Chapter VI – Lab Passion

Eori, the third princess of Sanbi, was in a Neferteri-sponsored hideout that served as a scientific lab. The nearest village, called Dead Fish, was at least thirty minutes’ walking or about ten minutes by carriage if you somehow knew where you were going. The main roads, or more precisely, the backroads around, were rough too, requiring travelers to be on the ready for wild animals—and the rare bandit that would pass by. The village itself was far off to the northeast of Sanbi Kingdom, on a peninsula that would take most of the day to get to—basically, the perfect place to do something surreptitiously while not being totally cut off from civilization. In her hands, a pinkish journal with a small metal Sanbi decoration hanging off it gave the impression to a passerby that Eori, in comfy pajamas with her loose purple hair, was reading off her diary, getting high off her deliriously written love notes.

In reality, her journal had in-depth notes about experiments she had planned for years, even the order in which she wanted to do them. Her journal was opened on experiment forty-one, titled No Breath Improvements. Eori, scratching her underboob, compared the resources written down with the myriad of curated macabre selection of jars around her. Her eyes searched for lakata, fihi gills, and barina lungs. Gabiro just kept the bare minimum in stock—is that how he researched? Just writing away hypotheticals? Eori shook her head, grabbing a jar filled with blackish water with two lines written on top of the cork. The first line stated Lakata, while the second was 1038 A.G. Adrian 84th. Eori cleaned off the bits of dust from the top with a nearby towel. None of these jars were produced this year. Eori looked around her, seeing most jars still filled to the brim with whatever they contained. Why was Gabiro fucking bothering storing all of these if he specialized in soul and ancient interfaces? Or was Mother expecting this to happen last year?

Meanwhile, grinding noises kept filling the background. It was Harry, shackled at hands and feet, grinding away nari stones. He silently glanced over at Eori, picking three macabre-looking jars and placing them on the table; two were filled with a blood-red gel-like substance with something fleshy inside, while the other was slightly blackish, filled with something fibrous-looking.

Which direction should I research first? Eori looked at her notes, seeing several possible directions written down, then kept on looking around at the wall of macabre jars, seeing if anything else tickled her scientific curiosity. For cost reduction, barina lungs are already the cheapest amphibian lung I can get. Gills, too—which leaves a fungi replacement for lakata. Tyr is quite similar and would reduce the cost by a whole pearl per five nari gels—but I have no fucking idea how to counterbalance the hallucinations. Eori grabbed a jar off the wall and glanced at it closer. The brownish water revealed mushroom slices floating around alongside tiny golden-yellow globules resembling tapioca pearls. Tyr does not reduce heart rate—what if I try reducing or mixing ratios and check if that has a one-to-one relation with potencies? She placed the jar on the table.

“E-Eori?” Harry subserviently asked, his voice strained as he seemed to put his body weight to stop the hefty grinder.

Eori chewed her fingernail, looking back at her journal. Her eyes kept reading, searching for something interesting, eventually finding one. Reintroduce or maintain the natural breathing reflex without affecting the urge to breathe? Eori looked at the macabre wall for an answer. Fuck. I forgot to research—

“Princess E-Eori?” Harry asked with a soft tone in his voice, holding a grounded nari stone in his palm. It had a bluish hue that glimmered magically—it looked like a ground-up version of a mana potion, at least for someone who didn’t know the scientific background and properties of nari.

“WHAT?” Eori snapped at Harry. Seeing the pile of ground-up nari offered to her, she walked up close and grabbed a bit with her fingers, rubbing them back and forth, checking the granularity. “Keep going. I need a dust-like appearance for nari gels.” She flicked his ear. “Don’t call me princess, you fuckwad! I’m a scientist.” She cleaned her fingers on his hair, leaving a dusty, shiny look. Princess my Sanbi ass. I never wanted that! She walked back to the morbid selection of gels, shuffling her purple hair out of her face.

“I’m sorry, scientist Eori,” Harry quietly stated, carefully emptying his hand back into the grinder.

This is what it means to be a scientist! Eori waved her journal towards Harry from across the room. “Today, we’re researching forty-one. No breath. Markets only sell the same variant nowadays, so either it is the best variant or they monopolize the market with shit tactics. I’m going to find out which one is true.”

