The skill displayed the information of the red slime, her mind instantly processing the data.
"As expected, it is weak against water element," she confirmed, the words tasting like victory.
"My previous plan might work, but with this new and bigger size, I have to do the preparation again."
Her cheeks flushed red, and excitement coursed through her veins, a mix of arousal and adrenaline.
She looked at the arm lance—her right arm—instead of the normal green color it had taken on a opaque, milky white.
A wicked grin spreading across her lips.
"It's time to get slippery."
Lyssandra closed her eyes and let her left hand move down from her arm to her crotch, her fingers wrapping around the throbbing mass that was now obscenely wet.
"I need to practice this new form," she whispered, her voice thick with lust as she began to stroke her own thick, veiny shaft.
The friction was immediate and intense; her hands moved fast, creating a blur of motion.
She leaned her back against the cold stone, her breath hitching in her throat as the pleasure built up in her groin.
"Oh, fuck, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as the sensation intensified.
She couldn't help herself. Her other hand finding the slick, swollen lips that had been dripping with arousal since the start.
"So wet," she panted, her fingers sliding into her warm, slick folds and finding her clit.
"It's so sensitive," she groaned, a shiver running down her spine as her fingers Circled the nub.
"I'm going to cum so hard," she whispered, her inner walls tightening in anticipation.
She slapped her pussy with her left hand, the wet slap echoing in the hallway, while her right hand continued to work the thick shaft.
"God, this is feeling so good," she cried out, her body arching as the orgasm built up inside her.
She was about to cum, the pressure building in her balls feeling like a tidal wave.
She transformed her right hand—the lance—into a tube, wrapping it around her dick with a suction that felt like a vice.
"Ah, ah, ah, come on," she whimpered, her hips thrusting into the hollow tube.
The amount of sperm was massive. It could fill a third of a bath tub.
"I'm going to… oh god!"
"Cum for me," she commanded.
She clenched her eyes shut as the orgasm hit her, a tidal wave of release that shattered every nerve ending in her body.
"Yes, YES, yes!"
She screamed as the white substance erupted, filling the hollow of her right hand-lance with a massive volume.
It filled to the brim, the thick milk spilling out of the other end and coating her hand.
Now her right hand lance was longer, doubling in length and diameter with the thick, white substance inside.
"Holy fuck," she breathed, looking down at the massive, phallic weapon that glistened under the torchlight.
"It's ready,"
Back to the fire slime, it seemed like it was in some kind of dormant state after consuming its prey.
"It's so big and soft," she thought.
Even though Lyssandra sneakily came very close to it instead of charging like before, it still did not react to her.
Then, with a mighty thrust of the lance, she aimed for the pulsating core.
But this time, the slime was stronger and harder to penetrate.
She couldn't even reach deep enough to deliver enough force to destroy the core.
The slime jerked awake, its molten form convulsing.
Then it extruded a few tentacles, each of them suddenly ignited with a fierce flame intended to strike her.
"Too late for that," she smirked, her eyes gleaming with hope.
With a slight push, the penetrated pearl-colored lance pulsated and burst out the load of sperm inside the slime.
"Even though it was liquid, not cold enough,"
"But i hope this works," she silently prayed.
Then the tentacles hit her, but it was too slow.
The slime shrieked as the massive volume of sperm flooded its core, the thick liquid instantly lowering its temperature.
The fire flickered, then dimmed rapidly as the white fluid spread through its molten body.
"Is it working?" she gasped, her eyes wide with anticipation.
The speed of its action slowed down, the slime's movements becoming sluggish.
The same for the hardness of the slime; its surface went from a hard, brittle shell to a soft, jiggling mess.
With this created chance, she quickly pulled out her lance—now back to its original size—then thrust back in.
Her aim was true, striking the coal-colored core with brutal force.
The core shattered in just one hit, the destruction rippling outward through the creature's body.
Lyssandra quickly dodged back, avoiding the flailing tentacles of the dying slime.
"I did it!" she smiled.
Then, looking at its writhing, dying form with her sperm slowly spreading out inside it, she felt a surge of horny feeling.
