User blog:JeielYozama/MamonoQuest II- The Sweetest Flavor Part 1

Hi guys! Jeiel still in! To those who read the first 2 parts of MamonoQuest, I'm sure a lotta questions came to mind:

Who is Jarence Yozama?

What is he doing in the Monster Realm?

WHat is going on in Monstrum Regni?

Why is Sebyl so different?

AND where are all the OTHER MONSTER GIRLS? (I'm positive this is the most -likely-to-be-asked)

Well, in this plot, I'm adding a new girl to the mix. The furry sort. Read on to find out, as some of these boggling questions are answered.

--Jerome: Mr.Jeiel? Can you I put honey on your pancakes ?

JEROME!! Did you see the DO NOT DISTURB sign by the window?

--Jerome: I did, Sir. I was just kinda wondering.. You see I have some honey here, and I thought maybe you'd like something sweet..

Oh. Pop me some of that.

Hmm...... Honey, huh?

DAY 4 TIME: STILL UNCONFIRMED
Hi. To all the readers out there, this is Jarence Yozama. Ever had those days when you couldn’t have stepped into anything worse than letting your hormones get blown off the lid by a woman? As a matter of fact, yeah, I’ve stepped into the thick of it.

Three days ago, I woke up stranded on an island I came to know as the Monster Realm, where I met a girl named Sebyl. She’s just like any kind of girl, alright. Flirtatious, bratty, and cute to boot. Problem is, she’s a lecherous Slime: A humanoid monster made of goo. After telling me the only way out of this disposition is on a city called Mahounia, she goes AWOL and tries to rape me. As luck would have it, I escaped the situation before it spiraled out of hand (while she is utterly miffed, getting sunk and nearly disintegrated in seawater).

SO, somehow, I came to be indebted to her, and we ended up in a master-servant relationship (of sorts). And now, we’re heading to a place voices in my head told me together, as a team.

Sounds fun? Trust me. It ain’t. You’d be saying it’s a dream come true, traveling with a strange girl in a strange new world, to somewhere of absolute uncertainty.

In my case, it’s a living day-mare. Sorta.



“CUTIEEE! HURRY UP!! HURRY, HURRY!!” Sebyl Sheena called out to me impatiently in a no-nonsense manner, hands waving from where she stood, coaxing me to come close. She was physically still the same Slime Mamono as when I met her three days earlier, a girl entirely shaped out of semiliquid blue slime, donning two ‘0’ shaped pins in her realistic twin-tails and an unbuttoned aviator jacket paired with a miniskirt. Despite us traveling up Aithen Mountain for nearly two hours, there wasn’t a hint of weariness visible in her face. All I see is a clownish smile masking her scheming desire towards one target in particular: me.

On the other hand, I was already dragging my entire weight upward, using a gnarled branch as a walking stick. I’m not used to all this prolonged walking. Much to my discretion, my stamina never prepared me for undertakings like these. They seemed better suited for boring hours in front of a desktop, typing paperwork. Yet another glimpse of who I am (besides being linked to Monster Realm). I can’t say. That’s why I’m journeying, to find out the truth.

“I got it, I got it, hold your oozes..”I huffed in reply. I managed to saunter for a few more seconds before practically throwing myself on a patch of grass growing beside her, bleary and dog-tired. I learned just recently that unlike the normal kind of green at home, Monster Realm grass embraces you like a pillow. The cozy vibe it emanates reminds me of my own bed, so I snuggle at it when I have the chance. However, we don’t settle for long on a particular spot. No matter where I go here in this crazed place, I’m a living target. For Mamonos.

From what Sebyl explained to me regarding that term two days ago during our travel at Sepin Falls, I’m pretty much enlightened on why she acts this and that towards me. All Mamonos are drawn to men, most of them on a hunt for husbands, and others, more often than not, seeking mana, or spiritual energy to put it simple (To Mamonos, mana is ambrosia, the sweetest kind of nectar, although most get it from one certain source: a man’s boner). Slimes are just one of the many humanoid she-creatures in Monstrum Regni. There are more. Way more.

And apparently, if I don’t watch my back, I’ll be snared by one and turned into an incubus, the ‘special’ thing Sebyl happened to mention; A man immersed in Mamono demonic energy, locked of age, cursed to be their ‘boy toy’ for the rest of my life. After that tidbit of info, I swallowed, lump after lump. Everything she said hit like an atomic bomb. I’m in a world where stuff of legends exist and boys run for their lives from girls. Point taken.