Meanwhile, Harry seemed to strain as he tried to gain momentum moving the heavy grinder, but he immediately stopped when hearing Eori’s voice. Squinting at the journal she was waving towards him, he stood up and walked towards her, making metallic rustling noises with his shackles. Grabbing the journal with both hands, like he were receiving some sort of precious artifact, he glued the pages to his face, slowly glancing over the masterfully done handwriting that nearly looked like it came from a printer instead. “L—lakata?”

“Fungus. Best catalyst for lowering heart rate and reducing the urge to breathe,” Eori spoke after like she had memorized those words to heart.

“Fi-hi—fihi?” Harry’s tone seemed to grow worried as he kept on glancing at Eori’s straight face.

Another quick response from Eori ensued as she was still perusing through the jars, “Fish with a big snout. Uses electricity to kill its prey. Its skin is tougher than normal fish skin, including being able to dissipate elemental energy—or rather, absorb it like a shield.”

“Can—can I ask about barina?” Harry’s voice grew inwards, handing the journal back to Eori with both hands as he didn’t seem to dare bother her for too long.

A short sigh came from Eori, her hands busy looking for hidden jars amongst the macabre wall. “An amphibian. Jumps around on its hind legs. Lives and breeds in ponds.”

Speaking softly, Harry replied, “I-I guess like a frog? Then—can—can I ask why—why not use its skin rather than lungs?”

“Frog? What the fuck?” Eori stared at Harry with perplexed pink irises, then took her journal back swiftly. “Are you that fucking stupid?” Eori tapped the name on the page, nearly shoving the journal in his face. “No Breath means we’re tampering with the lungs! NOT THE SKIN!” Eori raised the journal above her head, gathering strength to strike Harry across the face—with part of her brain delaying the punishment as she felt a good tickle from seeing how growingly domesticated he had become. With her nose high in the air like a snooty celebrity, she said blatantly, “Anything else stupid to say? Huh?”

“Scientist Eori, I’m sorry—” Harry placed his shackled hands up midway in the air, not appearing to defend himself, but more like surrendering.

“SAY IT!” Eori struck the journal on his head with a vertical swing but didn’t convert all the potential energy into kinetic—making a soft thud sound instead of a loud smack.

“I thought maybe—maybe you can use the skin-breathing ability of fro—barina!” Harry kept his hands up.

Skin breathing? Eori paused; her ears didn’t believe what she had precisely heard. An annoyance within her began transforming into a scientific curiosity. She lowered her journal. “Explain yourself.”

“I remember that—like—frogs breathe through the skin and lungs. I feel like I learned it while I was young—like in school?” Harry lowered his shackled hands and stood still, tensed up as he looked down at Eori’s feet—perhaps still expecting a beating. “Just like earthworms—”

“What’s that?” Eori’s eyes now glanced around for barina skin along the macabre-looking jars. Her hands sprung into action, helping on the lookout. It didn’t help the matter that the jar her eyes hunted could be in different forms. Skins by themselves or mixed with other barina parts. For fuck’s sake! Who was the retarded who came up with the idea of writing the labels on the top? Her brain brought up memories of all the different barina skin colors and patterns she had seen before, which could also change depending on where they were harvested.

“Like—it lives on soil. It’s like a stringy thingy that wiggles around? No head or feet—I—used it to fish with? I-I think?” Harry kept looking down, speaking inwardly. “Did I ever fish?” slipped out at the end, sounding like a loud thought.

Breaking away from her mission, Eori flipped her journal to a specific page, and appended more translations at the end. Frogs = Barina. Earthworms = Culuim. Looking around through the macabre jars again, her eyes were on the hunt for something akin to that. “So you’re saying something like culuim?” Eori pulled out a jar filled with the usual blood-soaked gel, but this time it contained diced worm medallions about three times as thick as regular earthworms. The reddish brown flesh looked similar, but it had a sort of a carapace, or more like a thicker skin on its top—if that could be considered the top. The carapace-like skin of these worms looked deflated, with an empty space in the middle—looking like it could puff up with blood if they were alive. They also came in a few colors: red, yellow, blue, green, or purple. To the naked eye, this macabre jar had a strange candy-like vibe.

