NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 108: Is that a jello?

Chapter 108: Is that a jello?

The path dipped slightly, crunching under Allen’s boots. The trees around them swayed gently, sunlight streaming through the canopy in dappled gold. Birds chirped lazily, a breeze tickled the leaves. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Allen slowed his pace. Something felt... off.

He stopped walking, raising a hand.

Fina and Rinni froze beside him.

"...You feel that?" Allen muttered.

Fina sniffed the air. "Mmm. Yeah. Something’s watching."

Rinni clung to Allen’s arm. "From where...?"

Then Allen saw it.

Half-tucked behind a mossy stump, barely noticeable in the sunlight, was a small, rounded... blob.

It looked like a scoop of wet yogurt had tried to cosplay as a spirit. Smooth, pale white, and glistening faintly in the light, the thing was no bigger than a melon. It didn’t have eyes, or a face, or anything resembling a mouth—but it wobbled slightly, like it was breathing. Or thinking.

"...What the fuck," Allen said flatly.

Rinni gasped. "I-Is that... a slime?"

Fina’s eyes went wide. "A white slime."

The blob made a tiny, wet bloop.

Allen raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be rare, or are you just saying that because it looks like cum with stage fright?"

Fina laughed, then leaned in toward the blob with a curious expression. "White slimes are super rare. They’re shy. Skittish. Some beastkin think they’re spirits in disguise. They usually run away the second someone spots them."

Allen stared.

The slime stared back. Or... well. Wiggled back.

It blooped again. A little louder this time.

And then it started to move.

Toward him.

Rinni squeaked. "I-It’s following you!"

Allen blinked. "It’s what?"

The blob slid forward with a soft shlorp, its squishy little body leaving a faint trail of glistening goo behind it.

Allen took one step back.

The blob took one forward.

He stepped to the side.

It adjusted and followed again.

"...Oh for fuck’s sake," Allen muttered.

Fina bit her lip, trying not to burst into laughter. "Awwww... it likes you~!"

"No," Allen said immediately. "No it doesn’t. It’s probably trying to size me up to crawl into my dickhole."

The blob wobbled like it disagreed.

Fina crouched down and tapped the ground. "Hey little guy~ You’re not gonna go inside our friend’s peepee, are you?"

The slime blooped a third time. Firm. Proud.

Allen threw up his hands. "That sounded like a yes!"

Rinni peeked nervously from behind him. "But... white slimes don’t approach people. Like ever. Why’s it following you, Allen?"

Fina smirked. "Because he smells like girlcum and authority?"

Allen made a face. "I hate how accurate that might be."

The slime didn’t care. It simply kept jiggling its way forward, slow and persistent, like a particularly clingy marshmallow possessed by curiosity.

Allen stared at it for a solid ten seconds. Then he laughed.

Loud. Abrupt. Hands on his hips, shoulders shaking.

"NOW it really feels like another world."

Fina giggled. "Took you long enough."

Allen grinned. "I’ve been isekai’d into a land where tribal elders get throat-fucked during council meetings, cursed leaves turn maids into whimpering fucksponges, and beastkin festivals outlaw pants—but this is the moment that hits? A jiggly white blob with no face, no mouth, and a dream? Yeah. This is peak otherworld."

The slime gave another happy little bloop, like it appreciated the shout-out.

Allen narrowed his eyes at it.

"...If you’re gonna follow me, you’d better be prepared to fight, fuck, or fetch coffee. No freeloaders."

The blob inched closer and pressed itself affectionately against his boot.

Fina gasped. "It chose you!"

Allen groaned. "It’s goo. It can’t choose anything. It’s just sticky and confused—like every virgin on prom night."

Rinni blinked. "What’s a prom?"

"Don’t worry about it," Allen muttered, stepping back. "I’m more concerned about why this cum-ghost wants to be friends."

The slime kept pace with them like a little gelatinous duckling, flopping along the path with slow but persistent shlorps.

Fina tilted her head. "Maybe it sensed something in you. Magic? Dominance?"

Allen looked down at himself, then back at the blob. "I swear to God if I have slime pheromones now, I’m gonna start bathing in vinegar."

Rinni whispered, "I think it’s cute..."

Fina tapped her chin. "You should name it!"

"Nope," Allen said immediately.

"Come on! All familiars need names!"

"It’s not my familiar. It’s a rogue lump of cum."

Fina grinned. "Then name your rogue cum!"

"...Don’t say that again."

"Pleaaase?"

Allen sighed through his nose. "Fine. If I name it, will you stop?"

Fina nodded eagerly.

Allen pointed at the blob. "Your name is Luna."

The slime wobbled proudly.

Fina burst out laughing. "Wait, wait, wait—why a girl’s name?"

Allen smirked. "Because now, whenever it makes a mess, I can yell, ’Bad girl, Luna!’ and feel like a hentai protagonist."

Fina blinked. "...What’s a hentai?"

Allen paused, grinning slowly.

"It’s like... extremely artistic porn. But also cursed. Think weird moans, magic tentacles, and a complete lack of parental supervision."

Fina squinted. "Sooo... like the lizard tribe mating ceremony?"

Allen pointed. "Exactly. But with way worse sound effects."

Rinni tilted her head. "I don’t get it..."

Allen ruffled her hair. "That’s for the best, sweetheart. Your innocence is my last tether to sanity."

The blob made another enthusiastic bloop, clearly unbothered by its horrible fate.

They kept walking, now with Luna trailing them like a pet.

Through the trees, the foliage started to thin. The light changed—less filtered, more open. And then they saw it.

Nestled in a shallow valley below, surrounded by terraced gardens and curved paths, sat Turtle Village.

It was nothing like the other settlements Allen had seen. The houses were domed, carved into the earth itself, their rooftops covered in moss and ivy. A series of wide, slow-turning water wheels lined a lazy stream that ran through the center of the village. Everything moved with an almost dreamlike slowness.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Allen took in the sight, arms folded.

"Turtle people. Slow politics. Village of introverts. I can feel the repression already."

Fina skipped beside him. "They’re shy! Like the slime!"

Allen looked down at Luna.

Luna jiggled encouragingly.

Rinni leaned closer. "The turtles used to be more active... before the war. Now they keep to themselves. They don’t fight, they don’t trade, they barely talk."

Fina nodded. "Some say they forgot how."

Allen raised an eyebrow. "The whole tribe?"

"They’re weird," Fina shrugged. "But weird in a different way."

They began descending toward the village, boots crunching softly on gravel. The air was cooler here. Fresher.

Behind them, Luna blooped dutifully with every step.

Allen shot it a sideways glance.

"You better not be evil."

The slime quivered happily.

Fina grinned. "Awwww. She loves you!"

"She better," Allen muttered. "Or I’m turning her into a fucklamp."

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