Slime -Bodyjack- bikini college students Aoi Shiozaki episode 2 (Patreon)

"…Hngh… itchy…?"

Clumsy fingers fumbled at the sleeves of the hoodie. The fabric’s tightness felt wrong—annoying, restrictive. The slime’s primitive mind deemed it unnecessary. It wanted it gone. To dissolve, to strip away. No reason beyond that.

"Nn… ah…"

With sluggish, exaggerated swings, it tugged one arm free. The sleeve caught, pinching skin—but pain meant nothing. The slime didn’t process it. Instead, the friction of fabric dragging over flesh sent strange, tingly pleasure rippling through its form.

"…Fwuh?"

One arm liberated, it wriggled the other loose. The hoodie slid down pale shoulders, revealing more of the white bikini beneath. Concepts like cold or shame didn’t exist here—just the primal urge to remove obstacles.

"…Bleh."

A tongue poked out in something resembling triumph. The hoodie hung at the small of its back now. One last wiggle—

"Nn—fwah!"

—and it pooled on the sand, abandoned.

Sea breeze kissed newly exposed skin, trailing over collarbones, down the curve of its chest. Pleasant. The slime reveled in the sensation, simple and pure.

Sunlight glistened on sweat-slicked skin.

Bikini-clad.

Uninhibited.

Free.

(…the string. The string on her back.)

Shiozaki Aoi’s bikini knot was coming untied. The thin ribbon, already loosened by sea spray and sweat, frayed further as the slime writhed in its unfamiliar body. Annoying. Unnecessary. Anything that constrained this vessel was an obstruction to be removed.

"Nn… ah…"

Clumsy fingers groped behind, grasping at the damp tie and pulling blindly, without finesse.

"…Ssnap."

The ribbon came undone.

The white fabric slid down, the bikini top sagging before slipping fully—only catching momentarily on erect nipples, clinging precariously.

"…Fwuh?"

A tilt of the head. Something still clung to this body. The slime squirmed, arms swaying, torso twisting—anything to shed the last stubborn barrier.

"Nngh—ahh~! ♡"

The fabric snagged against sensitive flesh, stretching tight. To the slime, this was neither pain nor pleasure, merely a step in the process. But the flesh—Aoi’s flesh—had other ideas.

"Hya…! ♡"

Her back arched involuntarily, a jolt of electric sensation shooting through nerves suddenly alive. The friction amplified with every slight movement, the drenched fabric achingly slow in its descent—until finally—

Plop.

It joined its companion on the sand.

Exposed—unyieldingly bare—to the elements. The sea breeze teased pert nipples, each gust rippling across flushed skin. The slime didn’t register the pleasure. Only the satisfaction of unrestricted movement.

Now only the bottoms remained.

A glance downward.

"…Also… in the way."

Fingers hooked into damp fabric, peeling—

The wind caressed her bare skin.

A current of air wrapped around her completely—this sensation was new. The discarded bikini crumpled underfoot as her toes dug into the sand, grains pressing against soft soles. A faint chill traveled up her arches, while salt-laden winds teased aroused peaks, curling around the dip of her waist.

"…Ah…"

An inaudible breath slipped out. Slowly, she spread her arms, fingers splayed, letting the breeze dance between them. That heavy, restrictive feeling—whatever had been binding her before—melted away. Shoulders, collarbones, ribs—every shift of bone beneath skin became an acute, intoxicating awareness.

"Nn… fwaa…"

Her breasts swayed slightly, the weight of them a newfound pleasure in their unhindered movement. The nipples, teased by open air, stiffened gradually—and even that sensation was revelatory. Cupping her own softness, she marveled at the heat, the plush resilience beneath her palms.

"…H-hot…"

Sunlight bathed her bare back in slow, creeping warmth. When she twisted her hips slightly, the insides of her thighs brushed—a new sensation entirely. Cold spray from the waves lapped at her kneecaps, sending little jolts of pleasure-prickles dancing up her nerves.

