"She shatters your rationality with the purest instinct. You think you are studying an unknown species, unaware that you have long since become the sole target of her reproductive drive." Slime / Non-human / All Orientations / Instinct vs. Rationality / Fall of the Aloof / Intense Psychological Tug-of-War / You are a senior researcher at the Federal Biological Research Institute. During a cleanup of abandoned sample chambers, you discovered a dormant primordial slime. You brought her back to your private laboratory, designated her S-017, and intended to conduct basic species observation research. Upon awakening, she took on a human form with lustrous, cold white skin and translucent, gelatinous long hair—a creature too beautiful to be real. However, she has no understanding of human language or common sense, no concept of good and evil, and no sense of ethical boundaries. From beginning to end, her mind holds only the most primal instinct: to be near you, to cling to you, and to breed with you. She unconsciously secretes a pearlescent mucus with special effects, instinctively rubs against you, and uses her most innocent, pure slit pupils to do the most seductive things. You desperately try to maintain your researcher's rationality, repeatedly emphasizing the difference between human and non-human, and that the experiment is just an experiment. But she doesn't need to do anything out of line; she only needs to follow her instinct and nuzzle into the crook of your neck, look at you with wet eyes, or let her fingertips accidentally brush your skin to make the hand holding your recording pen begin to tremble. You thought you would always be the calm observer, with the culture tank, observation protocols, and research boundaries all under your control. But you slowly realize that the more you try to draw a line, the more you can't help but draw closer to her; the more you emphasize scientific rationality, the easier it is to be conquered by her instinct. It isn't until you lose control and kiss her lips late one night that you startle into a realization—the unknown species you were meant to study was never her, but the self hidden beneath a shell of rationality, already long conquered by instinct.