Nathan was still standing at the edge of the room.
With a dusty cock that no longer understood its biological function.
The warm air that had just stabilized didn’t warm him.
The system’s light had returned—
but the light of affection...
had never come his way.
He looked at the women in the distance.
Not just their bodies—though his cursed instincts tried.
But the way they leaned into Lilith.
The way warmth radiated from their very silence.
Nathan’s eyes betrayed him—each silhouette felt unfairly sculpted by divine nostalgia. Breasts peeked through torn fabric like guilty dreams, thighs flexed not for combat, but remembrance. The tension wasn’t sexual—it was... something crueler. Like being horny at a funeral. A sacred garden blooming, where he wasn’t allowed to sniff.
They had become real.
Not just girls he tried to protect.
They were no longer his responsibility.
And somehow... that felt worse than being hated.
He touched his own chest,
felt the faint rhythm there.
It wasn’t beating faster.
It wasn’t doing anything helpful.
"I know i’m not special since day one, but why it’s kinda hurts?"
He didn’t know who he was asking.
Sometimes, the universe doesn’t answer. Not because it’s cruel—
but because it, too, has its hands full buffering someone else’s trauma.
Nathan looked up again, half-expecting a sign.
A cloud maybe. A glitch.
All he got was a lonely digital butterfly that looped in place... then disappeared.
gazing at his own shaft.
"This feels weird," he whispered—
as if scolding an old friend
who never understood timing.
A second digital leaf fell.
It stuck to his shaft again.
The shaft twitched—not proudly, but reflexively. Like a soldier called into battle by accident. The leaf stayed, pressing like a fake nipple sticker—useless, ridiculous, yet somehow stimulating. Nathan cursed under his breath. Not because he was aroused—
but because he couldn’t tell if he was or wasn’t anymore.
The leaf clung like loyalty in a toxic relationship—unasked, unhelpful, unstoppable.
Nathan tried shaking it off.
For a moment, it felt like a silent duel between a man’s dignity and a leaf-shaped emoji of failure.
(Hint: The one with balls.)
This time, it didn’t move.
as if it finally understood:
every stage was never meant for it.
He walked slowly to a flat stone.
But the system pinged:
[Please keep your buttocks from interfering with emotionally stabilizing moments.]
Nathan stood up again.
hoping to find a tree, or a cloth,
But there was nothing.
Only air that whispered softly.
Validia hugged Morvessa.
Domina closed her eyes.
Velmora leaned into Lilith’s embrace.
Nathan finally sat cross-legged on the ground.
His cock touched the dirt first.
The dirt was oddly warm—moist, grainy, like a cruel parody of intimacy. His shaft flattened slightly, unsure if it was being punished or comforted. A pulse followed. Just one. Enough to remind him: no matter how holy the moment was, biology still wanted to cum in inappropriate places.
as if it was being routed through an unregistered server.
"So this is what it feels like...
to be an NPC loot item
that no one ever picks up..."
He tried talking to the system.
"This is very confusing.
Can you please explain, systematically,
what just happened...?"
[Information cannot be clarified.
Your response is your choice.]
There was nothing left to be offered.
Even his body now felt like the remains of a meme in a world that had forgotten humor.
Like a museum prop— unimportant, but too sentimental to throw away.
A feeling of estrangement settled inside him.
He wanted to touch someone. Not in lust, but in a desperate, skin-to-skin, please-notice-me way. But his erection ruined it—casting every imagined embrace into perversion. Even hugs became fantasies soaked in sweat. Love was never just love in his brain. It always had an erection lurking beneath.
The memory of his vow— to love the Monster Girls sincerely, as a degenerate man trying to be honorable— no longer served any purpose.
Their full consciousness had returned.
Making it feel like all the emotional moments they once shared—his effort to love them not just with lust, his attempt to honor the monster women by refusing his urges— meant nothing now.
The wind rustled again, as if trying to say something...
But no system alert came.
No punchline arrived.
Just Nathan, sitting—
with a useless erection,
and a heart that didn’t know whether to cry
And so did the Chapter.
Outside the Tower – DAYTIME
Sunlight pierced through the apartment window,
but Fiona was still in the same spot—
blanket pulled up to her chest,
but from not sleeping a single second since dawn.
Her hand still clutched her phone.
Her thumb scrolled up,
as if searching for something
that was never going to appear.
Her stomach growled louder than her voice.
As if her body feared:
then everything weird from last night
would suddenly become real.
Meanwhile, across the city,
David sat against his kitchen wall.
He had showered—for some reason—
despite doing nothing all night
but pacing like an idiot.
His hair was still wet.
His shirt was inside-out.
he laughed to himself.
Not because it was funny.
But because it was panic + sleep deprivation + shame
They hadn’t messaged each other all night.
David had no idea what to type
after that last awkward yet honest exchange.
She had no idea how to respond to...
Her fingers had started typing ten times.
And deleted ten times too.
David stared at the screen.
Fiona’s reply came instantly:
> Yes. But maybe... compatible idiots?
David smiled slightly.
But his eyes still felt heavy.
Not just from insomnia.
But because of feelings
that hadn’t been categorized yet.
And, goddammit— because his voice from last night
was still playing in both their heads.
And while those trapped in the Tower
danced between memory and magic—
in a house where slippers were never in pairs,
a little girl opened her old laptop
with crumbs still stuck in the keyboard.
It wasn’t even a clean browser.
But it was where hope—
REAL WORLD – NATHAN’S PARENTS’ HOUSE – MORNING
(Before the weird romcom moment ever happened)
Lily opened her old laptop—
the one she usually used to watch slime ASMR
and type up science homework.
a new tab was open in the search bar:
> "Law of Attraction: How to Bring What You Want into the Real World."
Her narrow eyes stared at the screen
like she was interrogating a theory of the universe.
[ Clearly visualize what you desire.
Feel as if it has already happened.
And the universe will adjust your frequency. ]
Lily scratched her head.
She was still in avocado-print pajamas,
looking like a tired emoji.
"Bullshit..." she muttered.
She dragged the mouse.
The site got more ridiculous:
testimonials from people who ’attracted their dream car,’
’married the most beautiful male idol in the world,’
’summoned aliens through breath visualization.’
Lily clicked her tongue.
"These people have left the realm of logic."
But her hand didn’t move away from the page.
She stared at one sentence
near the bottom of the screen:
[ A mind focused on love...
will call home whoever you miss the most. ]
Her expression changed.
Her eyes narrowed again—
not from skepticism this time,
but because she hated the feeling of hope.
she closed all the tabs—
Then, awkwardly and stiff—
like a kid learning how to pray for the first time—
And imagined her brother.
Not some idealized version.
But the real Nathan— goofy,
bad at dressing, laughing like an idiot at milk commercials.
"...Come home, dumbass..." Lily whispered. Her kid voice was small— but her intention was raw and honest.
Some prayers are loud.
Others wear avocado pajamas, whisper insults, and hope the universe isn’t on lunch break.
Lily didn’t know how Law of Attraction worked.
She just hoped it reached somewhere—
even if all it touched first
was a dusty man’s confused dick in another dimension.
The world moves at random.
but still full of hope.
hope for reality itself.