Sinking onto the sand, legs parted, the softness between them met the grains directly—ticklish? electric? She couldn’t place it. Leaning back on her hands, her chest rose prominently, fully bared to the relentless sun.

"Ha… ah…"

Eyes fluttered shut as she arched further, watching the orange dance behind her eyelids. Every pore alive, every nerve alight.

No thoughts.

Just this—raw, unfettered freedom.

The crash of waves. The scent of salt. The wind tracing every curve.

Nothing interrupted. Nothing restrained.

For the first time…

Just this body.

Just this moment.

—Just pleasure, unshackled.

"…Huh?"

She combed her fingers through her wind-tossed hair when she suddenly noticed the warmth blossoming in her chest. Pressing her palm against her skin, she could feel the heat—a comforting glow that seemed to pulse from within.

"What is this…?"

Curious, she traced delicate circles with her fingertips. The softness of her own skin was mesmerizing, the warmth intensifying with each touch. When she pressed in slightly, the supple flesh yielded and bounced back—an inexplicably pleasant sensation that made her do it again.

"…Feels good."

Her own voice, so clear and effortless, surprised her. The fog that had clouded her thoughts before was lifting. Her mind felt sharpened, words forming with sudden ease.

"Ah… I… I can speak properly now?"

Even as she marveled at the change, she found herself reveling in it—the natural flow of words, the tone of her voice. It felt right, like she’d been speaking all along. And saying things out loud—it felt incredible.

"Amazing… I can really talk…"

A breathy laugh escaped her before she realized it. The joy of language, coupled with this liberating warmth in her chest, left her feeling impossibly light, unshackled.

"Maybe… I can feel even better…"

The thought sent her fingers roaming again, gliding over heated skin. The warmth spread, loosening her body, clearing her mind further.

"Ahah… it’s so nice…"

Laughter bubbled up—easily, effortlessly. For the first time, words flowed without hesitation, and speaking them felt as natural as breathing. Between the heat in her chest and the thrill of her own voice, she was submerged in an entirely new world of sensation.

"Ah… Hah…! Th-This is… incredible…!"

Her voice cracked as her hips jerked off the sand. Trembling fingers pinched and twisted the hardened peaks ruthlessly—each tug sending violent shudders down to her curling toes. Her untouched sex pulsed in time with the rough play, growing slicker with every cruel twist.

"Ngh…! T-This body… feels so good!"

She groped herself wildly, kneading soft flesh that spilled between her fingers like dough. A sinful laugh escaped swollen lips as she dragged ragged nails over sensitized areolae, watching her thighs jump at the sensation.

"Human females… get this excited just from this…?"

A fingertip traced circles around a stiffened bud - too light, too teasing - before scratching downward with just the edge of her nail. Her back bowed off the ground instantly, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her thighs clamped together. The sticky heat between them had become impossible to ignore.

"More… I need to know more…!"

Obsessive fingers returned, circling with bruising pressure before suddenly twisting -

"GYAH~!♡"

Her entire body convulsed, toes digging trenches into the sand. Overstimulated nerves screamed, but her hands wouldn't stop - groping, kneading, demanding that exquisite suffering continue. Breasts flushed an angry red, nipples swollen to aching points beneath her merciless attention.

"Ah… Aahn~!♡ I-It's too much… but I can't… stop…!"

Saliva dripped from her chin as she pistoned her hips against empty air, chasing the building fire with mindless instinct. There were no thoughts left - just all-consuming need, and the devastating pleasure of this stolen body unraveling beneath her touch.

The Naked Girl on the Beach Had Long Since Lost Any Trace of Human Reason

Shiozaki Aoi’s body gleamed under the scorching sun, sprawled wantonly across the golden sand. Her legs splayed obscenely open, thighs glistening with slick arousal. Each rough squeeze of her own breasts sent sweat-slicked skin glinting, her swollen nipples stiff and trembling at the barest brush of air.

