First Trouble (Part I)

"Finally." I breathed a sigh of relief as the woman emerged from the water, dispelling the tension that had built up during the wait. Without hesitation, I hastened toward her, eager to initiate contact.

I realized that my actions might appear suspicious. After all, she had just finished bathing in the wilderness, and I had been stealthily observing her from a distance. While my view had been limited, I couldn't discount the possibility of her feeling violated by my hidden surveillance.

As I closed the distance between us, anticipation mingled with disbelief. My mind had been racing with questions about her prolonged stay in the river, questioning her sanity. Yet, as I drew near and finally saw the figure before me, all thoughts ceased.

"How is this possible?" The words hung in the air, a testament to my astonishment as I beheld the mysterious figure before me. The sight defied explanation, leaving me stunned and bewildered.

"Pui! Pui!" My surprise exclamation elicited a head tilt from the shadowy figure, who danced a playful smile across its features as it observed my reaction.

To my astonishment, the figure before me was not human. It was a slime masquerading as a human. In the darkness of the night, its outline appeared humanoid, its translucent blue hue blending seamlessly with the surroundings. Unaware of its true nature, I had failed to recognize the potential danger posed by this creature.

Finding myself in this surreal scenario, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that I had stumbled into a scene straight out of a hentai. Before me stood a slime girl, her voluptuous form on full display, every curve exaggerated by her gelatinous movements.

Though her appearance was alluring, I knew all too well the direction this encounter could take. With every instinct screaming at me to flee, I resisted the temptation of whatever offer the slime might extend. Deep down, I knew that yielding such desires would only tarnish my pride and lead to regret.

Despite her harmless guise, her smile had an unmistakable air of malevolence. Whatever her intentions, I was certain that engaging with this monster would only lead to trouble.

As panic surged through me, I made a split-second decision to flee, relying on sheer instinct to propel me away from the slime. I sprinted with every ounce of strength, desperately hoping to outpace my pursuer.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath, glancing over my shoulder to see the slime hot on my heels, matching my speed with uncanny speed. It seemed to be reveling in the chase, almost as if playing a game of tag.

As the adrenaline-fueled pursuit continued, I considered changing direction to throw off the slime. However, the reality of my physical limitations quickly dashed that plan. Unfit and unprepared for such exertion, my body protested at the mere thought of sharp turns.

Frustration and resentment bubbled within me as I cursed the circumstances that had brought me to this strange world. The comforts and conveniences of modern Earth had left me unprepared for physical exertion, and my stamina was depleted after a mere half-minute sprint.

Despite my efforts to evade it, the relentless slime continued to pursue me, its playful smile mocking my struggle. With my options dwindling, I knew that running was futile. Summoning whatever resolve I could muster, I came to a sudden halt, turning to face the blue slime with a defiant glare. However, it was difficult to maintain a stern expression in the face of its bizarre appearance.

The unexpected pause in the slime's pursuit left me momentarily bewildered, questioning its intentions. Had my instinct led me astray? Or was this merely a ploy to catch me off guard and ensnare me effortlessly?

As I pondered my next move, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. How does one defeat a slime? Its composition, mostly water, posed a unique challenge. Would striking it cause its watery form to disperse, or would it simply regenerate?

Frustration gnawed at me as I grappled with these thoughts. I longed for a simpler, more instinctive approach in moments like these. Yet the reality was severe. I couldn't afford to act rashly, knowing the potential consequences of my actions.

With limited options, I scanned the ground for any available weapon. My eyes settled on a rock, the only throwable object within reach.

As the slime resumed its advance, growing impatient with my inaction, I braced myself for the inevitable confrontation. When it drew near, I hurled the rock at its head, hoping for some semblance of success.

However, my hopes were dashed as the rock passed straight through the slime without causing any harm. A sinking feeling washed over me, and I realized the futility of my efforts. At that moment, I knew I was in deep trouble.

Fueled by a surge of adrenaline, I dashed away once more, seizing the opportunity to catch my breath. Yet, just as I felt a glimmer of hope, my legs became ensnared in a viscous substance, causing me to stumble and collapse onto the unforgiving ground.

"Fuck..." I cursed under my breath as I struggled to regain footing, only to find the slime looming dangerously close. Its face was mere inches away, and I could feel its cool, gelatinous presence against my skin.

Without warning, the slime began to caress me with a cold and clammy touch, sending shivers down my spine. Despite its seemingly seductive appearance, the sensation was far from enticing. Instead, it filled me with disgust and unease. At that moment, all I wanted was to escape the clutches of this repulsive creature.

Seizing the opportune moment when the slime was momentarily distracted, I unleashed a powerful kick aimed at its neck with all the force I could muster. The impact was devastating, severing the slime's head from its body, and I wasted no time fleeing.

I sprinted recklessly, refusing to glance back until I was certain I had put enough distance between myself and the creature. Only when exhaustion forced me to halt did I dare to look over my shoulder, relieved to find no sign of pursuit.

Breathless and trembling with adrenaline, I realized I had narrowly escaped danger, but at a steep price—the loss of my temporary sanctuary.

"DAM, YOU SHITTY WORLD!" Frustration and anger boiled within me, and without hesitation, I unleashed a crude scream of defiance into the forest, uncaring of the consequences. At that moment, I was just a human, raw with emotion and driven by survival instincts.