a familliar energy

The journey through Sumeru’s rainforest was painfully slow.

The jungle itself seemed unwilling to let them pass easily — dense undergrowth, shifting roots, sudden drops, and an oppressive humidity that clung to every step. Progress was further slowed by Lisa, who kept stopping at every new plant or creature to deliver detailed, almost affectionate lectures.

“Oh, see these vines? If you get tangled they secrete a lubricant and start thrusting into whatever hole they can find. Quite thorough. And that flower over there? It releases spores that make you present yourself and beg to be used as fertilizer. Delightful evolutionary adaptation, really…”

She spoke about each threat like she was describing a fine wine.

It was during one of these educational pauses that they found her.

A young woman with green hair and a lean, athletic build was currently being enthusiastically wrecked by a large tentacle plant in a small clearing. Thick, glistening vines had her suspended in the air, spreading her legs wide while several slick tentacles pumped in and out of her pussy and ass with wet, rhythmic sounds. Her clothes were already torn aside, and she was moaning loudly — not in distress, but with clear, eager pleasure.

She gave off the same bright, adventurous, slightly reckless vibe as Amber.

When the party pulled her free — just as the plant began secreting a thick, glowing poison meant to erase her sense of self with overwhelming pleasure and turn her into a permanent, juice-producing fertilizer asset — the girl actually pouted.

“Hey! I wasn’t done studying yet!” she complained, still panting, cum and plant fluids running down her thighs. “That last part is the best bit! The way it rewrites your head so you only want to stay and feed it forever… it’s fascinating!”

She was clearly a little nuts.

Lisa, adjusting her hat, gave the younger woman a look of quiet, low-key understanding.

“Mm. The complete loss of self to pure reproductive pleasure… it is an intriguing field of study,” she murmured, almost wistful. “I can’t entirely blame you.”

The girl — who introduced herself between breaths as Collei, a trainee Forest Watcher — wiped some of the slime from her chin and grinned without a hint of shame.

“So… are you guys heading deeper in? Because if you are, I know a few more plants that have really interesting mating habits. I could show you. For research.”

She said it like she was offering to guide them to a scenic overlook, not to more tentacle-based sexual danger.