I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 170 - Slow Transition

After sharing a slower moment with my fierce sharkgirl mate, letting Meru pamper me gently with everything she has to offer, I finally get some well-deserved rest. I assumed Neira would be the one closing the party but she just sends me a warm smile while still doing her magic behind the easel. It's a breath of fresh air to see one of my wives not throwing herself at my bone like a starved dog on any given occasion. I'm sure she would gladly join in on the fun but uses her painting as an excuse to let me catch my breath.

While doing exactly that, Emi and Safi, who are still combined together, switch their form into that of a bed again. All the women, save for my Dark Elf artist, jump onto the bouncy mattress and surround me with their alluring bodies. It feels a tad awkward with the only parts of mine protruding from the slime being my face and cock, but I do get to enjoy the quite magical view of having them look at me from above with loving smiles.

Of course, Neira doesn't waste any time and gets right to capturing another scene to immortalise my life.

The thought about my position inside the elastic bed makes me realise that I haven't really heard anything from the two devoted Slimes making it up. Asked about that, the girls explain that Safi and Emi don't seem to be able to get through to me with Whispers due to my weakened, chaotic state. And, since they are my bed, lacking crucial parts such as lips, they can't really speak. I'm told that they don't mind it and will continue helping my body relax as much as they can.

So, I slowly recover as we chat a little. Of course, with my current position, it doesn't surprise me that a hand or two wanders towards the firm tower in the middle of the bed during these conversations. It would be way too much to expect them to stay completely away from that specific area, especially taking into consideration the fact that Lianne is present. Thankfully, they do spare me from anything more intense and draining.

After regathering enough of my bearings, using up a lot of potions, pills, meds, and everything that can speed up my recovery, I get up and move to see what Neira has come up with in the meantime. Though, saying get up is a bit stretching it. It's Safi and Emi who shape themselves into a full-body suit and drag me around whenever I ask them.

Slimeman: Return of the Raging Boner.

With vengeance!

All of us gather near the talented Elf's station and examine her craft. She has made a bunch of neat sketches, mostly completed drawings, and even started setting up the groundwork for entire paintings. No surprise, she's captured every single position the girls have used on me while I was a chair and a bed. These are going to be a collection. Maybe we can even put them in an entire hallway back at home if we cut my face out or something. Many techniques displayed by the sketches are quite enticing.

But, that's a thought for another time.

Wishing to finally get out of Lianne's Love Lodge, my perfect wives allow for that and escort me into the ship. I do argue a little about my clothes, or the lack of them to be precise, but I fail to achieve anything in that regard and surrender myself to my exhibitionist fate. At least, I feel like I'm starting to regain more control of my important parts, forcing the beast down so as not to slice through the air as I walk around.

The last thing I want right now is to entice an entire ship of horny sea women with my dangling stiffy.

But, the girls we stumble onto smile at me joyfully and happily, clearly glad to see me back up, even if I have to walk with a full-body support suit. I thank them for keeping the ship in a ready state and helping with everything they can while they share their thanks for my valiant fighting. I'm sure everyone has heard the details about the last battle by now.