Night Butterfly

The body of a slime was surprisingly comfortable. It wasn’t hard to move

around, nor did I ever feel tired. To the care-free me, there was no
inconvenience at all.
However, I encountered a huge problem…
……
I came to the famous hostess club known as the Night Butterfly. As a
token of appreciation, Kaijin-san brought me here. Although I wasn’t really
interested, I couldn’t say no given how persistent he was.
It’s true! I really had no interest. It was just that Kaijin wouldn’t back
down… Alright, I’ll admit it. I did have some interest. It had been a long time
since I could drink with beautiful oneesans, so I was pretty pumped to go to
the club.
BUT!!
No matter how much I drank, I just couldn’t get drunk. Now believe me, it
was an incredibly serious problem. Kaijin had gone through all the trouble of
bringing me here, so this would surely cut the fun in half. I tried my hardest to
get drunk, but since I couldn’t even taste the drink, this seemed like a futile
effort. I was determined and steadfast in my resolve, but it was no use.
However, drinking was not the only fun thing to enjoy here. I am the type
of man (slime) who is quick to adapt and won’t give up before the first tiny
obstacle that comes my way!
It’s precisely for that reason, that I was intent on letting the Night Butterfly
live up to its name. I want to enjoy playing with the elven oneesans who were
renowned for their beauty.
But there was another issue. Although I previously didn’t have a problem
with my slime body, I now had a massive complaint. The issue this time being
—I didn’t have hands. It was rare to have so many elven oneesans in one
place, it would surely be a huge problem if I couldn’t touch them.
I was being held by a tender and slim arm while being crushed by ample
bosoms.
This feels so good! Did I die and go to heaven after all!?
I could shout with joy in this type of heavenly situation… But it was
saddening that I couldn’t do anything further due to my tragic lack of hands. I
thought back to all the monsters I had preyed upon prior to this day. Hands,
tentacles, I put all of the mental energy I could muster into channeling my
thoughts in an effort to produce these appendages.
It was times like this that I needed my Unique Skill ‘Great Sage’ the most,
and thus gave it the order.
However—
 <<Answer. Insufficient data, creation of the designated organ has
failed.>>
It’s futile!! What type of ‘Great Sage’ is this?! Completely useless in my
hour of need.
But, meh, the monsters I’d preyed upon—snakes, centipedes, spiders,
bats, lizards, wolves—now that I thought about it, none of them had what it
takes to create what I needed in that moment. With a heavy heart, I regretfully
came to terms with my inability to squeeze any breasts.
BUT! I wasn’t the type of man to give up here.
Even if I couldn’t squeeze anything, I could still enjoy the sweet fragrance
of these elven oneesans. Being surrounded by their bountiful bosoms and
enjoying such heavenly fragrance. This truly was the greatest meaning in life
for a man.
So let me enjoy it already.
I drew in deep breaths and reveled in the sweet aroma of their perfume.
For now, my Skill ‘Keen Smell’ acquired from the direwolf alpha was put to
great use. I was exceedingly satisfied with the scent of elven beauties and
wanted to explore it further.
<<Answer. The substance is composed of perfume, female hormone
estrogen, oxytocin—>>
STOP! NO, that’s not at all what I meant!!
I didn’t want to know these details…doing so would diminish their pure
beauty. For real, was the name ‘Great Sage’ just for show? What a useless
Skill.
So, I explained to Great Sage in detail, that I actually just wanted to take
in the wonders brought by the fragrance; but knowing too much was definitely
not allowed. Certain things were perfect at just the right amount, as with all
things in life, there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. Even if one wishes to
know, one shouldn’t know; even if one wishes to see, one shouldn’t see. That
is the quintessential state, called Gokui. Humans would lose interest in things
if they knew too much. Therefore, you had to approach the limit, but then
restrain yourself from going any further. One might say it is the art of only
getting a brief glimpse of something. By subverting your intellectual curiosity,
you can amplify the excitement. It’s an adult thing that only professionals can
grasp.
I explained these things triumphantly to Great Sage.
<<…Answer. Understood>>
Really? It may be a ‘Great Sage’ after all. My passion must have reached
it on a deeper level, allowing it to understand this marvelous concept.
Equipped with this deep knowledge, Great Sage did a fantastic job.
Letting me sense things right up until that point when it almost became
unbearable. To be precise, I was able to interpret their emotions just by their
smell alone. It may have only been surface level feelings such as joy or anger,
but, nonetheless, such information was priceless in this hostess club.
For that reason, I managed to secure my position as king in the club. The
effect not only affected smell, but also eyesight. Everything around me, that I
normally couldn’t see, was recreated as images in my head. It was
surprisingly difficult to recreate the function of eyes alone, but using ‘Magic
Perception’ to construct the image not only costs few magicules, but also
expanded my field of view. Using this to my advantage, I could see where
humans normally couldn’t; this included peeking underneath skirts. However,
the elven oneesans seemed to protect their golden triangle (thighs), not letting
me see anything of note in the accurately recreated images.
As expected from the Great Sage… What a terrifying existence.
And so, my endless pursuit within the hostess club continued, at least until
the clueless intruder showed up.