"Ah… Nngh! M-More…! Feels so good…!"

Her moans melted into the sea breeze. She no longer cared about being seen—no, the very concept of shame had been erased from her mind. There was only this: the relentless torture of her own nipples, pinching and twisting, pulling and rolling. Every cruel motion made her hips jerk, her thighs quiver, her dripping sex darken the sand beneath her.

(…What the hell…?)

From behind a distant rock, a man’s breath caught in his throat.

A completely naked girl, lost in pleasure, groping herself like an animal—

It shouldn’t be real. But the body writhing before him was undeniably flesh, the way her tits spilled between her fingers, the way her thighs trembled as she spread them wider, the way her lips parted in a drooling, mindless grin.

(…Shit, this is…)

His throat clicked as he swallowed hard.

Aoi’s fingers dragged over her nipples, scratching lightly, then yanking—

"Hyaa~! Nngh, nn…!"

Her back arched violently, her thighs clamping together for just a second before falling open again, even wetter than before.

(…I shouldn’t be watching this…)

But his eyes refused to look away.

Aoi’s hips rocked mindlessly, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps. It was obvious—she was close, just from playing with her nipples. The man’s hand slid down his own pants before he could stop himself—

"Ah…! Aahn~! M-More…!"

Aoi’s voice pitched higher, desperate. She grabbed her own breasts with both hands, squeezing hard, her fingers digging into the soft flesh before suddenly—pinching her nipples between her nails.

"Nngh…! A-Ah…! T-Too much…!"

Her legs snapped wide open, her pink, glistening slit fully exposed.

(…No way… Is she gonna cum just from this…!?)

The man’s breathing turned ragged.

Aoi’s body was at its limit—her hips jerked uncontrollably, her toes curled into the sand, her thighs quaking.

"Nngh…! A-Ahh…! I-I’m… gonna…!"

Drool spilled from her lips as her eyes rolled back—

And then, with one final, brutal twist of her nipples—

She came.

he pleasure erupted from deep within—a place she'd never known existed.

The moment Shiozaki Aoi's fingers pinched, something shifted inside her. A heat, pulsing from her very core, sending shockwaves through her lower belly. Her hips jerked violently, toes curling into the sand as her thighs trembled.

"Nn… ah…? W-What… is this…?"

Her voice wavered in confusion. This sensation was different—deeper, hotter, wrong. Like something buried inside her had ignited—her uterus tightening in slow, molten pulses.

"Ah…! I-Inside… me…!"

Her fingers twisted harder, nails dragging over stiffened peaks, as if trying to reach that buried pleasure with her touch. Her hips rolled mindlessly, her sex clenching hungrily, wetness dripping shamelessly between her trembling thighs.

"Nngh…! A-Ah…! Th-There… feels too good…!"

Her womb pulsed—contracting in slow, blissful waves, like an unseen force pulling her deeper, deeper. Pleasure coiled tight at the base of her spine, climbing higher with every pinch, every thrust of her hips. The dual assault on her nipples and her throbbing core sent her spiraling—until her vision whited out.

"N-No…! This is… too much…!"

Her voice cracked, her thoughts dissolving into static. Inside her, something swirled—hot, molten, unbearable.

"Ah… Aahn~! I-Inside… it's… ah~!"

Words failed her. Drool spilled down her chin as her back arched, her entire body tensing—

Then—

"HyaaaAH~! Nnnnngh…!♡"

It detonated.

A scorching wave exploded from the deepest part of her, hips convulsing wildly, toes digging into the sand as she nearly lifted off the ground.

Clench. Release.

Her womb squeezed, milked pleasure from some unseen source, sending her crashing into an abyss of ecstasy unlike anything she'd ever known.

Aoi rode out her first, true climax—with nothing but her own fingers and the merciless grip of her own body.

The man hidden behind the rocks let out a strangled, dry gasp.

The scene before him was too much—too lewd, too intoxicating, a feast of sin laid bare under the sun.

