Mira Tanaka kicked off her sneakers the moment she stepped inside her cramped apartment. She let them land with a thud next to a pile of neglected footwear. The air smelled of instant ramen and vanilla-scented fabric softener, but it was a combination that suited her.
She tossed her tote bag onto the couch, which barely missed a half-eaten bag of chips. Then she made a beeline for her desk. Her laptop hummed as she plopped into her chair, dragging the sleeves of her oversized hoodie over her hands like a lazy burrito of human indifference.
Her phone buzzed with a reminder: "Philosophy Essay Due: 11:59 PM."
Mira stared at it.
Then slowly turned the phone face down like it had personally offended her. It really had.
"That sounds like a tomorrow problem," she mumbled, already double-clicking her favorite game launcher. The familiar jingle of opening graphics soothed her like a lullaby for the overcaffeinated. Her room, drowning in LED pinks and purples, reflected on the glossy surface of her monitor. She was one of those. She fit into every single detail that the stereotype encompassed.
A new game ad blinked at the top of the launcher window: "RealmShift: Lewd Edition - Now With Over 999 Challenges!"
Mira snorted. "Lewd Edition? Who the hell actually plays this stuff?"
She clicked it.
To be fair, she wasn't expecting much. A few boob sliders, a half-baked gacha system, and maybe some half-naked elf girls if she was lucky. What she didn't expect was a wall of text. Terms & Conditions. Paragraphs upon paragraphs, all in painfully tiny font.
She hit Accept without reading. Then again. And again. She kept mashing the green button labeled "AGREE TO ALL" just to get to the main menu. She wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to at this point, probably selling her information for five in-game gems.
The screen flashed white. Her speakers let out a high-pitched ding.
Then everything went black.
Not just the screen. The room. The city. The world.
Mira blinked, or thought she did. It was hard to tell in the void.
"Uhh... what the hell? Did my GPU die? Did I die?"
A second later, a clean, synthetic voice echoed in her head:
"System initializing. Contract #147 detected. Terms accepted. Commencing soul transfer."
Mira opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Her throat tightened, and a strange pressure swirled around her head like a storm made of static. She reached out blindly in the darkness, but there was no up or down, no sound, no body. Just the sensation of being unmoored, like she'd been unplugged from reality itself.
Then, weightlessness. Like the moment just before a fall in a dream, stretched out into forever. Her last thought was: Did I just agree to get isekai'd?
Warm. Wet. Squishy.
Those were the first sensations Mira registered as her mind clawed its way back to consciousness. She couldn't see much. Everything was blurry and blue. Something wobbly and cool pressed against her cheek, and another soft weight clung to her arm with a squelch.
"What the actual...?"
She flailed instinctively, only to find that her legs were stuck in something thick and jiggly. Slime. That was the only word her brain could offer. She was lying in a giant puddle of... jelly? Goo?
"Nope. Nope. Nope!"
She scrambled upright, slipping and sliding as a dozen wobbling blobs jiggled excitedly around her. They were small, maybe the size of a volleyball, and various shades of pastel blue and green. One bounced onto her shoulder and nuzzled her neck affectionately.
"Off! Off me, you slimeball!"
She grabbed it and tossed it gently aside, only for another one to latch onto her leg like a clingy toddler. Another splorped up beside her and tried to climb her hoodie.
The field she was in was covered with things, like someone had spilled a bucket of magical pudding, and it grew feelings.
Mira finally broke free of their sticky cluster and stumbled a few feet away, gasping and dripping slime.
"Are you KIDDING me right now?!"
She tried to shake the goo off her sleeves, but it clung like snotty glitter. Her hair was sticking to her face. Her tank top? Ruined. Even her socks were soaked.
"What the fuck is going on?" she muttered.
She wiped her face with the only part of her arm that was less than 80% slime. It made things worse. Now her cheek was sticky and smelled faintly of blueberries.
She stood there, surrounded by jiggling blobs, arms held out at her sides like a soggy scarecrow. Her voice rose to the sky.
"Hello?! Anyone?! Why am I in a slime orgy?!"
No answer. Just a soft, wet blorp from somewhere behind her.
Mira looked around. Wide grassy fields stretched in all directions. No buildings. No people. No sign of her apartment, or her overpriced gaming chair.
Her heart thumped. The air here smelled too clean. The light was weird. Softer than normal daylight. Too dreamy.
"Okay, Mira, relax. This is just a dream. A very weird, sticky dream."
She took a breath and pinched her forearm.
"Ow."
She tried again. Harder.
"OW! What the hell!"
