Happy Ever After

Mirio woke up to the feeling of soft, cool pressure wrapped around every inch of his upper body. His face was submerged in something smooth and squishy, slightly chilled like it had been stored in the fridge overnight. His arms were pinned at his sides, and every breath he took filled his lungs with the faint scent of mint and rainwater.

He blinked sleepily, eyelids parting to reveal a translucent blue glow.

"Morning, hubbyyy~"

Her voice echoed directly into his ears, gentle and low and far too pleased with herself.

It didn't take long for him to realize where he was.

His entire face was firmly nestled between Lily's breasts—two enormous, cool, undulating pillows of slime that molded lovingly around his cheeks, forehead, and nose. They shifted softly with every movement he made, massaging his face with lazy, affectionate pulses.

He groaned, muffled. "Lily… what time is it?"

She giggled, hugging him tighter. "It's spring break~"

His eyes shot open. "Wait—spring break started today?"

"Mhm~" she sang, her tentacle-hair brushing his shoulders like a blanket. "Which means… no school, no work, and no leaving this bed for an entire week~"

He tried to sit up, but she gently pulled him back down with a squelchy tug of her breasts, which puffed up even larger to cradle his head completely. Her soft, fluid curves rippled outward, hugging the sides of his head, her chest cool and heavy but impossibly comforting.

"I already planned today," she said. "Step one: cuddle. Step two: more cuddle."

"What about food?"

"I'll absorb snacks and feed you by mouth~"

"…That's not hygienic."

"It's romantic~"

Before he could argue, two of her slime tentacles slithered down and wrapped around his arms, coiling with care but keeping him held snug against her expanding chest. Her goo shifted and spread, swelling her breasts to cover the entire width of his shoulders, gently smothering him in affectionate softness.

She wasn't just hugging him.

She was claiming him.

Her thighs, already thick and plush, swelled up even further. One pressed gently between his legs, cool and smooth, while the other wrapped around his hips like a heavy, dripping blanket. The moment they locked around him, he stopped struggling.

Her whole body was cool and soft—like being wrapped in a wet, weighted cloud that pulsed with her affection.

"I wanna hold you all day," she whispered. "So no escaping~"

He laughed softly, giving in as his arms relaxed against her. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm your slime wife."

"You're also smothering me."

"That's my job~"

She nuzzled into his hair, letting her tentacles wrap loosely around his waist and calves now too. He was fully cocooned in Lily's embrace—every inch of him gently compressed in plush, moist warmth.

He didn't fight it anymore.

Instead, he leaned his forehead against her chest and whispered, "You really make everything better, you know."

She blinked. "You mean that?"

He nodded slowly, sliding his arms around what he could reach of her. "You're weird. Messy. Overbearing. But you're also the one who held me every night when I had anxiety. You made my apartment feel like a home. You remember everything I love, you match my energy—even when I don't have any. You… you're the best thing in my life."

Her glow flickered, her entire body warming slightly.

He looked up and smiled. "I don't care if you smother me every day for the rest of my life. I'd let you. Gladly."

Lily made a high-pitched squeaky sound—something between a gasp and a whimper—and then exploded into affection.

She pressed her lips to his cheek, forehead, neck, nose, lips—anywhere she could reach—kissing him over and over again as her entire body trembled with happiness.

"You love meeee~!" she squealed, her chest wobbling wildly with joy. "You really love me!"

"I've told you before."

"Not like that!! That was like—like super marriage love!"

"We're already married."

She blushed. "But now it's super official. Like final boss-level love confession!"

He chuckled as she pulled him deeper into her embrace. Her breasts swelled again, covering half his head and chest. Her thighs clamped tighter, rippling around his waist and hips.

She buried his face in her cleavage with a soft, warm sigh. "You're not leaving this cuddle dungeon until you regret confessing."

He laughed into her chest. "I'll never regret it."

"Then I'll smother you harder~"

"Promise?"

She beamed.

And for the rest of the morning, Lily held him tightly—her body soft and loving, her core pulsing with joy—as the spring break sun rose outside and the world drifted far, far away.

Inside their tiny, perfect apartment, wrapped in layers of cold, smooth slime, Mirio slept soundly—finally at peace, with the only woman he ever needed.

His gooey, clingy, ridiculous, one-of-a-kind wife.

[FIN]