Hmm. This was originally only supposed to be four to five chapters, but it appears Suraimo really likes playing with her opponents. The usual NSFW and git-gone-if-you're-younger-than-18 rules apply.
Jackson in HRPG-World: 3-4 A Sticky Starting Scrap.
“Want a second service?” she asked. “How about I use these?”
She cupped her hands around her substantial blue breasts and squeezed them together.
Jackson’s cock sprang to attention in his pants.
Give it a rest, he thought. She’s made out of bright blue jello.
It’s not sexy.
She gave him a suggestive smile as she reached down and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor and Jackson’s erection flopped free.
Look. It’s not sexy.
His other head had a different idea on that. It bobbed around on the end of a hardening shaft.
Suraimo ran a tongue over plush blue lips and mischief glittered in her eyes. She crouched down until her swollen boobs were level with his waist. She held them apart and Jackson’s cock twitched in the space between them.
Suraimo brought her tits together with a wet splodge, sandwiching Jackson’s cock.
She absorbed his member. Jackson looked down and saw it resting between the transparent bulges of her enormous boobs. He felt their soft elasticity pressing all around him as Suraimo squeezed them together.
He saw the control panel is his mind again. A message he couldn’t read flashed up. There was a number, 4, he could read buried amongst the moon runes. He also noticed there was a green bar on the bottom left. Somewhere between a fifth and a quarter of its length dropped off the end.
Ah, so that must be his life bar. The one on the right must be hers.
So hit her.
He looked at the commands and tried to work out which one would allow him to do that.
Fuck it. Screw the control panel. She was kneeling in front of him—a sitting duck. All he had to do was lift up the massive sword and stab it straight down. Easy.
Okay, another unreadable message flashed up. But there were no numbers, no change to her life bar and the stupid sword remained resolutely nowhere near plunging down into her back.
“That doesn’t work when you’re bound,” Suraimo said.
She squished her boobs together and jiggled them around his cock. Jackson felt her soft curves rub against him. Another chunk fell off his life bar.
This wasn’t going right at all.
Hold on. It was a pervy Japanese hentai game. Maybe he was supposed to be using his other ‘sword’.
Instead of trying to pull away from her, he tensed his buttocks and thrust his hard cock deeper into the gelatinous substance of her chest.
Didn’t expect that, huh.
Suraimo smiled with delight. “So eager. Are slime girls your fetish?”
What? Wait . . .
Jackson realized he was completely stuck between her breasts now. He couldn’t pull out. They swelled up of their own accord and pressed tightly all around his erection.
“In that case I’ll give you a really pleasant service.” Suraimo smiled up at him with eyes full of filthy intent.
Her breasts throbbed around his cock. He felt it all the way down in his balls.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Suraimo said. “I’m not supposed to have a paizuri attack, but there’s only so many tentacle handjobs a girl can give out before it starts to get boring.”
Her boobs pulsed and her cleavage clenched tightly around him. So tight her breasts melted together and his cock was absorbed into the thick liquid suction of her body. Shudders ran through him. He erupted inside her. This time she helped him with the ejaculation. The molten swell of her breasts throbbed against him like bellows, prolonging his orgasm and drawing more semen from his cock even after he thought the flow was subsiding.
Mewling in pleasure, Suraimo wrapped her arms around Jackson’s ass and pressed her wet breasts into his lap. He continued to spurt inside the warm gelatinous substance of her chest. A dense white cloud was blooming inside her blue body and his knees were feeling wobbly. He couldn’t fall over; Suraimo had wrapped the whole of his lower body in curtains of thick, elastic slime.
“Oh, sugoi,” Suraimo sighed. Her eyes were shut and there was a red flush on her cheeks. Jackson had no idea where that had come from, it wasn’t as if she had blood vessels.
The flow finally ebbed away to a trickle and Jackson watched the fluffy white cloud dissipate through her body. Suraimo looked up at him, her eyes bright.
“You lost,” she said. “Time for your Bad End.”
The lines of her body softened and started to wriggle up Jackson’s exposed flesh.
He was back on the cloudy plane with the sad big tits angel. She opened her mouth to—
The big tits angel sent him back to the woodland path with a smile full of hope.
Suraimo was waiting for him. “You skipped the H-scene again,” she said. “I told you to be careful with the skip button. Now you’ll have to lose to me again if you want to see it.”
Not this time. Jackson was ready. No more surprise attacks gluing his feet to the floor. He was prepared. The moment she’d tried that shit he was going to jump—
Jackson’s feet were glued to the floor.
Motherfucker! How could she move so fast?
Suraimo giggled as her slime bubbled up between his toes and covered his ankles. A little bit of Jackson’s life bar fell away. She sent her layer of slime up past his knees and then dutifully waited for him to take his action.
Okay, let’s think about this. Jackson studied the control panel.
“Are you sure you understood Aerias’s instructions?” Suraimo asked.
“Shut it, I’m thinking,” Jackson snapped back.
Let’s be methodical about this. He’d tried the top option from both the first and second column and it hadn’t done anything. The second and fourth options on the left were grayed out and couldn’t be selected. What about the third option, the funny squiggle? He hadn’t tried that one yet.
He selected it.
His hips and legs moved of their own accord. He stepped backwards and this time the slimy constraints of her body felt more like wet mud than industrial strength rubber covered in super glue. He struggled free.
Suraimo clapped her hands and giggled. “Yay! You figured out how to get free.”
And now the tide turns.
to be continued . . .
"The tide turns?" I think you're being a wee bit optimistic there, Jackson.