No fade to black. No awakening in her bed. Just the sound of a gooey flopping against her body.
She wasn't dreaming.
Or if she was, it was the most annoyingly realistic dream she'd ever had.
Panic sneaked up the back of her throat like a rising tide. She turned in a slow circle, searching for a sign, even a magical floating tutorial window. But there was nothing but the endless, rolling field of green and the occasional blorp from the friendly goo brigade behind her.
"I have no food, no phone, and I'm covered in... this shit! What do I even do?!"
She wrapped her arms around herself, trying not to cry, but her hands just pressed into more slime. "AAAAHHH!! FUCK ME!!"
She slapped both cheeks with wet hands, immediately regretted it, and groaned. "Get it together, Mira."
"Okay. Step one—clean up. I'm not thinking about anything else while I'm still squelching."
She scanned the horizon and spotted a line of trees in the distance. Trees meant shade. Shade meant water. Hopefully.
With a squelch in her step and a grimace on her face, Mira started walking, muttering to herself as she went.
Every few steps, she'd stop to peel some slime off her arm or shake her leg like a wet dog. Most of it clung anyway, as if it had bonded with her on a molecular level.
"Seriously, why does it feel like I just lost a fight with a hentai monster?" she grumbled, tugging at her slimy shirt.
Eventually, she reached the edge of the trees. A faint gurgling sound caught her attention. Her ears perked up. Water.
She pushed through some bushes and nearly sobbed in relief. A narrow but steady stream curved lazily through the forest floor, its surface glittering in the dreamy light.
"Yes! Thank god," she exhaled, already dropping to her knees beside it.
Without hesitation, she splashed icy water on her arms and face, scrubbing at the goo like it was cursed. It probably was.
It didn't take long for Mira to realize that washing slime out of her hair with your hands was harder than it sounded. She couldn't even find a stick to scrub with, so she had to make do with a rock and a prayer.
The stream was freezing, but it felt good against her skin. She shivered as she peeled her soaked tank top off and tossed it aside with a wet smack. Her breasts wobbled slightly as she leaned over, letting the water run through her hair.
Mira shimmied out of her jeans, her butt and thighs jiggling slightly as she wiggled out of the tight fabric. She let out a sigh of relief, free from the slimy, constricting prison. But when she looked down, something was off.
A small lump protruded from between her legs, hidden beneath her simple cotton panties. She rubbed her eyes.
"What the fuck is that?"
She tugged the elastic waistband down, revealing a thick, pink cock, already half-hard and throbbing slightly in the cool air.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" she shrieked.
She stared at it, mouth agape, unable to believe what she was seeing. It was real. It was attached to her. It was HUGE.
Mira poked it like a foreign object, expecting it to move. It did, bobbing slightly in the air.
"You have GOT to be kidding me," she groaned, slapping both palms against her face. "So I'm in an isekai fantasy world with a slime-covered body and a fucking dick?!"
She shook her head, sending droplets of water flying. "What am I gonna do? Am I supposed to go fight monsters with this thing? What could possibly have been in those terms and conditions?!"
Suddenly, a voice rang in her head while a mysterious box emerged from thin air.
─ [ SYSTEM QUEST GENERATED ]
─ Quest 001: Moan as loud as you can
─ Reward: 100 EXP, 100 Gold
"Huh? What quest?"
She read the text again. "Moan as loud as you can? What the hell? It's an RPG? Who the hell wrote this quest?"
She turned around, searching for any signs of a menu window or a user interface. But there was nothing. Just her, her dick, and the gentle gurgle of the stream.
Mira rubbed her forehead, trying to make sense of the situation. Her eyes wandered back to the quest box. "Uhh, I guess I'll try..."
Even though she was alone, she suddenly felt very self-conscious. She glanced around nervously before standing up. Then she took a breath and moaned.
"AHHH! AHHHH! OHHH! I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUMMM!"
She was going for it, throwing herself into the act with more passion than she'd ever shown for any of her philosophy essays.
─ [ SYSTEM QUEST COMPLETED ]
─ Final score: B
─ Reward multiplier: 2X
─ 200 EXP and 200 Gold have been granted.
"Hey, my performance was only a B? Rude."
But she wasn't complaining about the EXP and gold. At least she could buy food. Probably. She needed to figure out where her gold went and how much more she needed to level up, but getting her body washed was the first priority.
However, right as she took another step into the river, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. She froze, turning around slowly as her face began to redden. There stood a girl.
"What the hell are you saying?" the girl asked, cocking her head.
Mira raised a soggy hand. "...Hi. I can explain. Sort of."