> You have consumed [Noir Raptura Essence].
> New skill acquired: [Sonic Dread Lv.1]
Unleash a concentrated scream that ruptures air and stuns enemies in a short radius. Scales with emotional state.
"Ah... right. Optimal Devouring..."
Only now did he truly remember.
Not because he had forgotten—
but because his body had been too busy loving and responding
to the emotional chaos crashing through him.
’This is weird... I swallowed a woman’s fluid...’
he muttered softly, eyes still locked on the translucent system screen
hovering in the air like some kind of digital dream.
In front of him, Morvessa was still in that bizarre embrace—
carried like a baby chick being taught how to squat.
But her cheeks were tinged with red.
Her eyes half-open, half-lost.
And her body... still trembling like a bowstring freshly released.
"She used to look so mysterious," Nathan whispered—half to himself.
"Now... she looks like... she’s waiting to be bitten."
His chest felt strange.
But because of lust disguised as empathy.
Or maybe empathy that finally got honest about its lust.
Beneath his still-fastened pants,
his private blade called out—
but to beg for friction.
Friction. Skin on skin. Flesh against flesh. That’s all.
But just to feel... wanted.
His shaft twitched beneath the fabric, pulsing with a strange ache—not the kind that begged for release, but the kind that begged to belong. To sink into something warm, not just physically, but spiritually. As if his body was begging the world to finally recognize it as... needed.
By a creature who once didn’t even want to touch him.
A soft voice, like thin mist.
Still hugging Morvessa from behind,
like she was holding a doll fresh from repair.
Her eyes met Nathan’s with pride—
but also... with an agenda.
"You haven’t finished, my dear," she said.
Nathan furrowed his brows.
Lilith smiled. "She hasn’t reached... her peak.
And you know, don’t you?
Mommy doesn’t like it
when her children leave meals half-cooked."
Morvessa blinked, her breath ragged.
Her chest rose and fell in tiny, helpless tremors—like a bird trapped between windows, confused which one leads to sky. The black feathers on her thighs fluttered slightly, catching wind that wasn’t there. Even her scent had changed... less hostile, more pleading. Like a petal soaked in something too intimate to name.
But she didn’t protest.
Nathan clenched his teeth. "So this is... what, homework?"
"Let’s call it that," Lilith replied—
her tone cheerful in a way that was oddly... infuriating.
Something burst in Nathan’s chest.
Annoyance. But also shame.
"Feels like I’m being used..."
But before he could complain further,
his mind tossed an old memory in his face—
of all the shitty things he used to do.
Of how he used to act so entitled,
treating these monster girls like clueless women
who didn’t realize that a dick wasn’t some toy for amusement.
And now... he was the toy.
But not just any toy.
A toy... that was needed.
"This is so weird, but... if this is punishment, then it’s the sweetest one I’ve ever had," he muttered.
Morvessa lifted her head slightly.
But no words came out.
And a faint tremble in her neck.
This time... not just to lick.
His tongue touched the place left unfinished—
the spot where all of Morvessa’s shame, trauma, and desire were hiding.
Her scream didn’t explode like a firecracker—
it escaped like boiling steam finally finding a crack to breathe through.
Her wings flapped once—then collapsed.
A high-pitched whimper escaped her throat—sharp, broken, involuntary. Her thighs clenched tight around nothing, and her toes curled like paper folding in the wind. Her slit spasmed, pulsing faintly like a cracked fountain. She wasn’t just releasing fluid—she was releasing a history. A shame. A pride. A trauma. All melting.
Warm fluid—who knows from where—splashed onto Nathan’s face,
flowing like the first spring rain the sky had held back for far too long.
But... proof that he had succeeded.
"She... exploded?" he mumbled, absurd.
Lilith chuckled softly.
And with gentle care, she lowered Morvessa to the ground.
The monster-girl’s body dropped immediately—
flat on her back, legs trembling, wings twitching,
and her face like someone who had just been pulled out of a storm.
Her hands still instinctively grasped at the air.
Her breath... ragged.
Her eyes... empty. But peaceful.
Lilith approached Nathan, who was still crouched in front of Morvessa.
His face was messy. Soaked.
But his eyes still burned bright.
"Don’t be shy," Lilith whispered.
She lifted the hem of her dress—
and gently wiped Nathan’s face.
Like a mother cleaning her child
after he’d eaten with too much excitement.
"Sometimes, it’s absurd love... that feels the most real," Lilith whispered softly.
Nathan didn’t respond.
But for the first time,
he didn’t feel like a predator.
He felt... part of something.
For once, his lowly masculine soul synced again with reality—
accepting that he wasn’t abandoned,
only left behind by a world that had kept spinning without him.
he couldn’t stay small forever.
Lilith looked at Nathan’s face—still wet—
was no longer a mother’s smile.
It was the smile of an altar’s keeper.
"Now," she whispered softly,
lifting the part of her gown that covered her thighs—slowly—
then sat down right on the ground,
her thighs raised high.
The soft flesh between her legs glistened beneath the folds of lifted fabric, a hidden temple now exposed to its first disciple. Her thighs weren’t just open—they were inviting. Like a command disguised as a question. Her scent teased the air with floral dominance, and Nathan’s breath hitched mid-thought.
"Your turn to please your mom."