Chapter 32: A Dragon’s Reverse Scale — Touch It and She’ll Definitely…

The slime girl lay obediently across Fiora’s back as she jogged toward Sunrisen City.

If she could, it would be much faster to transform into a dragon and fly back—
But without Leon’s permission, Fiora couldn’t return to her Dragon King form.

“Miss Slime, hang in there a little longer… huu… I’m getting tired, let me rest for a moment.”

She hadn’t run far before she was panting heavily, one hand braced against a tree for support.
At this pace, how long would it take to reach the city?
The thought of the remaining distance made her scalp prickle.

If she’d known it would come to this, she would have exercised more instead of lazing around every day.
Her sedentary lifestyle had left her stamina in tatters.

“Mm…”

The slime girl let out a soft whimper.

Fiora turned to look and saw her complexion—if one could call it that—was poor.
Each snowflake that fell onto her transparent body made her tremble.

“Are you afraid of the cold, Miss Slime?”

The slime girl nodded.
Fiora set her down, then took off her mage’s robe and draped it over the girl’s crystalline form.
The slime girl’s expression eased a little.

Fiora exhaled in relief.
So slimes really did hate the cold.
No wonder she hadn’t seen a single one after casting that weather magic.

“All right, let’s get moving again.”

She hoisted the light-bodied slime girl back onto her back and pressed forward.

Since coming to this world, Fiora had never met a monster girl before.
Honestly, this was her first time seeing one of those creatures straight out of a certain type of doujinshi—

And though she felt sorry for Miss Slime… she couldn’t help feeling quite thrilled.

If she could win over the slime girl’s trust, maybe—just maybe—she could tame a monster girl.
One that could change shape at will, extend tentacles, soft and pleasant to the touch…

In Fiora’s mind, a properly tamed slime girl was an ultra-cute, dangerously ero creature.

“Hehehehehe…”

Lost in her fantasies, Fiora began to let out a strange little laugh.

As if to validate her imaginings, the monster girl on her back actually slipped a hand inside Fiora’s shirt.

That soft hand slid into her armpit, the smooth texture and faint chill sending a shiver through Fiora’s senses and flooding her cheeks with heat.

“Miss Slime, wait! I was just… imagining things at random!”

Fiora couldn’t see the monster girl’s face and had no idea what expression she wore, but one thing was certain—her hands were getting bolder.

A jolt ran through Fiora’s body when something wet flicked against the side of her neck.

“Mmph—w-wait a second!!” Fiora yelped reflexively.

Something about the atmosphere was… off.

Moments ago, the slime girl had only been holding her shoulders; now both hands had slipped beneath her clothes.

Fiora’s breathing quickened.
The slime girl clung even closer, her soft palms gliding inside Fiora’s shirt, gradually making their way down to her waist.

Too bold, Miss Slime!
This kind of high-level kill-shot is way too much for a shut-in like me—
Couldn’t we start from a beginner level first?

“Fiora! Fiora, where are you?!”

Fiora’s drifting thoughts snapped back to reality at the sound of a familiar voice.

It was the person she least wanted to see—Leon.

I finally run into some “benefits,” and he just has to ruin it now of all times…!

Before he could spot her, Fiora ducked into a nearby bush, pulling the slime girl in with her.

She shut her eyes and listened.
The sound of footsteps drew closer—Leon was right nearby.

I absolutely cannot let him find me with Miss Slime.
If he does, she’ll be in serious danger… and Leon might do something terrible.

“Fiora? Fiora?”

It didn’t seem like he’d noticed her yet.
Fiora silently prayed he would leave—

But then, something completely unexpected happened.

Liquid began to seep from the slime girl’s body.
It was corrosive—though, just like in the stories, it only ate away at fabric—and it started dissolving Fiora’s shirt.

Stop it, Miss Slime!

Cold sweat beaded on Fiora’s forehead as the slime girl grew more reckless.
The fabric was vanishing under the relentless corrosion.

If this kept up, she’d be completely naked!
If Leon saw her like that, she was finished!

And still, the slime girl wasn’t satisfied.
It was as if she were searching for something, sliding lower and lower across Fiora’s body…

This is bad—really bad!
Forget enjoying “benefits,” I’m about to become someone else’s benefit!

“Let’s check somewhere else. Fiora doesn’t seem to be here.”

Leon’s voice grew more distant; judging from his footsteps, he’d gone elsewhere.

Once she was sure it was safe, Fiora climbed out of the bush, thoroughly irritated at the slime girl’s overstepping.

“Miss Slime, get off of me!”

She turned her head—and froze.

The slime girl’s body had lost its human form, becoming a large, soft mass of liquid that coated Fiora from head to toe.
Her arms and legs were bound, and the hostile, aggressive intent radiating from the creature was unmistakable.

A bad feeling struck Fiora.
This thing… could very well be the Slime King, who had only taken on a cute girl’s form to lower her guard before striking.

“Damn it—you dare trick me?!”

She lifted her hand to cast a spell, but the slime’s bindings tightened, trying to stop her.

“Hah! Too naïve! I am the noble Ice Dragon King, Fiora—
I don’t need hand movements, incantations, or catalysts to cast—mmph!!”

Her triumphant grin froze, replaced by a strange, startled sound.
The spell she’d been about to form vanished instantly.

The slime had touched… something that should never be touched.

Every dragon—whether common or royal—has a reverse scale.
It is their life’s greatest weakness, and its location is an absolute secret.

In her human form, Fiora’s reverse scale was a small mole on the inside of her right thigh.
And now, the Slime King had accidentally brushed against it.

Realizing this, the Slime King launched a frenzied assault, focusing all its efforts on that spot.

The once-furious girl’s demeanor flipped completely.
She made no move to resist—her body went limp, strength draining from her knees and waist as she collapsed to the ground.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Her consciousness blurred under the relentless shocks, and she instinctively let out a submissive, pleading whimper.

A Dragon King being toyed with by a slime—
in all the history of this continent, Fiora was probably the first.