Yisela’s face instantly flushed to the color of a ripe apple—the shade of sheer mortification.
“You’re comparing me to this… this blob of jelly?!”
Yisela pointed at the slime, her finger trembling, her voice sharp with shame.
“I am the noble Silver Dragon! The future Dragon God! And you want me to fight a slime? And make it an even match? Are you saying I can’t even beat a slime right now?!”
The slime seemed to sense Yisela’s killing intent, shrinking into a ball and trembling.
“Just you wait!”
Yisela rolled up her sleeves in fury, baring her little fangs at the innocent slime.
“I’m going to turn you into slime sashimi today, or my name isn’t Yi!”
The fallen angel stood to the side, watching the rampaging little princess, and silently recorded:
“Target subject’s emotional fluctuations are intense. Combat desire increased. Training plan, start.”
Yisela’s anger was beyond words. Her delicate little face was bright red, like a little dragon about to breathe fire.
“It’s so infuriating! So infuriating! Using this low-level monster to humiliate me—Princess!”
She couldn’t care less about tactics, let alone magic power control. Her mind was filled with only one thought: reduce this green blob to pulp!
“Die!!”
Yisela let out a sharp cry, clenched her right fist, and with unstoppable momentum, punched straight at the slime that was still trying to act cute.
Then something changed.
The palm-sized green blob suddenly expanded like a balloon, morphing into a giant green fist shape.
The moment her fist touched the slime’s surface, the massive green glove enveloped Yisela’s fist and even swallowed it past her wrist.
Thud.
A dull sound.
Yisela felt like she had punched a water balloon—soft, sticky sensations spread through her entire body. The feeling of her strength being completely absorbed and finding no purchase made her want to throw up.
Even more infuriating, the slime wasn’t injured. Its two big eyes curved into crescent moons as it smiled at her, its body quivering slightly.
Like it was mocking her: Hehe, that didn’t hurt~
“What?! You dare laugh at me?!”
Yisela felt her dignity stomped on a second time.
“If fists don’t work, then I’ll use my leg! Take my Flying Dragon Kick!”
She gritted her teeth. Trying to use the recoil from her left hand being swallowed, she yanked her arm back, then raised her right foot to deliver a fatal blow to the clueless blob.
But—
No movement.
No matter how hard she pulled, her left arm was stuck in the slime as if welded. It wouldn’t come out! The green mucus only clung tighter as she struggled.
“Let go! If you have guts, fight me head-on! What kind of dirty trick is this!”
Sweating profusely, Yisela frantically shook her arm while turning to the referee—her accomplice—for help.
“Hey! You, expressionless face! Tell it to let me go! This isn’t a fight! It’s cheating!”
The fallen angel stood with arms crossed, her expression flat. Her pale golden eyes held only cold streams of data.
“Your Highness, this too is part of battle.”
The fallen angel’s voice was utterly flat.
“The slime race possesses strong physical adhesion abilities. We must collect this combat data before proceeding with instance-based reinforcement training. Please continue.”
“You—!!”
Yisela nearly choked on her anger. Her pointing finger trembled.
“Fine! Very fine! Once I pull my arm out, I’ll pluck every feather off you one by one and make a feather duster!”
Just then—
Squelch.
The slime suddenly relaxed its hold. The mucus that had tightly wrapped Yisela’s arm instantly thinned.
“Huh?”
Yisela had been pulling with all her might. The sudden release caught her off guard.
“Ah—!”
With a yelp, she flew backward, her momentum unstoppable, and fell flat on her back like a shrimp.
Before she could get up, the green blob emitted a weird gurgle-gurgle sound.
Countless translucent, sticky tentacles seeped out of the slime, as if alive, quickly wrapping around Yisela’s wrists and ankles.
“Wait! What are you doing?!”
Yisela’s eyes widened in horror as the tentacles tightened.
“I’m not fighting anymore! I won’t fight, okay?! Let go!”
But the slime didn’t stop.
More mucus tentacles extended, cleverly attacking the hem of her loose silk nightgown.
“Eek—!!”
Yisela felt a cold, slimy sensation all over her body. It gave her goosebumps.
“Pervert! I just took a shower, you jerk!”
The slime’s tentacles seemed pleased with the texture. They firmly controlled her limbs.
A strange numbness spread through her body. Yisela’s struggling body suddenly went limp, as if all her bones had been removed.
Her face was red enough to bleed. Her ruby-like eyes welled up with tears of shame.
“Haah… no strength left…”
Yisela slowly lost the will to resist. The slime’s tentacles held her suspended in midair, like a butterfly caught in a web, at the mercy of the green blob.
Her nightgown was disheveled and stained with shiny slime. She looked both pathetic and… indescribable.
“Combat data analysis complete. Target subject: extremely sensitive, stamina depleted.”
The fallen angel’s cold voice cut in. She raised her hand.
“Return.”
The slime instantly released all tentacles, plopped back into its harmless little blob form, and obediently hopped into the fallen angel’s palm.
Thump.
Yisela, now unsupported, crashed heavily onto the soft carpet.
She gasped for air, her chest heaving. She was drenched, covered in sweat and slime residue.
Shame.
Too shameful.
Yisela covered her face with trembling hands.
That weird sound from earlier, and the feeling of tentacles crawling under her skirt… it was the greatest black mark in her dragon life.
She buried her face in her arms and let out a hopeless wail, her voice muffled:
“Waaah… I can’t face anyone anymore… I really can’t face Saint Sister now…”
The fallen angel looked down at the puddle of “Silver Dragon Princess” wallowing in self-doubt, and recorded expressionlessly in her notebook:
“Special training results: Although defeated, successfully discovered the target’s special weakness against slime-type monsters. Recommend adding more shame resistance training of this kind.”