Nathan bit his lower lip again.
So hard the tension traveled down—like the nerve from his teeth was wired straight to the tip of his cock.
Velmora was still coiling.
But now... it was slippery.
Not just wet—slippery like a soap-soaked snake tossed into a high-speed spin cycle.
"Aghh... ahh... V-Vel..."
Then descended slowly— spiraling down with pressure from base to tip, like a screw built to dismantle human logic.
Her nipples poked through the now-foamy white crop top, firm and trembling.
Nathan could feel the faint friction of fabric—her soaked crop top dragging against his abs. Each rise smudged bubbles across his skin, making a sound like wet silk being rubbed between thighs. Her nipples grazed him just enough to make his lower back twitch with a warning he wasn’t ready to obey.
Nathan couldn’t escape.
Could only shut his eyes... and bite deeper.
Meanwhile, milky Mommy was attending to her "important work."
Monster distribution: finished.
Goblin crossed with Lumishell? Confirmed.
Tower Manager finally sat down.
Her long black hair draped over her shoulders.
Her transparent dress clung to her body— more fit for a succubus ritual than system admin duty.
"Hahh... finally, a moment to rest..."
Her left hand flicked the air. Her favorite panel popped up.
The Tower Manager froze.
Her mouth hung open slightly. The glow of the monitor lit her face.
Milky white skin, glowing against black mesh.
Spread her thighs wide over the armrests. Her pale ass pressed firm into the seat.
Her left hand lowered.
Tracing the valley between her thighs like she was searching for a divine cheat code to cosmic climax.
Her fingers moved in slow rhythm.
Her finger traced an invisible circle—slow, deliberate, like sketching a summoning glyph on damp flesh. Her thighs glistened faintly under the interface light. She watched Nathan, eyes heavy with maternal hunger. One thumb pressed lightly below her navel— testing the tension. She whispered,
"Keep going, sweet boy... almost there Aghmm..." She bit her lips. "I’m so happy watching my beloved son having fun..."
Back to the man who was not Tower Manager’s biological son.
Nathan was losing it.
His fingers dug into the grass. Nails sank into soil.
Then—his brain wandered.
"Wait... where’s my underwear?"
His eyes rolled upward.
"My joggers? What the hell—everything’s gone?"
But the sensation on his shaft didn’t give him time to panic.
Crop top soaked. Frothy.
Now her belly rubbed against the bottom of his shaft—soft and slick, like soap itself had joined this orgy uninvited.
"Aghh... dammit... this is..."
Velmora just grinned, clueless.
"Your stick moves so funny when the foam hits it~"
The foam didn’t just slide. It danced—like it had its own agenda, nestling into grooves along his shaft. Some bubbles popped with a faint hiss, releasing tingles that snuck up his spine. Velmora’s coils squeezed with every hiss—rhythmic, reactive. It felt like being stroked by intelligent lava made of cream.
Nathan couldn’t respond.
His brain was undergoing emergency shutdown.
And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse—
She had just dropped the Sapoa tree stalk.
Then... hugged Nathan.
Her arms slipped under his armpits, wrapped around his chest from the back.
"You’re really adorable," she whispered softly.
But Nathan’s head fell straight back onto her breasts.
Only a thin fabric between them.
His cheek nestled into the curve of her breast. The fabric stuck lightly to his skin, like a warm fruit wrap. Each breath Validia took expanded the softness, pressing gently into him. She smelled like clean sweat and crushed petals—sweet, but dangerously close to addictive. He closed his eyes. Just once.
And those breasts—warm. Soft. Pulsing faintly.
Like breathing milk pillows charged with forbidden comfort.
"A-Are you two... even aware of what you’re doing?"
Velmora peeked from behind him, her hands still looped over his shaft.
"Having fun, right? Ehe~"
Validia pinched Nathan’s cheek.
"He’s so cute when he’s ..."
Her fingers wandered. From his chest to his ribs—slow trails with no destination. The way she touched wasn’t sexual by intent, but it was devastating by effect. Innocent fingertips, tracing muscle like she was learning his terrain. Every brush left a lingering static—each touch closer to turning him into soup.
Another panel appeared.
[Instruction: Kiss Nathan’s lips.]
[Additional: Gently turn Nathan’s face to the right and tilt it back.]
The letters was different than before, now glowed in crimson—pulsing, like they were breathing. Nathan’s eyes flicked toward them, and for a split second, it felt like the system itself was alive, eager, and horny. Not just code. Something wanted this. Needed this. The words were a soft command, but they dripped with silent pressure.
Her left hand rose to Nathan’s chin.
"You’re finally paying more attention to me..."
A new panel appeared—this time, not just text.
Validia blinked as a semi-transparent hologram unfolded above the message. A visual tutorial—simple, slow, almost reverent.
Two ghostly figures. One male. One female. Their faces leaned close. Their eyes closed. Lips inches apart.
A soft kiss. Lips gently locking. Tilting slightly. Slow exhale. The kind of moment that could bend time if it lasted just one second longer.
Validia’s eyes widened. Then narrowed. A slow, blooming smile curved across her lips.
"Oh... so I need to do that to you?"
She glanced at Nathan.
Her fingers twitched—like she’d just completed a long-forgotten puzzle.
She gently tilted his face to the right.
Nathan’s eyes widened.
He felt that old panic—
That weird nostalgic sense of being dominated by monster girls again.
Again? again? his thoughts whispered.
But this time... something had changed.
This time, he didn’t resist.
Well, I gave the order myself... so I have to follow through...
Yeah... this is my game.
His thoughts did gymnastics.
And... fuck it, he muttered with a crooked smile.
I’m degenerate after all.
Validia’s mouth inched closer.
He smelled her breath. Warm. Slightly sweet. Maybe from the sapoa sap she’d tasted earlier. Or maybe it was just her natural scent—like peaches soaked in sun. Her lips shimmered slightly, moist. Every centimeter she closed felt like it warped time. His spine locked. His toes curled. Please... just do it...
Then she touched his lips.