Shiozaki Aoi, still sprawled naked on the sand, trembled as she slowly dragged her fingers down her stomach, toward the glistening heat between her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy with lingering pleasure, lips parted in a dazed, hungry pant.

"…More… I want to touch more…"

Her voice dripped like honey, thick with arousal. The man’s hand instinctively pressed against his own straining erection through his pants, his breath hitching as he watched.

Her fingertips brushed against her swollen lower lips—plush, slick, parting like ripe fruit.

"Nn… ah…"

A single finger traced her slit, slow and deliberate. Even from a distance, he could see the way her body jolted at the contact. His own breathing turned ragged. Her touch was unhurried, teasing—circling her entrance, dipping just barely inside before retreating.

"Ah… right here… feels so good…"

Her finger pushed in deeper, just a little. The man’s eyes burned, locked onto every tiny movement—the way her hips rolled, the way her inner walls clenched around her own digits. Her free hand groped her breast, pinching a stiff nipple as she lost herself in sensation.

"Hah… I'm… gonna go crazy…"

Her pace quickened. The knuckle of her finger dragged against her inner walls, making her back arch sharply. The man’s hand, unbidden, had already undone his zipper.

Aoi’s fingers grew more frantic. A second joined the first, slick, wet sounds filling the air as she fucked herself in earnest. Her thighs shook, her hips pistoning—

"Ah! Ah! Nngh!"

Another climax tore through her. Her body snapped taut, her legs kicking out as she screwed her fingers deep inside, riding the waves of her own pleasure. The man’s grip on himself tightened—he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Aoi collapsed onto the sand, chest heaving, limbs still trembling. The man’s gaze remained fixed between her legs—on the sticky mess dripping from her fingers.

(…I can't… take this…)

Somewhere in his mind, the last thread of his restraint snapped.

The scene unfolding on the beach had burned away the last vestiges of the man's self-control.

Aoi, sprawled naked on the sand, trembled through the aftershocks of her climax—yet her fingers were already wandering back between her thighs, seeking more. Like a girl discovering pleasure for the first time, she worked herself with shameless abandon, driven only by the raw, languid heat coiling in her gut.

"Nn… ah…! R-Right there… it's so…!♡"

Her movements were desperate—clumsy. A fingertip traced her soaked folds before pressing firmly against her swollen clit, circling in rough, unpracticed strokes. Her legs twitched, hips lifting slightly, toes curling into the sand as another tremble ran through her.

"Ah…! H-Harder…!"

She obeyed herself without hesitation. Two fingers pushed in deep, pumping shallowly—slick, messy sounds rising with each thrust. Her stomach tightened, warmth spreading.

"Ngh! I… I'm getting weird…♡"

Her voice pitched higher, broken by gasps.

——And the man in the shadows, long past restraint, could only watch as darkness swallowed him whole.

(Fuck… Fuck—!!)

He'd freed himself completely now, hand moving in rough, unforgiving strokes. His eyes were locked onto every detail: the way Aoi's fingers hooked inside herself, the obscene tremble of her thighs, the way her expression crumpled in pleasure.

"Damn it…!"

His grip tightened. He matched her rhythm, moving faster, harder—every one of her gasps, every tiny cry, driving him closer.

Aoi didn’t notice. She couldn't. She was beyond thought.

"Ah~!♥ Nngh…! M-More… need… to feel better…♥"

She arched, fingers pistoning deeper. Her thighs were sticky, the sand clinging obscenely.

"No more… ♡ Can't stop…!♡♡"

Her high, trembling voice was the final trigger.

The man grit his teeth, fingers digging into his own skin as—

—soaked in dripping innocence and stolen lust, they both fell apart at once.

"Nnhaa~♡ Ah, ahn~♡ M-More… feels so good…♡"

Aoi’s lewd moans cut through the sound of crashing waves. Her back arched, her hips lifted high, her thighs spread obscenely wide—on display. One hand worked relentlessly between her glistening folds while the other clawed at her breasts, rolling stiff, throbbing nipples between her fingers. Sweat-slicked skin shimmered under the scorching sun.

