Training as a Slime(67)

Somewhere in the dorm was a dishevelled Sam and Cori in a hot and sweaty session. "I didn't realise how strong you are Cori," Sam gasped with a hint of strain in her voice. Cori responded with a low moan, his movements steady and synchronised with Sam's. "Keep going, deeper," he urged between breaths.

Sam winced, her discomfort evident. "It's hurting me," she confessed, her legs tensed as her buttocks clenched. "Just a little more... a bit deeper... ugh..." Cori encouraged, his tone softer now, his body tensed as the pressure built up.

Sam, still uneasy, whimpered, "Ahhhh...I've never done this before. Can you be gentler with me?" "Stick your butt out more...," Cori instructed as he adjusted his position and thrust his cheeks, "... and squeeze!"

"I can't hold on anymore! Are we close?" Sam said, her voice an octave higher as her legs began shaking weakly. "Ugh!" Cori cried out loud victoriously, giving his all as he thrust his cheeks. "Finished!" Cori heaved, dropping all the load on top of him. Sam was immediately relieved of the pose and sprawled backwards on the floor. "Finally! You know, you're the first to make me feel like this," Sam complained as she stood with a trembling gait.

"You can grab a towel and shower while I clean up this pool of mess," Cori said breathlessly as if his last ounce of strength had left his body. As Sam walked past him to grab the towels, Cori flashed a cheeky smile and commended her virgin experience, "You have done well for your first time!" "And thanks to you I can't even walk properly now," Sam retorted and shortly left for a bath.

Alone in the room, he noticed the air was stagnant and heavy with the mingling musks of sweat and tears. Amidst organising the heavy equipment, a deep sense of pride and achievement washed over him, as he realised for the first time after coming into the world, he'd left a woman wet just by introducing the advantages of strength training in this world. "Maybe with this training, we would have a better chance of survival against the demon saintess," Cori pondered.

Sam returned to the room wrapped in a towel, her messy brown hair bunched up in a bundle. "Hey Cori, do you know any daily magic for washing clothes? Do you have extra clothes?"

"No, but I have a machine that can deal with that," Cori answered with a gulp. After all, deep inside he was still a healthy young man. "Come let me show you," he said, his body still sticky from all the squats workout. The slime directed her to the laundry room and opened the cover to a mysterious white box. "Just throw your dirty clothes in here and it will be clean and dry in half an hour," he said.

"Wow, your place is amazing. You have a training room, a laundry room, a guest room, a living room, a game room, a study room, a dining room, a kitchen, a bathroom, a shower room, an onsen, a swimming pool, and toilets. You are like living in a proper mansion. I thought you were a prince at first, but how were you able to afford all this being an other-worlder?" Sam asked, soaking in curiosity.

"Well, I got lucky in a game," Cori explained. "I don't have any other clothes so you have to wait for the machine," he said.

"Don't worry about it, I'm always prepared for situations like this," Sam said happily as she took out a set of clean clothes from her inventory.

"Do you always invite yourself over to other people's places for a sleepover?" Cori asked.

Sam giggled, "Haha, I love to see how people decorate their dorm room. Yours is huge! It's not even a dorm room, it's a fucking dorm mansion!"

Cori swelled with a sense of pride as a modern man but he humbly said, "No lah, no lah. Haha, just make yourself at home. I will be back after a quick shower, then you can tell me more about the school. I'm still pretty lost about this whole deal."

Sam wanted to explore Cori's place but her body was still sore from her legs workout. "Today's just not my day, but luckily I survived," she thought to herself. As she rested on the couch, she felt an eerie stare from the side and immediately sprung up from the seat but all she saw was Cori's bag in the corner of the room. "Strange, was that there the whole time?" she wondered. Shrugging off the uneasy feeling, she sank back into the seat. "Ah, this is so nice," she said to herself, enjoying the warm cuddle of the reclining couch and examining the simple yet purposefully detailed apartment only to find the bag lying against the feet of the coffee table. Sam took her glasses off and rubbed them, thinking she was too tired and had imagined things. Sure enough, the bag was right back in the corner of the room.

However, jitters went down her spine as she felt a pair of hand-like structures on her shoulders holding her down. "Cori!" she shouted whilst another pair of hands grabbed her ankle. After a long tiring day and workout, most of her energy was already sapped out of her. Despite her struggles, each hand massaged her at the right pressure point causing ceaseless pleasure through her body. "Stop!" she yelled helplessly on the brink of tears, embraced in pain and pleasure. 

Shortly after, Cori returned to find his senior huddled in a corner, as if her soul was sucked out of her. "What happened?" Cori asked, concerned about his guest's well-being.

"Your couch is haunted! It touched me!" Sam replied in anger, her face blushed as she remembered how it made her feel.

"Oh! It's a massage couch! I requested it. It's supposed to soothe the sore muscles and relax the body," Cori said as he slumped onto the couch and tried to activate the massage session. "How did you activate it?" Cori asked Sam who felt both confused and betrayed, storming away to other rooms.