The sight of the fire slime, engulfed by her seed, was wicked and invigorating.
As it died down to a small puddle of red liquid, a mechanical sound resonated in her head.
"Congratulations!"
"You have leveled up!"
"STR and DEX +1."
This time, instead of being able to choose a skill, a new feature unlocked in the system.
Beside the Status Display and Skills Management tabs, a Shop tab got a new blue color instead of the grey before.
She clicked on it and browsed through the shop.
Consumables: Potions, food, buffs, antidotes.Equipment: Weapons, armor, accessories.Materials: Basic crafting items, monster drops.Skills: Skill books, ability unlocks.
Those were only the four categories available at the moment.
It seemed like many more could be unlocked as she got stronger in the future, but for now, those were the only choices.
And she noticed a small icon in the corner: LP.
"I needed some kind of LP to buy things in this shop,"
Looking at the LP icon with her mind, a small tooltip showed up and displayed the description of the currency.
"Lewd Points," she read, her eyebrows raising.
"Basically do sexual things to generate it."
"The more diverse and kinky the action, the more points generated."
But there was a catch. An anti-inflation system.
"For each duplicated lewd action, the generated point will decrease by 1, capped at 1."
She paused, processing the bizarre economic system.
"So if I fuck the same way every time, I only get 1 point?" she muttered, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Then she found it.
Small Healing Potion.
Description: Heal 30% of maximum HP.
Price: 10 LP.
"This is too expensive,"
She shook her head, a frown creasing her brow.
"I can only heal 30% of my health by masturbating once?"
She stared at the vibrant green liquid inside the glass, the price tag mocking her current dilemma.
"One masturbation gives me ten points - six now, and this costs ten… so I'd be spending a whole orgasm just for thirty percent of my health."
She did the math in her head; at her current max HP of 75, that meant she'd only recover 22.5 HP points.
"It's a bit stingy, even if the math checks out."
She glanced at her own naked body, feeling the lingering sensitivity in her groin and the ache in her burned skin.
"But I'm not going to die in this hallway just to save a few points."
Her hand drifted down again, a habit forming now, as she considered the necessity of the purchase.
"Fine. I'll pay the price. But only because I have to."
She reached for her remaining cum-stained lance, wiping the last drops of white fluid onto her thigh before summoning the spirit of her lewd points.
"Buy: Small Healing Potion."
[Transaction Successful. LP: 17]
A soft chime rang in her head, and the small glass vial materialized in her other hand, cool and heavy with magical energy.
She uncorked the bottle with her teeth, the sharp scent of mint and something sweet flooding her senses.
She tipped her head back and swallowed the entire content in one long, satisfying gulp.
The liquid burned pleasantly as it went down, a warm tingle spreading through her chest and into her stomach.
Immediately, the burn on her skin began to fade, the blisters receding into smooth, pale flesh.
[Status Update: HP 30/75 → 52/75]
She let out a long breath, the tension leaving her shoulders as her vitality returned.
"That… actually felt kind of good."
She wiped a drop of the green
And as for why she saved those 17 points?
While browsing through the Skills tab, she found an interesting addition: Natural Regeneration.
"Heal 1 health every 1 hour passed."
She paused, reading the description with a critical eye.
"This skill costs 15 points."
"Of course, I would take it."
"This could be considered an investment for the future."
"More health means less LP spent on potions."
"But more importantly, not dying in a ditch while low on HP."
She hesitated, then nodded.
"I'm changing my strategy."
She clicked the buy button, her fingers hovering over the interface until the deduction happened.
[Transaction Successful. LP: 17 → 2]
[Skill Acquired: Natural Regeneration (Passive)]
She felt a tingle in the deep recesses of her body, a new biological clock ticking away.
"One HP per hour," she mused.
"Overnight, that's 8 HP. In a day, I'll be back to full."
She closed the shop menu, feeling a little less vulnerable than before.
"I have 2 points left," she whispered, looking at her remaining balance.
"One quick touch and I'm top tier again."
"But I'll save them for now, just in case."
She looked back at the empty space where the slime had been, the floor now clean of blood and guts but a red puddle.