The arrows shot forward.
One by one, they pierced the Monster Girls’ heads—
like nightmares injected without anesthesia.
but that didn’t mean it was painless.
like an orgasm that had been held back for far too long.
But her face looked like a child
who just forgot who her mother was.
Drool dripped down her lips.
Livia pounded her own chest,
"Hehe... she... she... who am I even?"
she mumbled, scratching her arm until the skin nearly tore open.
Only the sound of her chattering teeth—
like an instrument from hell that hadn’t been tuned in centuries.
Velmora laughed uncontrollably.
Her trident snapped in half from how tightly she was gripping it.
Both of her hands hung limply at her sides.
Her eyes stared into the sky,
tears streaming down.
She just stood there.
Tears fell from her eyes.
But her body remained still.
Slowly, she walked toward Nathan.
Like a child who wanted to be held,
but wasn’t sure if it was a good idea.
in the most absurd way.
"Huu... Hug me..." she said.
His cock was still dusty.
Still half... traumatized. And yet, it twitched—like it still believed in miracles. Not pride, not lust, but pure muscle memory from a time when being worshipped was normal. The dust made it look pathetic. But deep inside, a tiny throb whispered: "If she hugs me... just right... I might believe again."
Validia was still Validia.
Whether in the past, the now, or whatever future awaited—
this absurd woman always needed a hug.
Nathan tried to kneel down too—
but Validia jumped first.
Her not-so-large body crashed into Nathan’s belly,
hugging him tight from a strange angle.
Her face pressed right against his abs. Her breath was warm—too warm. Each exhale hit the base of his shaft with unsettling precision. Her breasts flattened gently against him, like innocent pillows with indecent timing. Nathan gritted his teeth. He wasn’t hard. He wasn’t. But the pressure... the rhythm... made his cock twitch in traitorous curiosity.
A soft friction happened—
between her clothed breasts
and Nathan’s filthy shaft.
And it twitched— like the corpse of a tiny god that just found hope inside Validia’s head.
His eyes were still red.
But his body... had stopped moving.
"What do you want?" he asked flatly.
"I-I just wanted to... grab the monster claw... the one you killed earlier..."
"Do whatever you want."
He turned back toward the battlefield.
He had killed them all.
And the Tower system needed 48 hours to regenerate monsters.
Fiona began gathering the claws one by one.
Her hands were shaking—
but they moved quickly.
David stood behind her.
They started working together.
When the monster claws were all stored inside a large flame-resistant cloth bag, Fiona stood up.
"Thank you..." she said sincerely.
David glanced at her.
Fiona looked at David’s face—
dirty, smeared with monster blood,
She reached into her pocket,
pulled out a small strawberry-patterned handkerchief,
and offered it to him.
"For... cleaning your face."
David looked into her eyes. For a moment, the blood on her fingers didn’t look dirty—it looked intimate. Like she’d touched the raw part of him that had never been seen, let alone cleaned. His heart pounded again, but lower. Somewhere between guilt and arousal, something stirred. Something shameful. Something dangerously human.
The coldness inside him suddenly melted.
His heart pounded hard.
He took the handkerchief slowly.
Fiona thought to herself,
Why is his tone so flat...? He’s like a human-shaped freezer.
But David, in his mind, Why... am I calm? Why am I not angry anymore?
His head suddenly felt hot.
a memory of his junior complaining about the fact that not only him level up while shoving a romcom manhwa into his hands.
A story about a cold guy and a cheerful girl.
But somehow, David—who never consumed anything remotely like that—couldn’t forget it.
David shook his head violently.
No, stop it! That’s disgusting as hell!
Fiona squinted at him.
But David was deep in thought:
What kind of joke is this? There’s no way I’d exchange contacts with this woman.
I don’t need her contact info anywa—
"Hey, wanna swap contacts?" Fiona suddenly asked.
"—Of course, let’s do it!" David replied reflexively, smiling like a complete idiot.
Inside, he screamed with manly despair.
THE FUCK?! Why... why was that so automatic?!
Validia was still hugging Nathan,
but her body began to glow with a soft green light.
She clapped her hands once more.
The roots surrounding the Monster Girls loosened.
Domina collapsed onto the floor, her breathing still heavy.
Livia wiped her face, then slowly stood up.
His hand gently stroked Validia’s head.
"...Her horns are still there," he thought.
"She’s still Validia."
But suddenly, Domina screamed:
"DAAAMNNN IIIIIITT!!"
Livia followed right after:
Validia released her embrace and stepped beside Nathan—
silent, like a shield.
Domina and Livia rotated their shoulders—
Their chests rose and fell,
like a morning ritual soaked in unresolved grudges.
"There’s no other way..." Domina muttered.
"...but to fight and erase this bitterness," Livia added.
Their eyes locked on a single target.
The Tower Manager only smiled.
Her eyes shimmered with moisture.
"Ah... family quarrels," she whispered.
And in that exact moment— Domina and Livia shot forward, like projectiles launched by their own past.