“Kinda—I think.” Harry came face-to-face with the jar, squinting his eyes to look deep into it. “Not sure if they were that big and colorful, though—”

A vivacious smile arose in Eori, feeling a happy tickle inside her innards as her mind couldn’t fathom how this concoction would perform. This is going to be fun! Eori tossed the journal at the table and pointed back at the grinder. “Go finish it! We’re experimenting shortly!” Eori’s hands were nearly moving on their own, grabbing mixing bowls from the walls and other utensils and laying them quickly on the table. There is something different about Harry—the growing list of strange words and the fact I failed to replicate his body hair are clear signs Gabiro did something. A single word loudly came out of her mouth, “FUCK!” She continued grabbing supplies for the experiment. I can’t believe I didn’t cross-check his baseline reaction before! That was fucking stupid of me! She grabbed another bowl. A vicious smile arose from ear to ear, feeling like a shot of pure exploratory energy was being injected into her veins. If he doesn’t perform baseline, then I will have an excuse to shift into completely exploratory research!

*Exploring nari gels is still far more interesting—*Eori used a spoon to grab an equal amount of lakata, fihi gills, and barina lungs from the serving bowl in her hand, then dumped it all down on Harry’s wide-open mouth. “Don’t chew it! Just swallow it already!”

Harry contained the gag reflex, seemingly trying to relax instead. His whole upper body recoiled as another gag came, but with a huge gulp, he looked to have powered through it. His face tightened even more, and his knuckles were white as he groaned from his nose, perhaps preparing for the worst.

“What are you feeling?” Eori poked Harry in the neck, trying to feel a bump above the shoulders, but her fingers just felt a tensed-up superficial muscle instead—or what gym buffs refer to as the sternocleidomastoid.

“I—not—sure?” Harry spoke through his teeth. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes a bit. He squinted, looking at his own body, then relaxed and wiped the leftover nari gel from his mouth. “It—just—like when you’re sick with the flu?”

“I don’t know what the flu is—use other words.” Eori mixed the bowl, preparing another spoon of equal portions. Another strange word for the list—

“I—like—feverish? Or when you suddenly exercise too much?” Harry coughed, but nothing came up. It sounded odd, like he had bronchitis. “My lungs feel weird. Like I just ripped a fat bong—” He coughed again, but this time looking to be straining so much his face was flushed red. Scratching his head amongst the coughs, he seemed to think out loud, “Wait—did I ever smoke?”

“Hold your breath.” Eori held her hand tightly around Harry’s wrist. This seems slightly above resting, although—likely nominal, given how much he’s coughing. She flipped a small sandglass resting by him.

Doing so, Harry opened his mouth and filled his lungs with a large breath, making a slight wheezing sound. He then held his breath, slipping out a cough here and there as he looked towards Eori. His eyes seemed unsure, but his unfurrowed brow did not appear as if he would refuse any orders.

Eori felt his constant heart rhythm, mostly unchanged from before he drew breath. Removal of the urge to breathe is baseline too. Eori kept looking at Harry, observing his subservient mood. “Keep holding!” She placed her hand on his warm, hairy chest. Why can’t I figure this shit out? Or does this directly correlate to the Buhraies spell Gabiro used? Eori subconsciously fiddled with his body hair, also feeling his rib cage texturizing his weakening muscles. She looked at the tiny timehunk sandglass, still away from its midpoint time-counting capabilities. Any moment now! She saw his eyes slowly growing distant while his chest still wasn’t moving up or down, just like she told him to do. He might break the baseline on this metric—

Harry rolled his eyes back, going limp and unresponsive; he didn’t even flinch or fight the urge to breathe—if he even had it. It looked like a relatively peaceful, voluntary action on his part to pass out on demand.

Eori observed Harry’s chest beginning to move slowly on its own. Breathing reflex is still there, so he is genuinely baseline to No Breath Tier I. Eori slapped Harry hard in the face. “Wake up already!”

A groggy Harry half-opened his eyes, twitching around as he stopped breathing again.

“Breathe faster! PANT! YES! Pant!” Eori kept tapping his chest.

An incomprehensible babble came out of Harry, who was now taking shallow breaths that were not even close to being as quick as a pant. He murmured something incoherent again, moving his shackled hand towards Eori.

Eori felt his hand half-punch, half-slap her clitoris as a shocking feeling made her entire body flinch, pushing her hips to swing backward, away from his reach. “Fuck off! Not right now!” She slapped his hands away, then shoved another spoonful from the serving bowl down on Harry’s gullet, nearly deep-throating him in the process.

Harry made a wet gagging sound. His whole upper body jumped forward, forcing him to sit up on the table. His hands held his mouth shut tight as new waves of gags visibly surged from deep in his belly, making his whole body cringe. As he breathed quickly through his nose, his skin grew pale and his dilated pupils looked at Eori, seemingly seeking salvation.

