Nathan blinked. "In the world... what?"
Lilith smiled. It wasn’t her usual lusty smirk—this one was deeper, almost nostalgic. Her breasts, barely held by the milk-splashed fabric, jiggled softly as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.
"In the world of Rabierlm," she said, dragging the last syllable like a sigh. "A dimension filled with battle-hardened races, where the ones with rabbit ears—yes, rabbit ears—stand at the peak of the food chain."
Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Bunny girls rule the world?"
"They don’t rule it. They fight for it. Every inch of power is earned through combat. Compassion? It’s seen as weakness. Only victory matters."
Her fingers traced along her own collarbone, slowly dipping toward the deep valley between her mounds.
"That’s where Domina and Livia come from," Lilith continued. "Born into a society that praises domination, not hugs."
Nathan leaned back, squinting. "That makes no sense. Domina is... soft. She giggles when she humps me. She acts like a lovely mother who also happens to ride me like a possessed plushie."
Lilith chuckled, a low, vibrating sound. "Ssshhh..."
She put a single finger over his lips—warm, smooth, and a bit too wet. He didn’t want to ask why.
"One question, honey," she whispered. "That’s all you got."
Nathan frowned. "Wait, what about my phone? The battery died..."
Lilith’s lips curled upward in a teasing grin. She leaned in again, her eyes glowing slightly.
"Oh, that? I’ll recharge it for you," she purred. "We’ll make sure to schedule regular calls with your dear mother."
She paused, eyes narrowing playfully.
"After all," she said, voice dropping an octave, "she is... my role model."
She stood up slowly. Her hips swayed with every step as if her bones were made of silk. The moonlight hit her curves just right—too right. She gave Nathan one last wink before disappearing into a dark slit again.
Somewhere far from the Tower’s sensual glow, Sophia’s fists were still clenched. Her breath trembled. Her body felt tight, like it needed to scream.
Her apartment flickered empty, a soft swirl of light dancing above the floor.
In the Tower’s control chamber, Lilith blinked as a new panel blinked red.
"Ooooh? New potential Hunter? Already?"
She swirled in her chair—more like sprawled on it, actually, her legs tossed over one armrest, her cleavage barely restrained as usual.
She tapped the panel lazily.
Sophia stood on Floor 10. Still in her crop top and tiny sleep shorts. Her eyes... glistened. Her fists... clenched.
The crop top clung to her like it had no shame. Every breath she took made the fabric rise just a little more, teasing the bottom curve of her breasts with scandalous precision. Her shorts, barely legal even in dreams, rode up higher as she squared her stance—each movement flashing glimpses of skin that glistened under the Tower’s artificial light. Her sweat trickled down between her thighs, sliding along lines no one should be watching—but the Tower was. Even the stone beneath her feet seemed to pulse with awareness. Sophia, unknowingly, had become a spectacle before she even threw a punch.
Lilith’s lips curled. "Oh... this one’s already angry. Delicious."
[Congratulations! You have been chosen as a potential Hunter.]
[Your first test begins now]
[Defeat the Four-Legged Class-C Beast: Growler Pup.]
[Succeed, and you will be acknowledged by the Tower. Fail, and... well, let’s not get into that.]
Sophia’s heart raced. She looked down at her own outfit. The crop top clung to her chest, damp from nervous sweat. Her shorts were way too short for running. But her stance... steady.
A beast growled at her.
It had four legs, a wolf-like face, and twin glowing eyes. Its fur shimmered like smoke.
Sophia didn’t scream. She didn’t step back.
She brought her fists up.
Not , she thought. Not quietly. Not without a fight.
The Growler Pup lunged not with instinct, but hunger—confused, almost mesmerized. Its yellow eyes tracked the sway of her chest more than her fists. Even in danger, Sophia’s body betrayed her: her top clung tighter the more she moved, her shorts stretched thinner the wider her stance. A single jump made one strap slide off her shoulder, clinging on only by friction and sheer will. But Sophia didn’t care. Her body wasn’t here to be admired. It was here to break bones—and if the monster was too distracted to notice the fist coming for its ribs, that was its mistake.
Sophia dodged to the side, but not fast enough. Its claw grazed her arm, sending her stumbling back. Her feet dragged against the dusty stone ground. Pain surged, but she gritted her teeth.
Nathan’s face flashed in her mind. His voice. His laugh. His stupid smirk when he teased her about stealing his snacks.
Her jaw clenched. Her heart thundered.
"I will find you," she hissed through gritted teeth.
The Growler Pup snarled again, preparing to pounce.
Sophia stood up straight, eyes burning. "AAGHHHH!!"
Her knee slammed into the beast’s gut, making it stagger.
The moment she struck, something wild awakened—not just in the beast, but in her. Her chest bounced violently from the impact, sweat flying off in tiny glistening arcs. Her thighs flexed as she pushed in, pinning the beast with a power that looked more primal than practiced. Her top was halfway soaked now, outlining every trembling curve with obscene clarity. Her breath came in hot, open gasps, her lips parted like a woman possessed—not by lust, but fury. The Tower drank it in. Every motion. Every drop. Every moan of strain. This wasn’t just combat. This was a baptism of body and rage.
Without hesitation, she spotted a jagged rock nearby—heavy and sharp.
And slammed it down onto the monster’s head.
Once. Twice. The Growler Pup screeched, body twitching—but it wasn’t dead.
With a scream filled with fury and desperation, Sophia straddled the beast and pummeled it with both fists, her tears mixing with sweat.
"DON’T—YOU—DARE—TAKE—HIM—AWAY—"
Each word landed like a hammer.