I still thank my lucky stars though. I haven’t seen any other kind of Mamono, except this cute (not to mention lewd) blue one who’s been tagging along with me since day one.

“How come you haven’t lost a single ounce of energy in you? We’ve been on Mt. Aithen for days.” I raised my head. “A Slime’s secret.” She winked on one eye and stuck her tongue out.

“Ha-ha.” I goaded. “And I suppose your weight is a secret, too. Although I suppose you may as well don’t weigh anything at all… ” Next thing I knew, I was flung off where I was lying, splat on a tree a few meters away. She whaled me in her embarrassment. “ AIYAAA! THAT’S PRIVATE!!” She blushed, burying her face in her palms. Oh-kayy… that’s going in the ‘Things I-Gotta Remember-‘Bout-Sebyl’ list: Asking about her weight? Big no-no.

I crashed on the ground, skidding on the tree trunk. I thought my soul slid out of my body with the sheer strength of her punch. Really, she’s stronger than she looks.

“AACK! MASTER!” She finally noticed me in a state of limbo and sped to my side. Somehow, it’s become music to my ears hearing her call me that. She rattled my shoulders repeatedly, but I stayed stiff as a rock, pretending not to move (Between you and me, I’ve gone nuts for her cute, anxious expression, so in times like these, I do this just to catch her in the act). “What should I do, what should I do??” I heard her mutter incoherently. She immediately snapped her fingers. “I know!”

An evil grin pervaded her as she whispered hotly into my ear, “Master..If you want service, I’m waiting…” From the slits of closed eyes, I could see her fingers inclined to undress her jacket (Technically, she doesn’t have to do that since her clothes are part of her slime, but you get the picture).

Two words. RED ALERT!

I bolted up real quick, teetering away, seething in anger. Blasts of steam jetted out of my ear. “NOT-IN-A MILLION YEARS!!!” I roared, unable to realize I’d gotten scarlet-hued. She laughed and tilted her head, and at once, my raging fury subsided. No matter what the circumstance is, I just couldn’t stay mad at her. “Kidding.”

“Ugh… Are you a loose screw or something?”

“Pooh. I was only livening up the situation. Can’t you play along, master?” “Not if the things you say aren’t that health-threatening.”

“Well..I knew you were peeking at me without my knowledge. Pervert.” “Wow.And that’d be the last thing I’d want to hear from you.”

I shot her a raised eyebrow. “Can you please explain why you can’t seem to drop that underhanded look?”

“Oh… just admit it..” She offered a sly look and strolled nearer. A certain aroma wafted in the air as she passed, like woman’s shampoo and cologne fused together. The scent made me halt. Sent a prickling feeling across my skin. Another one of her charm tricks.

Sebyl smiled wide. “I can tell. To have a cute, naughty girl like me on your side is a dream come true, and you’re just dying to lay your hands on me.”

Iscoffed, taken aback. “Seriously? We’ve been together for three days, and I haven’t even touched you in the slightest. And admit it, neither have you.”

“Really now?” Her grin grew wider. “You find it safe to be by my side?” “If I said yes, I doubt it would put a dent in our current standing.”

“Oh... I guess you never saw me milk mana out of you in your sleep.” I imagined a playing record skidding to a halt. “Come again?!”

“Oh my.. you don’t know? You always do a smug, dirty grin when I start stroking your pole. Does that mean... you think dirty thoughts about me while you dream?”

SH*T!

“SAVE ME YOUR WITTICISMS! I AM DEFINITELY NOT A CLOSET PERVERT!!” I bellowed, steam blowing out of my ears. At the same time, my world turned dim at the thought of what she said.

“Who am I kidding? I’m ruined...” Goodbye virginity. She burst into laughter.

“WHAT NOW?! LAY IT ON ME!! What else have you VIOLATED?!!”

“How troublesome... You’re so easy to manipulate, my dearest master.” I face-palmed with a groan. Even the way she jokes is crude.

“I know…. I’m a hopeless case of nerves..” I muttered right as she laughed her slime off. Is there not a single decent bone in her body? Oh yeah. There isn’t. Forget I asked.

“All this hullabaloo is making me sweaty.. geez.” I grumbled, brushing the lingering drops of sweat on my forehead, gazing at the gloom that lay before me.

“Let’s pause for a sec..” Sebyl’s nose perked up. Took a sudden whiff and flushed red on top of her normal hue. She had a look of frenetic longing plastered on her glassy, saphirical eyes, a look inching to peer pass my clothes.