Eori touched his chest again, pushing him back to the table. “Lie back down!”

Cold sweat ran down his forehead. With a nod and a few gulps, Harry began to relax once again, lying back down. However, the relaxation this time didn’t last long—he groaned in pain, grasping his neck. The groan then turned into choking-like noises as if a ghost were strangling him.

Eori placed the bowl aside, observing the lack of movement in Harry’s chest again. “Close your mouth and breathe through your nose! Your breathing reflex has stopped—get your hand out of there!” Eori snappily said, shoving Harry’s hand away from his neck.

Each side of Harry’s neck developed a sizeable bony plate that looked to protect something within, only revealing a deep cut around its edges—just like the operculum of a fish gill.

Eori felt the hardness of the bony plate. Feels the same as when I did it on myself. Opening his mouth with her hand, she saw the bony plate open up, revealing a row of gills flushing with a mixture of venous and arterial blood—more of the venous side of things, though. She moved her head closer to the gills while moving Harry’s mouth towards the fost stone lamp. This allowed her to see the white light entering his mouth and lighting all the way into his trachea and out through the gills. Does look like what I expected.

“Now, breathe in and out through your nose!” Eori closed his mouth tightly.

Harry blinked with an open stare from the corner of his eyes towards Eori. He tried to say something, but only a wet gurgle came through.

Eori sighed. “It’s fucking simple! Press your tongue on the roof of your mouth, then slide it backward. Now breathe in through your nose!”

The gill-like structure in his neck closed tightly, but it wasn’t completely sealed. Another wet gurgle came out of him after he drew a breath. His shackled hands pointed at his neck.

“I know you can’t talk! I need to revert it first.” Eori reached out to a bluish nari gel close to Harry named Nari Refresher and spoon-fed two hearty servings to him.

With a gagless gulp, Harry began making loud, wet gurgles as his hands held his neck, trying to scratch it. Saliva bubbles poured from the sides of his mouth as he began coughing up even more spit.

“Stop fighting it. It will only take longer and make you weaker.” Eori watched Harry fight with what appeared to be another round of a ghost trying to choke him out.

Harry made a wet grunt, drawing a deep breath that sounded wheezy. He coughed like a chain smoker, bringing up what appeared to be a thick spit from his lungs. “I’m sorry—I tried to speak—”

“That’s expected. What else did you feel?” Eori now picked up the second serving bowl, containing nothing but red nari gel and worm medallions in different colors—it had a breakfast cereal vibe, perhaps a Halloween-themed one, as the blood-red liquid was totally off-putting. I’m fucking finally on the actual forerunning of science!

“My neck felt weird. Like the sides moved when you moved my mouth—like—like they were open?” Harry moved his shackled hands to feel his neck, now looking like a plain neck. “Even breathing was weird. Can—can I ask if that was actually a gill?”

Eori nodded with a spoon in hand, picking a worm medallion with a blue carapace. “Exactly. No Breath Tier Two, for most people, means you can temporarily breathe underwater by sucking water through your mouth and pushing it out through your neck gills or by keeping your mouth open as you swim. You would still need to surface now and then to breathe air.” Waving her hands towards Harry’s neck, she continued spilling out things in a factual tone, “The gills are not big enough. If you go Tiers Three and Four, more gills appear on your back, and you can use your diaphragm to move water around, but you can’t breathe air anymore. Felt anything else?”

“I didn’t feel the urge to breathe?” Harry rubbed his chest. “My lungs feel normal now, but they felt like—I had inhaled smoke? It—hurt to breath.”

Whatever Gabiro did, it’s not affecting the baseline. Still, what is the connection between Fake Body and the inability to repro his body hair? Eori looked back at the spoon she was holding. “Anything else?”

Harry shook his head and opened his mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed. His eyes closed again, seemingly ready to taste-test another exquisite nari gel.

Could that be an ability of his? Something akin to a new interface that tampers with other interfaces? Eori dumped the protein-heavy blue-carapace worm medallion breakfast cereal down his gullet. A bubbly feeling rushed through her body as her eyes attentively looked at every inch of his body. She could hear Harry trying to chew the raw, rubbery skin. “Dammit! I told you already to swallow it!” She held his mouth until he forced a gulp—like feeding a pill to a dog.

