"I know just the perfect dungeon for sli hunting!!" Onalenna declared with a smug grin, proudly clutching Asher's left hand like a trophy.
"A dungeon?" Asher raised a brow, clearly skeptical. "Aren't slis usually found in the open forests?"
Sharon, latched onto his other arm, laughed. "Oh, sweet clueless brother dearest, I knew you were a newbie hunter, but I didn't think you were this hopeless!"
Asher rolled his eyes. "Don't be dramatic, Sharon." He turned to Onalenna, his tone softening. "So... what dungeon is this, Mom?"
Onalenna waved it off casually. "Oh, just an old ruin. Not too dangerous—no real monsters, just slis. At the lowest floor, there's a stream that carries a strange magical essence. The slis feed on it, which makes their cores purer. No one really bothers with it anymore since the dungeon only has slis with crystals that aren't really profitable. So its jsually empty."
Sharon nodded, brushing her dark hair from her face. "Yeah, these days everyone's after goblin crystals or beast cores. Slis? Nah. They're not worth the blade—unless you're us."
Asher sighed. "Alright, alright. Let's go sli hunting."
They set off together, Onalenna leading confidently as she regaled them with tales of her early hunting days, her voice warm with nostalgia. Asher listened closely, absorbing every word of his mother's wisdom about slis and hunting in general. Eventually, they arrived.
The dungeon entrance lood before them, half-swallowed by overgrowth, vines coiling around jagged stone, and tufts of wild grass sprouting at its mouth. It resembled more an abandoned cave than a dungeon. A place forgotten by ti.
Onalenna pushed aside a curtain of vines, her fingers brushing away cobwebs with practiced ease. Inside, it looked oitch black like the darkness beyond seed to breathe.
Asher peered inside and instinctively took a step back. "This is supposed to be the safest dungeon in Eldoria? Looks like a death trap to !"
Onalenna chuckled and walked in. Sharon followed with a hum, raising her hand and chanting softly:
"Tiny fla with heart so bright,
Co to and bring your light.
Dance and flicker, soft and fair,
Guide my path through darkened air."
A soft pop echoed, and a glowing fire spirit blinked into existence before her—its sparkly eyes wide, its warm golden light chasing away the gloom. It perched gracefully on Sharon's shoulder, shedding glittering embers like fairy dust.
"et Pufflet!" Sharon bead. "She's my summon. Isn't she cute?"
"Adorable as ever," Onalenna smiled.
"Hmm-hmm!! She should be. She's mine!" Sharon puffed her chest proudly.
Asher rolled his eyes. Of course Sharon had to show off. He could summon his own fire spirit too, Ifrit, a towering fla demon that slept within his cursed blade, but he kept that flex holstered for now. Otherwise they'd freak out. And he didn't trust that demon himself either.
The dungeon was more cave than corridor, its rocky walls slick with condensation and its floors surprisingly sturdy. Pufflet's glow lit their way, illuminating the passage like a moving lantern. The descent didn't take long—there were only a few floors. Then, suddenly, the passage opened.
The sound of trickling water guided them into a hidden sanctuary.
Asher's breath caught.
Before them lay a shimring subterranean river, its waters glowing faintly green, as if infused with liquid erald. Beneath its clear surface, smooth pebbles sparkled. Crystals embedded into the cavern walls above cast radiant light, mimicking a false sky—brighter than torches, but more serene than sunlight.
"Co on! Let's cross!" Onalenna said, springing ahead like an excited child. The stepping stones across the river were spaced just right—six in total. She hopped across with graceful agility, her movent light and confident as her titties jiggles with each jump. Sharon followed behind, her hair bouncing, mischief in her eyes as she looked back at Asher.
Still stunned, Asher stepped onto the first stone. "Are we even in a dungeon anymore?"
"Last floor, baby," Sharon said with a grin. "The Sli Sanctuary."
"Let show you sothing," Onalenna called, stepping into the lush green field that flanked the river.
She clapped her hands as a ripple of mana pulsed outward of her body like a heartbeat. Sharon joined in and did the sa thing like her mother, and though Asher couldn't wield mana, he felt the air thicken, as if holding its breath. Their mana surged right out.
Then ca the squishing sounds.
Blue slis, dozens of them oozed out from the undergrowth, drawn to the energy of Sharon and Onalenna like moths to a fla.
