlocked argument, they reached a compromise through Chloe's proposal: they would give Rimuru one night's reprieve.
Ema said, "I'll come again in the morning," and returned to the inn. Chloe, too, succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep. Only Mirene and Rimuru remained in the tent.
The lantern's flame died, and darkness alone enveloped them.
Mirene gently placed Rimuru on her palm. Then, as always, she drew him to her chest. But the way she held him tonight was different. It wasn't the heat of possessiveness — a desperate, clinging urgency seeped from every edge of her body heat.
" ...I'm scared."
Her voice was trembling.
" I'm scared that if you become human, you'll have no reason to stay by my side. I'm scared you'll forget all my secrets."
Rimuru did not move. He simply felt the beat of her heart against her chest. Hot. And trembling.
Mirene pressed Rimuru even deeper against her chest. Through her clothes, the heat of her skin soaked directly into the jelly.
" When I feel your warmth, I know I'm not alone. Inside you, Chloe is there, and Ema too. I hated that — but I was happy about it too. I never understood it, all this time."
Rimuru's slime instincts melted completely into Mirene's body heat and heartbeat. Independent of his will, the surface of the jelly adhered perfectly to her chest.
At that sensation, Mirene closed her eyes.
" Even if you become human... you don't have to choose me."
The moment she finished speaking, her body trembled. As if surprised even at herself, her palm enveloped Rimuru.
Rimuru —
*(This person just said, for the first time, "it's okay to let go.")*
The golden points of light inside him began to glow deeply, quietly. They were trying to etch every single word of Mirene's emotion in this very moment, without missing a single one.
And then, for the first time in his existence, Rimuru asked himself:
*(Which me — the me from when I was human, or the slime I am now — wants to be beside this person?)*
The answer had not yet come.
Before dawn — as the sky began to pale.
Chloe awoke, and Ema returned from the inn. The three gathered in the tent, and no one spoke.
Chloe placed the crystal before Rimuru. The Primordial Droplet gleamed dully in the faint light before daybreak.
On the floor, Rimuru began to slowly move his jelly body toward the crystal.
Mirene held her breath. Chloe bit her lip. Ema laced her fingers together as if in prayer.
*(Even if — my memories disappear with this...)*
*(I want to remember the three of them.)*
The moment he tried to touch it —
The golden points of light inside Rimuru blazed explosively.
Dazzling light overflowed from within his jelly body. The outer edges of the blue jelly shuddered violently and began to change shape. The outline stretched, tightened, trying to take human form.
" ...He hasn't touched the relic."
Chloe lost her voice.
The crystal still lay on the floor. And yet — Rimuru's body was reconstructing itself, using only the light exploding from within. The points of light ran wild, rewriting his slime body from zero.
Translucent blue skin. Unstable finger shapes. His entire body still retained the texture of jelly, yet it unmistakably possessed a human outline.
Rimuru, for the first time —
Obtained "hands" he could move by his own will.
They were still incomplete. The shape of the fingers was unstable, the outline wavering. But they were, without a doubt, hands meant to touch someone.
Slowly — Rimuru extended that hand toward Mirene's cheek.
He touched her.
It wasn't jelly. It wasn't cold. The sensation of a human hand, carrying a faint warmth.
Tears streamed from Mirene's eyes, wetting Rimuru's fingers.
" ...You... your hand..."
A sob that couldn't form words. She pressed his hand against her own cheek and wept, her shoulders shaking.
Chloe smiled softly and hugged her knees. The beauty mark beneath her right eye glimmered faintly in the light of dawn.
" ...Thank goodness."
Ema pursed her lips into a pout, mouthing the word "unfair" with her lips alone. But her eyes were wet with tears.
Rimuru still had no words.
Yet within the points of light, he felt that the warmth, tears, and voices of the three were all etched into him. Mirene's trembling "it's okay to let go." Chloe's wish for "a reply." Ema's pure belief that he "deserves to be free."
With his jelly hand still pressed against Mirene's cheek —
Rimuru stood in the golden light of dawn.
His body was still translucent, his outline unstable. The relic, the Primordial Droplet, lay untouched on the floor, never once used. But evolution had certainly begun.
He still could not speak. Even so, through his own hand, Rimuru was able, for the first time, to return an equal touch to Mirene.
The emotions of the three women remained entirely unresolved.
But night had broken.
The morning sun, filtering through the fabric of the tent, dyed his blue, translucent body gold. Outside the campsite, a single small bird began to sing quietly, announcing the morning.
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