Rubbing himself against the table and his shackled hands throughout his body, Harry let out an anguished cry. “Itching! Itching! So—fucking itchy!” Harry could not stop scratching himself like a heroin addict. His whole skin was reddening like he had suddenly developed eczema—or had the pleasure of rubbing himself in poison ivy.

The inherited walking heart colors can’t be enough to interfere with it. Eori fed him another spoonful, this time containing a red-carapace worm because her hands could not hold back waiting for the complete Tier I transformation. “How about now?” She observed Harry grunting even more as his skin turned reddish brown, pouring thick sweat through every pore of his skin. She touched the sweat, feeling its sliminess similar to the consistency of a dog slobber. “Oh! It’s slimy already!”

Harry let out a higher-pitched cry mixed with pleasure when Eori touched him. He shivered and squirmed in a weird state of bliss—if it can be called that.

With mischievous laughter, Eori rubbed her finger down Harry’s chest and stomach, picking up slime along the way. “Are you still itchy?” She checked the consistency of the slime running down her finger, growing colder and thicker as she played with it.

Tensing up, Harry let out another higher-pitched pleasuring cry. “Nooo—now—it’s just—gross and wet!” The worm in his boxers was growing, pitching up a tent on its own in the middle of the scientific experiment on the fringe of scientific curiosity—with a side of perversity for added taste.

Eiri had a mischievous, vicious smile looking at his erect worm imprinting itself on Harry’s whitish boxers. She couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear, so much so that her cheeks were nearly hurting. She bit her lips, holding back the excitement enveloping her body of truly stepping into the forerunning of science. She peeked into his boxers and saw what had to be a petrified worm attached to him, having the same color as the rest of his skin. What made this worm different was that it had a slightly right crook. Is it all skin, then? She then pried his mouth open and noticed the inside of his mouth was also turning the same color and wavy texture. Is it because I am feeding the medallion instead of just worm skin? She rushed another spoon into his mouth, containing another blue-carapace worm medallion. “How about now?”

Harry’s skin grew wavy like an earthworm and even more slimy. Slime poured over his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. He kept spitting the slime away, clearing his nose and spitting even more, letting gargled words out, “I-ca-t-s-e!” He slowly moved his hands towards his eyes. “I’m—c-d! Ev-h-ig—s-ni-tie—” His voice was breaking up amidst wet, slimy choking sounds.

“You’re sensitive? Like here?” Eori, with reddening cheeks, flicked her finger right on the tip of the worm.

“A-H-HH-HH-H-H-HH-H-HH—” Harry let out a massive spit from his mouth as a loud orgasmic scream reverberated in the room. His body shivered for the next few seconds. His unfocused eyes and small but audible spasms looked like he was in a trance. His hips thrust forwards on their own while his feet curled inwardly.

The sensitivity by itself is already an excellent Nari Gel opportunity! A few research papers too! Eori fed a fourth spoon, containing a purple-carapace worm medallion alongside the usual bloody red gel. “This is the last one!”

Harry’s skin grew even wavier, while the skin in his back grew baggier and purple-colored, mimicking rather close the carapace of the culuim. A groan came out of him as he now seemed immobile. He opened his mouth, seeking air like a dying fish. A bubble of slime formed then popped—apparently just like his conscience as he went limp again.

“SHIT!” Eori put the bowl aside, grabbed the same bluish nari gel called Nari Refresher, and emptied the bottle down Harry’s gullet.

Harry came back to life with a groan and heavy twitching as his skin changed back to human, but this time it looked like he was shredded. His dehydrated skin was showing the finer details of all superficial muscles in his body, while the slime that was being spewed by his skin gave him a shiny look—he looked like an oiled strawweight fighter that pushed the boundaries of cutting water weight a bit too much.

“We need to do another round with just the worm skin and lakata!” Eori bit her lips as excitement tickled her scientific brain with a plethora of possibilities of what could happen. “Not bad, Harry!”

Meanwhile, Harry seemed to have some slight smile going on, but he didn’t seem capable of doing anything else. “W—ater—” A noise in the form of a word came out of him, sounding like he was tethering between life and death.

*That makes sense. Won’t sell well in Gandew then—*Eori grabbed a vial of black honey on her way to the sink, popped the cork, and poured it into a cup. Or something I can research into how to counteract.

