novelraw Chapter 55 : Menstruation
Chapter 55 : Menstruation
“Mr. Slime… I think I’m going to die…”
Rozelite, who had gritted her teeth through the escape from Ato City, who had rolled in the mud, taken an arrow through the shoulder, and had her palms split open and bleeding by splintered wood without a single whimper—now lay drenched in cold sweat, face pale, utterly undone by menstrual cramps.
She declared her life was at its end.
Russell warmed a tentacle near the flame, then gently pressed and kneaded her soft, flat stomach.
“Any better like this?”
Russell asked.
“…Mm. A little better…”
“...Sigh.”
Russell could only sigh.
Heaven help him, in this matter he truly lacked experience. If Rozelite hadn’t suddenly collapsed, he might’ve forgotten entirely that girls had periods at all.
Counting the days, it had been almost a month since they first met. It was about time.
But really, Rozelite should’ve had some awareness herself.
He fetched the cup they’d bought back in Ato City, filled it with hot water, and made her drink.
Her color did improve a little after that.
See, kids? Drinking hot water really does help. Learn it quick.
“Now that I think about it…”
Russell’s tentacle lengthened, wrapping around the pitiful Rozelite.
“I haven’t noticed any sanitary pads for sale anywhere. When your period comes, how are girls supposed to handle it?”
Rozelite thought for a moment.
“Usually, you use soft cloth woven from fine linen and lamb’s wool to wrap everything, then spray perfume. That’s enough.”
“…Not only is that stuff expensive, but in a place like this you can’t even find it.”
“If there’s nothing else, you can only use old clothes or clean cloth.”
“That kind of thing would chafe after a while, wouldn’t it?”
“But… that’s the only way…” she murmured weakly.
Russell rubbed his forehead. She looked half-dead. His original plan had been to start working in Flemont right away, to make their first bit of money before their savings ran dry. But no—no sooner had they arrived than Rozelite was laid out by cramps.
“Alright, take your clothes off. I’ll wash them for you.”
Russell patted her head.
“…Okay.”
She slowly undressed.
When she slipped off her underwear, her girlish cheeks flushed pink.
The cloth padding beneath was already soaked through.
Russell brought it up to his tentacle and sniffed.
“Mr. Slime!”
Rozelite’s face went red.
“Relax. I don’t have taste or smell.”
Russell chuckled.
He wasn’t some kind of fetishist—just trying to tease her out of her gloom.
But Rozelite stayed angry, glaring at him for several seconds before turning away.
Ah, women on their periods. Moody, unpredictable.
Anyway, there was no point washing that rag.
Russell tossed it into the trash and pulled out a fresh strip of cloth from their pack, fitting it into Rozelite’s underwear. Then he started washing her other clothes.
Since fleeing Ato City, she hadn’t had a chance to change or wash. They hadn’t sweated much in the cold, but dust and dirt had built up.
Once they had time—or better yet, once they had money—they’d have to buy more changes of clothes.
Rozelite touched her shoulder.
The arrow wound from their escape—plugged by Russell at the time—had healed quickly thanks to the potion she’d drunk later. Now it barely hindered her.
“Mr. Slime,” she said thoughtfully, “can’t you… block it off for me, the same way you did with my wounds?”
“…Huh?”
Russell froze.
Block it?
That was for cuts and holes. He could morph to close a wound or force ripped flesh together. But this? This wasn’t a wound.
What, was he supposed to stick a tentacle up there and plug it?
“…Wait. Actually, maybe that would work.”
Russell blinked. Sure, it wouldn’t solve the real problem, but it could at least stop leaks.
After hanging the washed clothes to dry, he turned back to Rozelite.
Then slipped back into her body.
“…I’ll be going out the back door this time.”
“Eh?”
Rozelite’s eyes went wide.
“Didn’t you say I should warn you first when I do that?”
“Oh…”
It sounded strange, no matter how you said it.
Rozelite took a deep breath, trying to relax her tense belly and lower muscles.
“I’m ready, Mr. Slime.”
“Good.”
Russell began.
She immediately felt the familiar cool, jelly-like sensation sliding downward inside her, not rough but more like a warm, viscous current, following a precise path toward her rear.
Her body tensed instinctively, then she forced herself to relax.
Soon, Russell emerged from behind.
A bit tight, but manageable.
It had been a while since he’d used the back door—he almost felt nostalgic.
Honestly, he preferred it, but considering Rozelite’s fragile state of mind, he decided against indulging in that preference. This was just a special case.
“It doesn’t hurt, right?” he asked.
Rozelite shook her head.
Slime flesh was soft, smooth, jelly-like. No real pain. Just… weird.
Russell extended a tentacle a little further, gently pressing it against the dividing wall.
“Mm—!”
Rozelite clapped a hand over her mouth, her face burning red.
“Don’t make strange noises, or this’ll never pass the review.”
“O-okay…”
Rozelite pulled the blanket over her head.
【Shapeshift lv7】
Russell adjusted carefully to match her shape, plugging the exit completely without discomfort. At least she didn’t have much hair there—no risk of tugging.
“Like this? Is it uncomfortable? Need me to adjust?”
“…”
“Rozelite?”
“…”
“Hey, answer me.”
He poked her.
“Eek—!”
Rozelite jolted, rolling around on the bed, looking like she was about to burst into tears.
Russell had no idea what was going on anymore.
Still, at least it worked.
As for where the blood was going now…
Best not to ask.