"Ahah~♡ No…♡ I-Inside… deep inside… feels so good…♡"

Her voice—laced with an innocence she never would’ve used normally—dripped with something uncanny, something wrong. "This body… amazing…♡ M-More… need more…♡" Like a child with a new toy, she chased pleasure shamelessly, greedy and unrestrained.

From the rocks, the man’s breath hitched.

This wasn’t just arousal.

This was devotion.

A beautiful girl, stripped bare, writhing in the sand—consumed by something beyond normal desire. The way she moved… It wasn’t natural.

"Nnaaaah~♡ Ah, I… I’m gonna go crazy…♡"

Her hips bucked wildly, fingers pumping, suction noises filling the air.

Then—

Click.

Her eyes locked onto his.

Time froze.

Aoi’s gaze—inhumanly bright, glazed with ecstasy—held him captive. A slow, chilling grin stretched across her glistening lips.

"…Aha~♡"

She rocked her hips just for him, fingers sliding back inside with a lewd squelch.

"Watching…? I’m… feeling so good…♡"

Her whisper was wrong. Not Aoi’s. Not human. The man stumbled back, panic rising—but he couldn’t look away.

Her fingers spread swollen flesh, her clit pulsing under rough circles.

"Nnaaaah~♡ Ah, ahn~♡ M-More…~♡"

Her movements weren’t human anymore.

Just filth.

Revolted—disgusted—yet painfully hard, the man’s grip on himself tightened—

(…What the hell is she…?!)

But no answer came.

Only the sight of a woman lost to madness, moaning beneath the blazing sun.

"Aaaah! A-Ahhhh~! Cu-Cumming… I'm cummiiiing~!!!"

Shiozaki Aoi's impassioned screams tore across the beach. Her body arched like a drawn bow, fingers working feverishly between her thighs. Sweat glistened on flushed skin, golden hair stuck to her neck, lips trembling with overwhelming pleasure. A wildfire raged under her skin—her mind went blank.

"Nnaaaaah~! N-Nooo~! T-Too deep… too hot inside~! Ah, aaaaah~!"

Her fingers moved faster. Rough, desperate circles on her clit sent searing bliss burning straight to her aching core. Her hips fluttered wildly, toes curling in the sand, every muscle twitching uncontrollably.

"AAAAHHHH~!!! I-I'M— CUMMIIIIING~!!!!♡♡"

The explosion hit violently—her back jolted off the sand, back arching obscenely as a gush of translucent arousal splattered onto the beach, soaking into the sand and trickling down her shaking thighs.

"Hyaaaaah~! Ha… hahh… ah…♪"

Collapsing bonelessly, she gasped through the aftershocks, limbs still twitching erratically. Each breath came out in a weak, pleasure-drunk whimper, her body utterly spent yet still trembling from the deepest climax she’d ever known.

The afterglow of her climax left her trembling body slowly calming. Shiozaki Aoi’s shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath, her sweat-slicked chest shimmering under the setting sun. The patch of sand beneath her, drenched in her own release, glistened like a small spring.

"Haa… haa… ahaha… ♡"

With a dazed, euphoric smile, she slowly lifted her gaze—

(…!)

Her eyes locked directly with those of a petrified tourist—the man who had been watching from behind the rocks.

For a split second, time froze.

The man’s throat bobbed as cold sweat trickled down his back. He wanted to run, but his feet were rooted in place. And then—

"… Aha~ ♡"

Aoi’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile—eyes that promised he wouldn’t escape.

Her fingers dragged through the sand as she pushed herself up onto her knees. Wet thighs shone under the fading sunlight, breasts swaying with her movement.

(…Shit… she’s… no way…)

A chill ran down his spine.

But it was too late.

Her smile made it clear—this was no accident.

On the beach as the sun dipped below the horizon, two shadows drew closer—

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