Eori covered Harry’s mouth after feeding him four spoonfuls of an experimental red nari gel mixed only with lakata and worm skin blue carapace. She couldn’t stop smiling, seeing the grains of sand in the tiny timehunk sandglass counting away the time far past the previous baseline. I can’t believe I never thought of using culuim skin and lakata!

With a slight nod, Harry’s teary bloodshoot eyes kept blinking away, seemingly trying to push out the irritating thick slime permeating from all over his wormy skin around his eyes. His whole body shivered enough to make the shackles in his hand and feet rustle against the table soaked in slime, while the saggy bluish skin hanging from his back looked like a painted ballsack sagging on a muggy summer day.

I cannot believe other scientists haven’t figured this out. At this rate, I will be well-known in a matter of weeks! Eori kept smiling, looking at Harry with a glimmer in her eyes as he was still shifting about. C’mon already! She watched the remaining grains of sand stubbornly plopping into the glass bulb below slowly. If I reach through the entire tiny hunk, I need to create a uniform for my debut as a scientist! Her impatient mind filled the passing time with a familiar voice that echoed from deep within. In exchange, you will outdo yourself to be a far better queen than your other sisters. It was her mother’s voice, the queen of Sanbi. She squeezed Harry’s mouth tighter as hearing her voice immediately chipped away at the fun she was having. A brew of emotions made her want to punch someone’s throat, but doing so would screw up her experiment.

In an apparent response to Eori’s hand pressing his mouth down, Harry’s shifting about grew worse with a muffled squeal trying to slip out from her tight grip. His own hands harshly danced in the air, half-heartedly reaching out to slap away Eori’s hand, but failed to do so, or perhaps avoided doing so, when his bloodshot wide eyes stared at her smile turning upside down.

Seeing images of herself stuck in back-to-back mentor classes, going from boring-ass in-depth lectures of kingdom history to grandiose life stories of past and current people in power, Eori shook her head, trying to flush away those vivid life-draining memories. She will listen to me when I rake in enough balls to fill the kingdom coffers—

Lowering his shackled hands, Harry kept making small, muffled sounds that slipped through Eori’s hand while he still shivered away.

Eori looked at the nearly finished sandglass, still slowly counting time away. Body-heat loss will be a problem. Her hands were getting colder from the slime, feeling a vibration from Harry’s shivering. That vibration seemed to tickle something on the nonscientific side of her mind; why am I using my hands anyways? That funny tickle began transforming into a whooshing feeling in her lower belly. Her breasts rubbing against her pajamas felt like a good kindle of tickle, too, fueling a desire growing in her mind to reach new scientific grounds in a few particular under-researched subjects. The closer the last grains were to fall from one bulb into the other of what is commonly called the time counter, the more psyched her entire body felt. “FUCK, YES!” With her free hand, she grabbed the sandglass and nearly shoved it into his face. “I did it!” She chucked it away and let go of him. “Breathe!”

Harry, being released from her grip over his mouth, started breathing as demanded, pulling air in and pushing it out of his nose as if holding his breath until now was like nothing. His red, slime-soaked eyes widened even more than before, seeing a girl with long purple hair named Eori quickly undressing in front of him like he wasn’t even there, throwing her pajamas to the side without a care. He then squinted his eyes to stare openly at her perked-up nipples, deliriously calling to be sucked on. His head moved towards the left, still staring at the same girl undressing in her comfy pajama pants—no cute girly underwear to speak of, though.

Eori looked at Harry with a vicious smile forming in her mouth. She couldn’t contain a tickling sensation rushing through her body. “Let’s celebrate!” She turned her back to him, and with a leg high up above the table, she climbed on it with a jump and squatted over him, akin to a hucklebuck position.

Looking deeply into her muff and blinking bunghole slowly coming down on his face, Harry shook violently on the table. He tried to move away, but his saggy, sensitive, slimy skin alongside her hands pinning his own down against his chest made it impossible—he probably knew it was a losing battle.

