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The jelly-like substance, resembling its name, oozed out from her anus. It had a gelatinous appearance but lacked any sense of uncleanness.
The surface of the jelly glistened with a hint of sweat, a testament to Marilyn’s flushed, pink anus. It almost seemed as if she had inserted something slimy into her anus, only to have it accidentally slip out during play. But it wasn’t a toy; it was undeniably her personality.
Confusion washed over Marilyn as she looked down at her juice—the pink jelly—spilling onto the floor. Panting with her legs spread wide and her anus gaping open, she stared at her own body in astonishment. “Oh, what happened…? My body…? Astral projection?” she wondered, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
With a sudden movement, Marilyn tried to jump, but her ethereal jelly form wouldn’t respond as desired. The pink jelly represented her personality itself, not the limbs that could move comfortably, sending electrical signals.
Even Marilyn, who had endured countless hardships, couldn’t help but panic as she observed her body. In her uncontrollable state as ethereal jelly, she clumsily bumped into her surroundings before being propelled outside.
[Personality Erosion -1%]
“Ow, it hurts!!!” Marilyn cried out in pain as a slight scratch on the floor brought her to the brink of tears. In her defenseless state, she realized just how vulnerable she was.
The pain was intense, throbbing through her essence like a cruel reminder of her helplessness. Tears refused to come, leaving her feeling like nothing more than discarded remnants. Marilyn was overwhelmed by a terrible sense of helplessness that consumed her.
The room felt colder than ever before, and Marilyn Jelly, the pink jelly embodying her personality, shuddered in response. “I feel like I’m going to die… I’ve only been in this state for about 30 seconds, but I think I might perish,” she thought, the fear of her own mortality creeping in.
Could one truly die simply by deciding to do so? The extreme helplessness she experienced was a unique emotion reserved for the victims of “Personality Expel.”
“Personality Jellies” lacked the strength to withstand even the most ordinary environments. Her current situation could be likened to being thrown naked into the heart of the Arctic. Left to her own devices, the disintegration of her personality would be a matter of time. There was no need for further torment.
In that moment, Marilyn’s phone slipped out of her pocket and rolled across the floor. It was a small glimmer of hope, a chance to summon reinforcements. Determination welled up within her as she realized what she needed to do.
For every two centimeters she wished to crawl in her desired direction, she had to endure thousands of trials and errors. The smartphone lay about 40 centimeters away, a seemingly insurmountable distance for Pink Jelly Marilyn.
Yet, the prospect of not knowing what heinous act the vile villain would commit next was even more terrifying. Her colleagues and juniors from her alma mater were in grave danger, and she couldn’t sit idly by.
Marilyn pressed on, her spirit fraying under the agony she endured. Each moment felt like an eternity as she fought against the odds, inching closer to her goal.
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“Mmm~ This pork is delicious,” Sylvie remarked as she enjoyed her lunch. The scarecrow measurement was complete, and now it was time to savor the meal. The spicy stir-fried pork at the Etsol Academy student cafeteria was exceptional.
“I also bought Sylvie’s seafood pasta. Paying back the money I borrowed yesterday,” Marilyn said, expressing her gratitude. She had spent a total of 9 coins, leaving her with a remaining balance of 45 coins.
“It’s really okay,” Sylvie reassured her, appreciating the gesture. “I bought it as a way to repay the favor.”
“Favor? …Chest?” Marilyn blurted out, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. If allowing her to touch her chest counted as a favor, then indeed it was a favor.
Sylvie fell silent for a moment, her expression thoughtful. “If you’re going to be so shy, don’t mention it,” she finally said, trying to ease the tension. “I’m embarrassed…”
“The favor of covering for me when I was on the verge of being expelled,” Marilyn explained, grateful for Sylvie’s intervention.
The fact that she could now enjoy her life at the academy was entirely thanks to Sylvie’s support.
From Sylvie’s perspective, Marilyn would have vanished if left alone. It made her wonder if gaslighting played a role in her feeling compelled to defend her.
“Why did you feel compelled to defend me?” Marilyn asked, genuinely curious about Sylvie’s motivations.
Sylvie remained silent, her gaze distant. “You don’t have to say it if it’s difficult,” Marilyn assured her, sensing the weight of the unspoken words.
The favor Sylvie had done for her couldn’t be repaid with just a meal. Marilyn was determined to find a way to express her gratitude in a more significant manner. She felt a strong desire to be by Sylvie’s side, to support her just as Sylvie had supported her in her time of need.
But I still couldn’t decide whether it was a positive or negative thing that I, the protagonist of an erotic game, was attached to Kelly, who was known for her “depraved and perverted body.” The worry of encountering a random erotic event or encounter in this world troubled me.
“Can I sit here?” Kelly asked quietly as she took a seat beside me.
“Aren’t your friends over there?” I replied, feeling a bit puzzled by her choice.
She looked at me with confusion. “Today, I decided to eat with Sylvie.”
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