Shota is surrounded by monsters!

Rea, too, diligently sucked on Shiro's little tongue. Before long, her tongue gradually turned into a sweet juice, flowing down Rea's throat and moistening her entire body through the pores of her canine teeth...

For a long time, the lips are divided.

The two girls smiled at each other; they had each gotten what they wanted.

A short while later, Mashiro returned to the window, looked outside for a while, then stuck one foot out onto the windowsill, but quickly pulled it back, turned around and took a few coins from Shota's bedside table and put them in her pocket.

With a plop, he jumped outside.

SAFE!

This time, the trash cans downstairs didn't stop Mashiro from sneaking away. She looked up at the window, glanced around for a while, then decided on a direction and started moving forward.

Mashiro was just bored and wanted to go out and play with Shota.

Lately, although he's been taking her around a lot, she feels like he doesn't like her as much as before. Before, when it was just the two of them, he could talk to her all day long, but now he always prefers to chat with Rea. This makes Mashiro a little unhappy.

However, she also quite likes Rea because she smells like Shota, and she's willing to let herself into her [censored] to help. Although there's not much bodily fluid in her body, it's still filled with her favorite scent.

But now Mashiro wants to spend as much time as possible with Shota—because after tasting Shota's flavor, a certain desire has been rekindled. So she goes out to find Shota.

Of course, before doing that, it's essential to use your existing shopping skills to buy a few bottles of juice for the journey.

Walking up to the vending machine that was like a beacon in the darkness for Mashiro, she inserted coins one by one into the coin slot—she could roughly understand the Arabic numerals that appeared on the display, but she never knew what those numbers meant.

All she had to do was drop all the coins in her hand into the dispenser and press her finger on the button under the strawberry juice.

then……

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap!

Press it until no more juice comes out.

"Oh! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... seven bottles."

Looking at her bountiful harvest, Mashiro smiled contentedly. She stuck a stick into the juice, took a delicious sip, then held all the juice to her chest before moving forward.

After walking through about five bags of juice, she suddenly saw something strange.

Green, short, ugly face.

Although it disguises itself as a human, it seems to be... a monster?

Mashiro paused for a moment, because when she noticed the other person, the other person also noticed her. She recalled her few memories and realized that the monster in front of her... seemed to be one of the eight monsters she had encountered on her way home that day.

Then, Mashiro made a very correct decision.

He turned and ran immediately.

But... before she could turn around and run, the monster suddenly shouted, "Nura Clan monster!" and then turned and ran.

Mashiro, who was also planning to retreat, froze on the spot.

The monster runs away, can't beat itself, chases after itself, catches it, feeds it to Shota, makes Shota happy, and gives itself bodily fluids to drink.

After going around in circles and arriving at this conclusion, our Slime Queen, Kousaka Mashiro, embarked on her first-ever hunting expedition!

"Damn it, how unlucky am I to run into a Nura Clan yokai here?"

The one who escaped was one of the seven yokai who had appeared at the entrance of the Nura Clan earlier, Kishigai Kozo. As a water-type yokai, he had no ability to fight back without water.

Turning his head to look at the female demon behind him who was still holding a juice box and looked very weak, but whose speed was in no way inferior to his, the monk Anya waved his hand and smashed all the juice boxes in her hands, trying to manipulate the juice to temporarily hinder her.

It worked!

Seeing the monster stop and freeze in place after being sprayed with juice, the monk from the cliff laughed wildly twice, then prepared to climb over the wall and reach his destination!

"Waaah..."

Mashiro looked at the wasted juice on the ground and let out a weak, mournful cry. At that moment, her heart ached as if it had been struck a heavy blow.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot..."

Mashiro, who only knew this one insult, said "idiot" eight times in a row, and then followed that little monk from the cliff over the wall!

She was really angry!

She'd get angry even if Shota ruined the juice! Let alone a wicked monster like that!

After climbing over the wall and falling down, there was a wide open space—and in the middle of the open space was a huge reservoir.

The young monk from the cliff is now standing strangely on the surface of the reservoir, laughing as he looks at Mashiro in front of him.

"Are you an idiot? Do you think I'm someone you can just chase? Now that you're on my turf, you're not getting away!" Kishigai Kozo pointed at Mashiro and said, "I was just about to destroy this water purification plant, so before that, I'll use you, this Nura Clan monster, as a sacrifice!"

