It started with a cookbook.
Well—technically, it started with Mirio saying, "Man, I wish I had breakfast waiting for me when I woke up." He hadn't even meant anything by it. Just a sleepy musing after a long night. But Lily had been listening.
And Lily took things very literally.
The next morning, Mirio walked into the kitchen and found the counter soaked. The floor was slippery. The refrigerator door was stuck inside what looked like a jelly cocoon. And standing in the middle of it all—completely nude except for a partially digested apron—was Lily.
Purple.
Not blue.
She stood there proudly, holding up a bubbling pan that hissed with steam and melted wood. Her body was giving off tiny violet bubbles, and her normally cool, blue-green hue had shifted to a deep, vibrant amethyst. Her tentacle hair wiggled behind her like curious snakes.
"…Lily," Mirio said, very slowly. "What did you eat?"
Lily's eyes sparkled as she stepped forward. Her hips wobbled with her usual exaggerated bounce—now extra bouncy, her slime more unstable in this form. Her chest had swollen again, her nipples poking faintly against the gooey apron strap still hanging on her shoulder. The sizzling pan in her hand tilted.
He backed up quickly.
"Don't tilt it! Is that pan melting?!"
She didn't answer. Instead, her face flushed with sudden mischief. Her smile curled slightly.
She dropped the pan into her own stomach with a bubbly blorp, then lunged at him.
"WAIT—!"
Her body crashed into his, and he fell flat onto his back on the slime-slicked tile. She was on top of him instantly—breasts squishing against his chest, tentacle-hair pinning his arms, her body practically radiating giddy, sizzling affection.
Then she kissed him.
It started off as a squish of soft gel against his lips—warm and sweet like water-flavored honey—but then…
Tingle.
A strange numbing sensation crawled down his lips and across his jaw.
He sputtered.
"L-Lily—what was in that fruit?!"
Her only reply was another kiss. This time longer, wetter, more insistent. Her tentacle hair wrapped under his head and held him there as her cool, slimy mouth squished over his again.
His tongue tingled.
His arms twitched.
Then the numbness hit his hands.
"Whaff… nnn—shtahp!" he gasped as she finally pulled back, leaving a faint trail of violet goo connecting their mouths.
Her face hovered inches from his, eyes half-lidded, glowing mischievously. Then she leaned closer, whispering her first word of the morning with a smug smirk:
"Yours."
Then she kissed him again.
His lips went fully numb.
He tried to roll away, but her chest molded around his head, and she let out a quiet purring noise as her breasts pulsed slightly—pushing a bit more of that tingling slime against his skin.
Mirio managed to grab one of her tentacles and tugged.
"Lily. Did you eat poison again?!"
She blinked… and nodded.
Twice.
A flash in his head—memories shared via feeler.
She had found a fruit labeled "Demon's Berry" in the bottom drawer of the fridge. Probably something his alchemist neighbor left as a prank. She'd eaten the whole thing raw, thinking it would make a good flavor base. The book beside her was open to a page titled: "Cooking for Your Mortal Husband."
"Of course that was the first recipe you found…" he groaned.
His toes started to go numb.
Lily didn't seem concerned. She leaned down, one tentacle wrapping under his thigh, and her body pulsed again—her bust now slightly larger, warmer, more plush against him.
Another kiss.
Another numbing wave.
His eyelids fluttered.
"S-Stop—before I can't move—!"
She just hummed smugly and kissed the side of his neck. The hum vibrated against his skin. The area went tingly immediately.
With a last burst of strength, he wiggled out from under her and scrambled up onto the couch, panting.
"You're… dangerously affectionate right now…"
She followed, flowing like syrup over the floor, her hips swaying, purple bubbles fizzing softly from her shoulders. Her steps weren't quite human—more like puddles lifting and shifting forward with every bounce of her chest.
Her raincoat was nowhere to be seen. The apron was halfway digested. And now her slime hair was swirling behind her like slow-moving snakes, twitching with every heartbeat.
She pounced.
He held up a pillow.
"LILY, I'M NOT IMMUNE TO PARALYTIC LOVE!"
She tackled him anyway—tentacles wrapping around his ankles, her chest flattening over his face, her lips locking onto his forehead with a loud, wet schlurp. The tingling intensified.
"Ngghhh—!" he groaned.
And still, she didn't stop.
Each time he wriggled free, she pounced again. Each kiss made his limbs heavier. Each hug numbed a little more of his skin. And each time she saw his flushed, twitching expression, she just smiled wider.
After a dozen failed escapes, he finally collapsed on the carpet, arms flopped out, face red and twitching, lips completely unresponsive.
"I can't… feel my face…"
Lily straddled his waist, her slime form pulsing proudly. She leaned over, placing one gentle, teasing kiss on his nose—and then licked her lips with satisfaction.
"Love you," she whispered, her voice slightly huskier now—whether from the poison or the mood, he didn't know.
Then she laid her full weight down on him like a living slime blanket, nuzzling into his chest, purring with low, echoing warmth.
Mirio twitched once.
Then sighed.
"…At least breakfast in bed was hot."