The glitch finally stopped.
The Monster Girls’ bodies trembled briefly—
then collapsed to one knee.
Their outfits were in shambles.
Domina’s hoodie was hanging by one side,
her bra torn diagonally like a rag of regret.
Livia looked even worse—
her chest armor shattered, revealing glowing veins beneath exposed skin.
Morvessa and Velmora?
But not sensual— more like spiritual wounds wrapped in mismatched cloth.
Their bodies were sexy.
But not to be enjoyed.
They looked like statues of goddesses
violently thrown out of the system—
but imbued with something... wrong.
Validia was still clinging to Nathan.
Her face buried in his stomach,
tears streaming down her cheeks,
dripping onto Nathan’s waist...
then down to his thigh.
"Sorry... I’m sorry..." Validia whispered.
"I don’t know what to do anymore..."
Nathan could only stroke her hair.
"...It’s okay. J-Just relax, Validia," he replied,
even though his body was still absurdly dusty
and his cock was beginning to twitch from the accidental friction.
Domina and Livia had already launched forward.
A bluish aura surged across their skin—
like sealed energy being released.
Veins glowed along their bodies,
they shot toward Lilith.
Their claws tore through the air—
and ripped reality itself.
Their breasts bounced unnaturally with each lunge—controlled chaos wrapped in violent symmetry. The tension in their thighs glimmered under the torn remains of their armor. And yet, not a single motion was meant to seduce. Their beauty was accidental—born from rage, sharpened by trauma, polished by instinct.
raising her black scythe to block.
But Domina appeared behind her,
hands reaching for Lilith’s chest—
but to rip open emotion itself.
Livia danced in front—
her body moving like a ninja succubus in trance.
Every twist of Livia’s waist sent tremors down the battlefield. Her thighs glistened, not from sweat, but from heat born of memory and motion. Even the air parted for her curves. Watching her move was like witnessing a forbidden yoga tape filmed during a psychic meltdown. Erotic, terrifying—perfectly unnatural.
Their movements weren’t those of students—
desperate to understand
why their mother had stopped loving them.
Their bodies moved with elegance.
Lilith gave a bitter smile.
"I will be a good mother to you all... my beloved daughters..."
Her body shot into the air with absurd speed— twisting, spinning, and gliding like a superhuman straight out of a legendary shounen anime, the kind people used to watch while slurping instant noodles.
Her hair whipped wildly.
The thin fabric of her gown trailed behind her like broken wings that still believed they could fly.
Domina and Livia chased after her, but Lilith moved with impossible precision.
She spun backward to avoid trees, shot downward, then up again in a vertical streak, then veered left mid-air— as if she could read the animation frames before each attack arrived.
Then— she released her black scythe.
But the scythe didn’t fall. Instead— it began to tremble.
Then shattered— into tiny black particles, like dust disappointed in its own existence.
The fragments whirled around— then flew into Lilith’s hand.
In an instant, her right arm was wrapped in a sleek black armor, thin, glistening, with razor-sharp fingers that gleamed like metal once used to kill a smiling god.
Lilith raised her hand.
"As a good mother, I’ll play with you until you’re satisfied..."
She snapped her fingers— her wings vanished.
Then she descended— landing like a superhero, one fist slamming the ground.
Her latex dress clung to her body like a broken prayer—transparent in places that shouldn’t shine, rippling softly as she hugged her own chest. Her wings flapped once, as if trying to remember how it felt to flee from love.
Beside her, Velmora dragged her fingers down her exposed belly—her top long gone, replaced only by strands of scaled cloth that pulsed like breath. Her tongue peeked out, touching her lips, trembling.
But their bodies shifted, hips twitching, thighs pressing, as if even despair needed friction— or maybe their sanity craved one last bite of innocent happiness before fully remembered what kind of shit was happen to them.
The dust from her landing still lingered in the air when Domina charged from the right, her claws extended, glowing blue—like vengeance forged into something deceptively beautiful.
Lilith’s armored hand blocked the strike with a single finger.
Yet her skin trembled slightly.
Not because of Domina’s strength—
but because something inside the armor was trying to... remember.
Livia launched in from behind, her body twisting like a cat—half mad, half sensual.
She swung her leg, aiming for Lilith’s neck.
Her inner thighs rubbed together midair—slick from magic heat and unspeakable adrenaline. The curve of her ass was framed perfectly by what little cloth remained. As she spun, her hair wrapped around her neck, dragging her collar down—just enough to show one trembling collarbone begging to be bitten.
Lilith dodged just in time—
Livia’s heel grazed her cheek,
leaving a thin scratch—like a memory that got too close.
Lilith smiled, blood trickling from her lip.
The blood trickled over her lips like sinful lipstick—sharp, divine. Her grin wasn’t maternal. It was the kind of grin that priests see in nightmares. That grin could command erections and confessions in the same breath. Domina didn’t flinch—but Nathan, somewhere far behind, felt something stir... without permission.
"Ah... a trait of your kind, is it?"
Domina didn’t answer.
She only growled, then swung her claws again—this time, with both hands.
Sparks exploded from the impact.
Meanwhile, Livia moved in a zigzag pattern, then leapt into the air.
"I don’t care who you are..." she hissed.
"How dare you call yourself our mother...
WHY DID YOU MAKE US ?!"
Lilith stared at the two of them.
Her body glowed faintly.
The armor on her hand began to melt slowly—
like metallic flesh starting to cry.
"Make you...?" Lilith frowned.
"It seems the memory is still too slow to reach your brains."
Lilith’s eyes suddenly widened.
Suddenly, the ground trembled.