As a result, the monster on the other side remained completely unmoved—Mashiro simply couldn't understand the meaning behind his words.

But the young monk on the shore was furious at being treated this way. He waved his hand, and two columns of water rose from the reservoir like water dragons.

"go to hell!"

With a flick of his finger, the monk from the cliff face sent two jets of water rushing straight toward Mashiro!

Mashiro made another assessment, only to find that the monster in front of her seemed to have become someone she couldn't possibly defeat.

So Mashiro decisively turned and ran.

As a slime, running away is not a shameful thing at all.

"Trying to escape, hahaha!"

Two jets of water, like whips, pulled Mashiro back and slammed her hard into the reservoir!

"Bam—"

A huge splash of water rose from the surface of the water.

"Hahaha, the Nura Clan's yokai are really too weak."

After saying something dismissively, the young monk on the shore tried to continue searching for the little demon's location in the water, but...

He only saw a few pieces of clothing float up, but he couldn't see where the little monster was.

"Is it dead? It's even more useless than I thought. I was planning to play a little longer."

After saying this dismissively, the young monk turned around and said, "Then let's destroy the city's water purification plant! This will intensify the despair of humanity, and we demons... will become even stronger!"

Just as he was about to make his move, a sudden ripple on the water beneath his feet made him realize something was amiss.

"Don't... step on me..."

"Who is it!"

The young monk on the cliff shouted and immediately jumped out of his sleep. As a result, he saw something that he could not accept at all.

A giant head made of water slowly rose from the surface of the water, and as the head rose, the water level in the reservoir seemed to be pumped out and dropped.

"This, this, that monster from just now?"

"Mo!"

The gigantic Mashiro let out a terrifying roar. After extending two enormous arms from the water, countless water whips shot out from behind her like tentacles. With half of her body exposed, Mashiro stared blankly at the monster in front of her who had thrown her into the pool.

"Godzilla~"

Mashiro let out a shout as if to encourage herself.

"untie!"

Since the other party is a water-based monster, then I should be able to control it, right? The young monk Anya made the right choice immediately!

"Bam—"

It seemed that one of Shiro's fingers suddenly exploded, but she didn't seem to feel any pain. She put her hand in the water tank and shook it. When she took it out again, the finger had grown back.

"Waaaaah~~~"

Chapter 73. Mashiro's Battle

"What kind of monster is this...?"

This is the first time I've ever seen a yokai made entirely of water. Generally speaking, shouldn't water-type yokai be those that control water? Are there any yokai in Japan that are entirely made of water? Could it be... a foreign import?

Slime?

"Scatter!"

The young monk on the cliff waved his hands frantically, pulling water jets from the gigantic body of Mashiro. This time, he was smarter and pulled the water jets directly outside the reservoir. The water outside couldn't be used by this guy to repair his body.

"Hahaha, I've found your weakness!"

"..."

Mashiro watched with some confusion as her "body" was constantly being torn apart by the person in front of her. But having never become so huge before, she had no idea how to attack the other party.

Although her instincts told her to wrap her body around the other person to immobilize them, the thought that Shota seemed to dislike her using this method of attack...

This is so troublesome.

Mashiro realized for the first time that fighting was so troublesome.

So Mashiro raised her left hand.

The monk Anya, who had been attacking relentlessly, almost forgot that his opponent would retaliate. He was momentarily stunned when he saw her slowly raise her left hand, which resembled a five-fingered mountain.

Getting hit hard by something like that would definitely knock you out!

"Scatter, scatter!"

The monk began to focus his attacks directly on Mashiro's raised left hand, trying to empty it completely, like poking a hole in a balloon.

Mashiro seemed to know that the other was also afraid that her arm would hit him, so she began to use all the water in her body to enlarge her palm.

The swaying tentacles behind her all converged on her hands, and even Mashiro's own body began to shrink. Slowly, slowly, the speed at which she added water finally exceeded the speed at which the other party released water.

And Shiro's hand grew larger and larger, eventually becoming even larger than the entire reservoir.

The moonlight, distorted by the water's surface, and the torrential rain that enveloped the young monk on the cliff who was still frantically trying to pump water, caused his mouth to gape wider and wider. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the enormous curtain of water crashed down on him!

"Just a mere slime!"

The young monk on the shore cried out in despair.

As the shape grew larger, Mashiro's voice naturally acquired an echo.

"Call me Your Majesty..."

"Bam—"