[Collect Prunus Vitalis fruits and place them in the box. Each box must contain five Prunus Vitalis fruits.]
Nathan glanced at the system screen still hovering in front of his glory rod—a rod that, despite now being flaccid, carried the weight of unsought history.
Validia was still hugging him from behind, now resembling an over-attached dakimakura come to life.
He took a long breath.
"Okay... at least it’s not asking me to blast another load."
Validia’s hug finally loosened. She stepped back slowly—but her face stayed serious, like a mother sending her son to war.
A war fought with fluids and forbidden moans.
And instantly felt the breeze kiss his lower body—parts that should’ve remained dignified and shielded.
His joggers were wrecked, like puzzle pieces of shame.
He picked up each of it while muttering, "My brand new underwear and joggers..."
His cock dangled like an exposed relic—flaccid, but not defeated. The breeze teased its tip like a mocking spirit. He wasn’t just naked. He was unarmed. Vulnerability dripped from his shaft like invisible sweat, and somehow, that made him harder to look away from—even for himself
"...Shit. My hands are too damn big."
They looked like construction tools now—better suited to massaging a whale’s ass than plucking Prunus fruits the size of ping pong balls.
Suddenly—plop—Domina landed gracefully on his shoulder. Agile. Balanced. Like she was genetically engineered to be a living backpack.
"Just point to what you want. We’ll do the picking," Domina said, snuggling into his neck. Her scent—like that one expensive soap Nathan once sniffed at a department store just to feel rich.
Solution just appears out of nowhere, Nathan thought, already accepting that he had no idea how, but these Monster Girls somehow understood the panel’s language—despite only being taught the alphabet last week.
Livia didn’t want to be left out. She strutted forward... and jumped.
The Caramel Queen launched herself toward the Almighty PP.
Hung off it like a sugar-high koala discovering her new favorite tree.
"This is so fun~" she said with a pure smile. "It’s warm and throbby and every time you walk, it will jiggles~ ehehehe..."
She giggled, her breath brushing against the shaft like a pervert’s morning prayer.
The warmth of her breath lingered, ghosting over the veins. The shaft twitched—not from fear, but from betrayal by its own nerves. She wasn’t doing much. But that was the problem. The almost was worse than action. Her lips never touched, but her presence kissed every inch of his willpower.
Nathan couldn’t be bothered to argue. He stood tall.
Validia rose too. Now, two giants stood side by side—one completely naked, one divine and half-dressed in gauzy fabric that barely covered her colossal tits and almighty pussy.
And two horny rabbits latched onto Nathan’s most impractical body parts.
They walked toward the garden.
A plot of land where Nathan had poured his love (and bodily fluids) into ten Prunus Vitalis trees—nurturing them into lush, life-giving beauties.
The fruits had ripened—deep bluish-red, tomato-shaped, now glistening under a sunlight brighter than the future promised by online courses.
Beside them, a few Crystal Banafruit sprouts had begun to grow—thanks to the Eclipse’s recent kiss.
Nathan’s steps felt heavy.
Validia wrapped her arms around his elbow.
Domina sat on his shoulder without a care in the world.
Livia kept giggling like she was riding a carnival attraction—because Nathan’s sensitive trunk kept swaying and twitching every few steps.
When they arrived, Nathan sat down cross-legged—carefully lifting the Colossal Cock out of the way so it wouldn’t get crushed between his thighs.
The way he lifted it—two hands, careful, reverent—it felt less like moving flesh and more like transporting a cursed idol. It pulsed once, reacting to the air. Livia hummed, still latched, like a priestess clinging to a divine beast. The absurdity had turned erotic. Worship had become tactile.
Validia sat beside him. Leaned in. Like a honeymoon wife embracing a husband who just survived a war of holes.
Livia was still hugging the cock. Now sprawled across the top, chin resting on her folded arms like a dreamy maiden thinking about her crush.
Unaware that something was wet.
And it wasn’t spilled water.
Nathan sat in silence. Then gave a bitter grin.
"...Okay. So where’s the box?"
The system said nothing.
"Ahem... Would it be too much if I crafted it myself?" he muttered with a scowl.
Validia tilted her head.
Livia, bored, pointed at a low-hanging Prunus Vitalis fruit. "They seem to be growing faster around here..."
Nathan couldn’t help but compare. The fruit looked plump, ripe, almost mocking him. For a second, he imagined someone biting into it... like they bit into him. The orchard was quiet, but his thoughts weren’t. Everything felt edible. Especially him. Especially now.
Nathan stayed hunched. Eyes narrowing.
His pupils rolled up.
His consciousness slipped.
Vanished from his body.
Nathan opened his eyes.
He was no longer in the garden.
Now he stood inside a dark, elegant chamber.
Soft blue light glowed on the walls—like God’s own server room.
In the middle stood a lavish chair. Something a vampire CEO might use to fire angels.
Sitting on it was the Tower Manager.
Relaxed. Legs crossed.
Her black dress and milk-pale skin formed an offering—thighs sculpted not by mercy, but by the devil’s favorite daydream.
The Chamber of the Tower Manager.
The most foreign... and yet weirdly normal place he’d seen since being stuck inside this hellish Tower.
Tower Manager—Lilith—walked toward him.
Her steps were slow, deliberate.
As if the only reason gravity still worked was because she let it.
Nathan stepped back, half a pace.
Lilith came closer. Raised her hand.
"Wait, wait, what are you—"
Nathan’s eyes flew open wide.