"Hey. Gill, were you married to the King who came out with you?"
"Obvious. If a King and Queen are not married, what are they."
"Hah."
A sigh came out hard.
"W-what is that sigh. Rude. Even if you are Master, I am a Queen. Pay respect."
Hah. A pain. Lime was faster to talk to. This Gill feels like various pains.
"Virgin?"
"Hah?"
"No. So. Gill, a virgin?"
"Were you listening. I said we were married."
"Used cunt, two in a row."
"W-what rudeness."
Ah, yeah, yeah. Right, right.
I ignored angry Gill.
"Hey, Lime. You are a Queen too. No King, though."
"Yes, Master. I was alone. Slimes multiply without sex."
"I see. Thanks."
I checked the body of the Gillman Queen, ignored and angry, again.
First, the skin and the color stand out. Exactly a dolphin. The King had rough scales. The Queen's skin is smooth. Close at hand, like eggplant or watermelon rind.