With a squishy wet sound, Eori’s privates plopped into a cold, slimy face. With a jerked motion, she let out an orgasmic hum as the cold slime felt like jumping into a cold pool. Unlike a cold pool, the warmth of her privates quickly warmed his excess facial lube, allowing her to feel the groovy wormy skin rubbing against her labia. “Ow, fuck, this will sell like candy!” She thrusted her pelvis on his face, giving out another moan. The slime had an odd wet feeling, but it made thrusting on his face far smoother. Even his rubbed nose, sloppily moving about, penetrating her and hitting her clitoris felt like nothing else she had felt before—to be fair, not like she had much experience anyways, since he was her first lab soreno to play with. Her mind flooded with memories of boys she wanted to play, or rather, experiment with, but her bitchy mother would never allow her to release that pent-up experimental curiosity tickling inside her brain. She felt a mental orgasm as the continued liberation of her deep desires catapulted her to now be on the cusp of becoming a renowned scientist. She also felt coming closer to a physical brink, enjoying being present and alive like never before as her body clenched. Her eyes then saw the same bump on Harry’s boxers appear again, revealing how excited his lower worm was. With a laugh amongst the sensual moans, she flicked it with her finger. “You fucking perv!”

Harry’s body suddenly looked like he was having an epileptic attack. Muffled squeals reverberated from Eori’s privates, exactly where his face was.

Eori let out a large moan, freezing her hip swinging midway as Harry played with her slit like he was doing a harmonica solo. “Aw! Like that! Yes!” She panted while she bit her plump lips, feeling an intense relief permeating through her body. After the feeling started to subside, her eyes then mesmerized at how intensely his right-slanted worm throbbed, and his entire body jolted uncontrollably. Is this involuntary movement? She peeked inside his boxers, seeing his worm surrounded by a pool of white stuff as its throbbing pace began to settle down. Is that a lot? She took her hand out of his boxers and whipped it away in Harry’s slimy belly. “Harry?” She shifted her body forward, seeking an answer as he now seemed only to be spasming around rather than the wild reaction from before. That was far more intense than last time.

Harry’s spasms kept coming and going in cycles, with each cycle looking weaker than before. “Arjun yg—” Harry spoke with a limp jaw, sounding like he was speaking in tongues—or probably he was entirely out of it.

“Raise your right hand!” Eori continued to observe his spasms. His right hand jerked once, then went limp. Eori jumped off the table and approached the serving bowl atop the nearby writing desk, now tantalizing her to indulge on it too. It can’t be that sensitive! He has to be full of shit! She picked a spoonful, took out the lakata pieces with her hand, then gulped it down like nothing—not even the rubbery texture or excessive earthy taste mixed with the blood of this experimental nari gel bothered her palate that much. “Fucking breathe!” She stood by Harry and slapped his slimy chest, all while her skin transformed. The transformation’s pain and itchy feeling were there, making her clench her face, but her mind was more focused on analyzing how sensitive she was becoming. She could feel her heartbeat pulsating in her privates, almost making her body reach new heights of euphoria from just that feeling alone.

Harry now seemed to trend towards a half-conscious, half-unconscious state. His eyelids were going from closed to half-opened, then back to shut, as his irises seemed unresponsive.

“Fucking breathe quickly!” Eori approached closer, slapping Harry in the face. “I don’t want to waste a revival!” She hit him harder.

Harry gasped with his mouth open wide, suddenly jerking his limbs around as life returned to his eyes. His left hand shook outwardly, accidentally bull’s-eyeing Eori right in her clit.

An unexpected shock rocked Eori to her core, sending such an overbearing orgasmic jolting tension through her body that all her muscles clenched up tightly, sending her backward as if tased in her privates. The surprise was so much that her conscience flashed briefly, and she felt like she had teleported to the floor. She bent over to a fetal position as waves of these intense feelings rocking her body made her spasm repeatedly. It was so fierce that they swung past pain into pleasure, then kept going until it became pain again. She could feel the cold hard floor only when these waves grew milder. Her mind was empty for a few seconds, and her body tensed to the point that breathing was nearly impossible. Fuccckk—that was way too much! Eori popped herself belly-up on the floor, panting. She could still feel a lingering shock that throbbed her privates with each heart pulse. With the feeling coming back into pleasurable range, she stared at the stone ceiling with a vicious smile on her grimy face. This nari gel will make people sing my name as far as Newland! I can’t believe I discovered such a winner so early on! She felt a moist sensation around her body as the feeling of the cold hard floor grew more prominent in her brain.

She took her arm off the floor, looked, and smelled the droplets of a yellowish liquid dripping off her arm. Eww! I pissed myself! She sat on the basement floor, feeling more at home than back at Sanbi Castle. Mother will regret not giving me this earlier on!

Eori smiled viciously again, standing up and looking at her either passed-out or pretty dead-looking worm-skin lab soreno. Shit!