“You smell so.... wonderful, cutie…. you make me hungry..” She shuddered in growing excitement. Her trembling hands were held down, as if she were controlling an urge to pounce. Drool fell down her lips, but she wiped it off in a hurry.

Op, it’s that time already. “Starving?” I offered. She nodded. I unzipped the bag I carried around and fumbled on its contents. Whipped out a cylindrical water jug, loaded to the brim with bubbly liquid (seriously, whatever’s in it, don’t ask), and without looking, tossed it to her waiting hands.

“Here you go.” I said, quaint as rain. “That’s all mine, for your convenience. Don’t go wastin’ it off.” Popping the lid open, she inhaled deeply and took a sip. Her eyes flashed, but then a hard frown arched where a smile should’ve been. “What’s the matter?” “Hmmph.“ She pouted, putting the lid back. “It’s not straight from the source.” “What do you mean ‘not straight from the source’?” I asked, eyebrows twitching in an irked fashion. She hid the jug in her embrace, far from my grasp. “How do I know this is yours and not just from some random man?”

“EXCUSE ME! We’re the only people---er- beings around for miles!”

“Even so...”Her upper lip curled.

“When did you do this?” She batted a suspecting eye. “Just this morning.” “Were you alone?” “If I were to minus a sleeping you, yes.” “Is that so?”

She made a face that said ‘I don’t believe you’. “Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaare...”

“Are you done interrogating, Sebyl? We don’t have all day to play mind games.”

“Hmm.. I want it from where it’s from.” Her eyes pointed down to my nethers. I covered it in a hurry, flushing in embarrassment. She licked her lips.

“What are you looking at?!”

“Master...” She started with a purr. “Will you let me have it? I want it so badly...”

“Oh no. You are not doing this to me again, Miss Sheena. I am not a SPERM BANK!” ”Aww PLEAAASE?” She pleaded, sniveling with a pair of puppy-dog eyes.

“Not falling for it, Sebyl. Oldest trick in the ‘Slime’ book.”

“Hmmph!” She turned her back and murmured, “Why are you so mean towards me? Stupid cutie.” I flicked her forehead in irritation. “OW! That hurt! What was that for?”

“That’s for calling me stupid.” I remarked, being frank. hands placed on my hips in a stern manner. “And also for not showing any self-control. You know the rules. This is how I’ll discipline you, dearest Sebyl.”

“Phooey. Master being high and mighty.. so unfair..” She folded her arms and sulked. I thought she was ready to admit defeat. However, a cruel grin from her told me this was far from over.

“In that case...”

She went goo-mode.

I tensed, a wave of panic leaving my throat tightened. This is not good. I turned to flee, almost stumbling as I hastened my broken steps. Too late.

Slime latched onto my feet, then it crawled up until my entire legs were enveloped, sealing my movement. A viscous, watery giggle echoed throughout the substance that was her. “CAN’T YOU STAY PUT FOR ONE MINUTE?!!” I spluttered in a mixed state of agony-slash-anger. Darn, anybody know slime control?

She chuckled, her lustful voice echoing throughout the slime even though she hadn’t formed a face. That response of hers wasn’t exactly reassuring. In fact, it made me more antagonized. “Your fault you’re not treating me like a lady.”

“Is that reason ENOUGH? You’re a lady alright, a seriously persistent one!”

“Don’t keep overestimating the situation, cutie. Look at the bright side.. You’re getting used to it.” She encouraged, unmindful I was flipping out.

“USED-TO—IT? You CAN’T BE“ Reforming from head to chest, she buried my head between her jiggling breasts. The minute I achieved contact, blood gushed out of my nose like a fountain.

Dark spots dancing on my field of vision signaled I was about to faint. “I ain’t letting go this time...” She licked my shoulders.

“You- LITTLE---“ My throat numbed. And, pleasure came knocking on my door again, lapping me up like a hapless dog. Arousal twisted me into immobility, just as I remembered it would when she first tried to dominate me.

Ok, believe it or not, this thing? It’s nothing short of normal. In the course of three days, this has been an unending cycle for her, and although my body is still not used to her forceful ‘finagling’, my mind speaks otherwise. Right now, I’m positive I know the way to make her heel.

I yanked my hand out of her growing ‘embrace of death’, and with my head looking away, I ambled forward, attempting to reach for something. As soon as I felt the touch of my target on my fingertips, I seized it and gently squeezed. Sebyl did a sudden jerking motion and an ecstatic squeal left her lips. Saliva streamed down her mouth. Her hold on me loosened, and I drew in a lungful of air.