Asher blinked. "…You've gotta be kidding ." All this ti, he'd been hunting slis the hard way, scanning terrain with his system, tracking trails, and chasing individual slis, one after the other before killing them and using them quickly before they could liquify.
And now his mom and sister? They called the damn things to them like offering them dinner.
"See?" Onalenna said.
"Too easy," Sharon added, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Didn't you say you had a spell for catching them? Let's see it."
"Gladly," Asher said, stretching out one hand.
His inventory box flickered to life. With his other hand, he visualized his hand turning into a vacuum of wind. Wind whooshed from his palm, swirling into a vortex. Slis were sucked cleanly into his inventory, one by one.
Unfortunately, so were the surrounding leaves, twigs, and debris.
And Sharon's top even flew on the air, exposing her body, and her tiny breasts.
And Onalenna's hair also flew wildly because of the wind like hair of a person possessed by a demon.
When the wind settled, both won looked like they'd been caught in a nature-thed explosion. Their clothes were ruffled, hair stuck with twigs and dust.
"Well, that was neat and tidy," Sharon deadpanned. "Could've maybe warned us?"
"Sorry," Asher said with a cheeky grin. "Didn't an to ruin your forest fashion."
"You'll pay for this, wind freak."
"Alright, alright," Onalenna interrupted, brushing her hair back. "Asher, let's see how your power works. Try drawing them out."
Asher nodded and closed his eyes. He focused—not on mana, but on his own power, his own essence. A radiant golden aura shimred around him, warm and dense, like sunlight trapped in amber.
Even the dungeon seed to respond.
Onalenna's expression turned serious. "…What kind of mana is this? It feels… wrong. No—different."
"I've felt it before," Sharon whispered. "It's not mana. It's… sothing else."
Then, they heard it. Sloshing. Squishing. Crawling.
Hundreds of slis, blue, green, and glowing poured from every crevice. It was a tide of gelatinous hunger, all drawn by Asher's power.
Onalenna paled. "Green slis?! No—those only respond to intense power! They're dangerous!"
Asher remained calm, and talked with his system internally. "System... deactivate all deadly corrosion effects from incoming slis."
A green light blinked in his interface: [Confird. Deadly Corrosion: Deactivated.]
The slis surged, their deadly corrosion dealt with, leaving them with a harmless corrosion.
Sharon yelped as they sward her legs and knocked her down. Onalenna stumbled too, landing hard on her side. But instead of burning, the slis simply… crawled. Soft. Cool. Almost… soothing.
"Wait… they're not hurting us?" Sharon gasped.
"That's impossible!" Onalenna shouted, blinking in disbelief. "Why aren't they—"
"It could be brother's doing!" Sharon grinned playfully—though the grin quickly faded as her clothes began to dissolve.
Her eyes widened as she felt the subtle sting of corrosion, the fabric of her outfit breaking down slowly… almost delicately. These slis weren't simply clinging to their bodies. They were exploring them.
A strange, tingling heat spread across her thighs as the slis climbed higher. Sharon gasped, feeling her shorts quietly disintegrate because of the slis, exposing her panties out.
One of the slis ford a slick tendril from its body and slowly slid it between Sharon's thighs, pressing gently against her most intimate spot, as if it could sense so sweet, hidden mana pulsing deep within.
Sharon let out a sharp gasp, her body jolting with a shriek.
"The hell... don't... don't eat my bunny panties!! They are my favorite!!" She yelled, but the sli was eating them up already. They climbed up her body , and as if they were working together to violet her, the other sli shifted it's body into a tendril and tied Sharon's hands together, while the others climbed up her chest, corroding her top and beginning to caress her tiny breasts softly with their warm bodies. There was sweet mana emitting from her tiny, pinky nipples.
"Brother!! Help!! Stop summoning more—thll… thll…!" Sharon's cries were cut short as a sli thrust a tendril into her mouth, silencing her mid-scream. Her eyes widened in shock as the slick appendage slid deeper, forcing her to suck it down in a filthy, involuntary rhythm. Saliva spilled from the corners of her lips, trailing down her chin.
As if that wasn't enough, she felt another sli beginning to rub it's tendril straight on her now exposed cunt while her body betrayed her by getting wet from the violation.
In her mother's side, it was even worse. One sli had already shoved it's tendril down her pussy, and loving the mana that was flowing straight from deep within her.
Finally, Asher opened his eyes only to see his mom and sister being violated by slis in the most filthy, yet hot way. He whistled and sat down.
"I should've bought so popcorn with ."
TBC
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