After narrowly escaping the tickle monsters deep in the forest, Lena, the pink-haired swordswoman, was exhausted and desperate. Her green eyes shimmered with worry as she shared her mother’s dire condition with Rear—her only ally in the wilds. Rear, an adventurous yet cautious treasure hunter with fiery orange rear-length hair and sharp light purple eyes, listened carefully. “If this herb can really cure the Miasma Disease, then we don’t have time to waste,” she said, hugging Lena gently. “But the path ahead is dangerous. I’ve found a dungeon—abandoned and full of traps. Just follow my lead.”

Inside the dungeon, Rear expertly guided Lena through old ruin corridors, avoiding nearly every trap—until a ghostly figure startled them, sending both tumbling into a hidden pit. They landed in something soft and squishy… slime girls. “You two are adorable,” a feminine voice cooed. “Let’s see just how ticklish you really are~.” Rear’s black coat fluttered as she twisted in place, her white starry top doing little to shield her stomach. Despite her tactical mind, she yelped in laughter as gooey fingers slid under her arms and around her waist—her ticklishness an unexpected vulnerability. “S-stop! N-not there!” she gasped, red-faced and squirming.

Lena, tangled beside her, was no better off. Her striped tank top clung to her trembling frame, yellow shorts soaked with slime as tendrils slithered up her bare legs and toes. “N-not my feet!!” she cried, helplessly squealing as her flip-flops were pulled off and ticklish goo danced along her soles. Her usual bravery crumbled under the teasing torment. The swordswomen were trapped, overwhelmed by laughter and slime—two ticklish adventurers forced to endure the dungeon’s giggling trials, with no end in sight… and their quest for the cure still ahead.