“WHa-“ She broke off when she saw me. “YOU’RE S-SUCH A S-S-SNEAK, MASTER!!” Her color turned a shade darker while I kept a firm grip on (surprise, surprise) one of her boobies.

“LET—GO OR THERE’LL—BE MORE!!”

“SO... THAT’S HOW.. YOU WANT TO PLAY IT? UMMPH!”

“YEEOWW!! THAT’S BEGINNING TO HURT!”

“KyAAAA~!"

What ensued in the seconds following that was a bloody, sensual tug-o-war. As Sebyl tightened her rapturous hold on my body, I fought off clutching her weak spot, twitching it every time she made a move. None of us planned to throw in the towel. I know quite well that if one did, it’d be a shameless defeat. I didn’t let up, and neither did she. Lovely, indescribable noises shatter the atmosphere of the tranquil mountain.



What can I say? I gave up. I gave up after putting up a struggle, a struggle that ruined my code of ethics. That said, I never guessed this crude plan would work. Sebyl receded, and the expression painted on her was an expression of part-glee-part-shock. Chances are, she never anticipated I was hiding a trump card on my sleeve, let alone I was capable of accomplishing an act this... lewd. (Ugh.. Now that’s a part of my dictionary)

“Please tell me you’ve had enough.” I pleaded.

Except that last sentence, gasps were the only sounds coming out of my throat. My jittery knees ended up in a tangle so I slumped against an aged tree stump, exhausted from my ‘fight for freedom’. My energy was utterly drained. I feared she’d come waltzing towards me now that I’m down in the dumps, but then it seemed she wasn’t interested in that plan. She sprawled on the grass, panting as if out of breath. She lost her ‘ghetto’ and was once more, a nude, voluptuous woman appearance-wise. I glanced, then turned away tomato-red, avoiding to spot as much as a sliver of her body within sight.

Sucking the tip of her middle finger, she made a purring noise again. Sloshing sounds told me she was stirring. “Thanks for the meal.”

“Y-You call that a meal? I was practically fighting for my life, not to let you swallow me!”

“EH? Isn’t bonding with your servant a good thing?”

“Good thing, my FOOT! Next time you make a move like that, I’m heading for the hills!”

She stifled a giggle.

"You're enjoying this,aren't you?"

" I can't say I didn't."

I slapped my face in frustration. "How come I'm stuck with a perverted slime and not a tolerable one?" I muttered. My skin tingled at something thin tracing my cheek. Sebyl popped up from behind me, smiling innocently. “Ready for another then. master?"

I neatly dodged a slime tentacle about to nab my arm and made a cross-arm signal. “WHOA! This is where I say, BUTT ME OUTTA IT!”

“Fine.. I know when I’m not wanted anymore.” She sniffled, turning her back against me.I shook my head and sighed, and for no particular reason, patted her.

"Don't. ask. why."

"I know." I could tell she was smiling in glee. "You never do seem to run out of comments, cutie."

"Oh, quit the flattery.Sebyl, weren’t you going to tell me we’re almost there?”

She suddenly clapped her hands. “Oh! I was supposed to say that earlier!"

“Yeah..” I murmured. “Right before you went and pulled a mickey on me..”

“There it is.” She pointed at a distance. “Dulcis.”

My eyes followed her, squinting at the image in the middle of my field of vision dimmed by the raging sun. In the midst of a valley tucked between two enormous hills, was undoubtedly a village I have never seen before. It was crammed with wispy-looking farmhouses, piled one on top of the other, like honeycombs in a beehive. Surrounding it was a dense jungle of honey-colored palm trees.

"That’s Dulcis Mente?” I made a strangled attempt to chuckle. “It looks deserted.”

Sebyl laughed smugly. “As I told you, cutie, not everything is as it seems.”

"That doesn't sound anything near pleasant." I mused. I could feel she's been here before.

She looked around the treetops, pulled an underlying branch, and without warning, an underground passage opened up under my feet.

Under my feet?!

“Shoot.”

I fell. Down into the condescending darkness.

Darn Sebyl and her witticisms.

“SEBYL!!!!!!!” My cries, out of pure fear of the unknown, bounced off in the darkness, heard only by me....

Part 2--- To be continued..
SO, minna, itching for the 2nd part? Yes! Maybe not...