Name: Lyssandra
Age: 20
Gender: Futanari
Race: Human
Level: 2
Stats:
STR (Strength): 1 → physical power, damage
AGI (Agility): 1 → speed, reflexes
VIT (Vitality): 1 → health, endurance
INT (Intelligence): 1 → magic power, knowledge
DEX (Dexterity): 1 → precision, accuracy
LUK (Luck): 1 → crit chance, randomness
LIB (Libido): 100 -> desire, reproductive instinct, and emotional impulse
Skills:
Absorption: Consume a fragment of a target to mimic their form and claim their power.
She stared at the glowing blue rectangle that hovered inches above her eyes, the magic light reflecting in her wide, sapphire pupils.
"My name is Lyssandra, what are those things?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she looked at the screen, feeling both an overwhelming sense of understanding and a confusing void of knowledge simultaneously.
She reached out a hand to touch the amber letters, but her fingers passed right through the holographic phantom as if it were merely heat haze on a summer day.
Everything about the situation was incredibly overwhelming, yet a strange sensation of lightness washed over her, as if a violent hurricane had battered her only to vanish in a heartbeat, leaving calm in its wake.
"Everything is so low; if those stats are true, then I'm very weak right now," Lyssandra muttered, her gaze sweeping over the sorrowful ones cluttering the list.
"But what about this ridiculously high Libido stat?" she whimpered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she looked at the number glowing with an intense heat.
Her eyes drifted downward to the monster raging between her legs, the thick, veiny shaft twitching and pulsing with hungry life.
"It makes sense," she sighed, the sound of defeat mixing with the undeniable throbbing of her genitals as she felt a warm wetness coat her thighs.
She licked her lips and continued to scan the glowing text until her eyes landed on the final entry of the display.
"Absorption… consume a fragment to mimic their form," she whispered, a sudden, sharp spike of lust piercing through her confusion.
"It says I can take their power just by consuming a piece of them?" Lyssandra mused, her breathing hitching as she looked back down at her dripping cock and then at the small puddle of goo left behind by the slime.
Lyssandra shakily made her way toward the small, glistening puddle of green residue that marked where the slime monster had been.
She knelt down on the cold stone floor, her ass cheek sinking into the damp fabric of the floor as her massive breasts swung heavily between her knees.
She slowly stretched out her finger and dipped it into the gooey sludge, the substance coating her nail with a strange, slick sensation.
"The feeling is strange," she murmured, her fingers twitching as she felt the phantom sensation of being wrapped by something soft, hot, and viscous.
She pulled her digit from the puddle, watching the green slime drip down her skin and pool at the base of her palm.
Without hesitation, she brought her dripping finger to her lips and took a greedy lick.
As the slime touched her tongue, something deep inside her cracked, like a fragile vessel shattering under immense pressure.
Her body suddenly felt hot all over, a feverish heat erupting from deep within her core and spreading to every inch of her skin.
Sweat poured out from all her pores, coating her pale, trembling form in a sheen of moisture that made her massive breasts glisten under the torchlight.
Her thick, pulsing cock twitched violently against her thigh, dripping fresh precum onto the floor as her Libido stat burned with an intoxicated fire.
The blue screen hovering before her eyes flickered, displaying a progress bar that raced upward with electric intensity.
Loading sample… 1%… 2%… the numbers climbed rapidly, matching the frantic pounding of her heart.
Gradually, the bar filled up to 100%, the digital numbers spinning wildly before locking into place with a satisfying chime.
Then it finished, the screen pulsing once before settling into a steady, inviting glow.
"Congratulations, you have just absorbed a slime sample!" the system voice chirped, echoing inside her skull as the blue rectangle expanded slightly.
Lyssandra gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the foreign essence of the slime melding with her very soul.
The sensation was intoxicating, a slick, gelatinous warmth that seemed to coat her internal organs and ignite every nerve ending in her lower abdomen.
A new line of text scrolled onto the screen, the amber letters glowing with a tempting vibrancy.
Stat Increased: VIT (Vitality) 1 → 2
Skill Unlocked: Slime Mimicry (Partially)
She wobbled on her feet, her legs finally finding a bit more strength as the harvested vitality bolstered her weakened frame.
The slime she had licked seemed to have bloomed inside her, spreading a resistant, fluid strength through her veins.
"It's… it's like I have water flowing through my blood"
Then she looked at the skill detail, squinting her bright blue eyes to parse the glowing text that swam before her.
"Slime Mimicry... Transform into a slime," she read aloud, her voice raspy with lingering pleasure.
"But the 'Partially' tag means I'm limited to only a limb at the moment," she realized, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine.
She lifted her right hand, staring at her fingers as veins of emerald green light began to pulse beneath her translucent skin.
"It's weird, like my hand is turning into gelatin," she whispered, wiggling her fingers which now felt heavier, warmer, and strangely more flexible than before.
Then she tried to turn her arm into a stick, mimicking the wooden weapon she had used to whack the previous slime.
After a moment of intense concentration, her hand morphed into something that looked like a green cylinder with many small wriggling tentacles around it.
The transformation was fluid and seamless, her flesh dissolving into viscous sludge and reforming into the shape of a crude but deadly weapon.
"I guess this skill will base on my imagination," she noted, a newfound excitement igniting in her gut.
"I have to practice this quickly since this will turn into a powerful ability to defend myself in this place," she decided, her voice firm despite the throbbing ache in her groin.
The slime-tentacles on her makeshift weapon suddenly lashed out, slapping against her exposed breasts with soft, wet slaps that sent ripples of sensation through her sensitive flesh.
She giggled, a sound of pure arousal mixing with determination, and kept practicing.
After an unknown amount of time, with deep concentration that made her lips purse and her thighs quiver, she now could turn her arm into something looking like a long, pointy lance.
It was smooth all over but had small bumps all over it, rough to the touch yet undeniably sharp.
It wasn't perfect, but it was usable for a ruthless battle.
She retracted her arm back into flesh, the sludge hardening then softening until her skin returned to its pale normalcy.
Stat Increased: INT (Intelligence) 1 → 2
"Nice!"
Then she stood up, her muscles feeling tighter and more resilient than before, and took the torch swinging from the wall near the door.
The flame caught instantly, casting a warm, dancing orange glow against the damp, blue stone walls.
With the new weapon on her arm and a fire in her hand, she walked out of the dark room, her naked, glistening body cutting a striking silhouette against the shadows.
"Adventure begins,"