Several hours had already passed since Miyuki had left the pool. Her entire body still burned, inside and out. "I-I have to kill… Meat Tower…" she began to speak, stammering.
She slowly stood, struggling not to scream from the pain. "I have to…" she said, trying to encourage herself.
Her completely exposed legs glistened under the layer of slick slime, the goo stretching and quivering with each tentative step.
Every movement made the wet, squelching sounds echo louder, as if the slime itself was alive, clinging and sliding over her soft, supple skin.
Her feet, bare and delicate, left shiny trails behind, toes curling slightly with each cautious press.
She wiped her hands, trying to remove as much of the goo as possible. "Ugh…" she muttered through clenched teeth.
She slowly squeezed her eyes shut, trying at least to dull the pain in them or to see better through her blurred vision.
