Nathan raised an eyebrow.
"Right now?" he asked—half confused, half hoping for a delay.
Validia nodded without hesitation.
"Yes. The Savior said all these fruits will be distributed through the Hunter Trade Center. The shop’s name is WhiteNull, right?"
WhiteNull—WN Shop... a store in the Hunter Trade Center selling goods from the hundredth floor. From potions made of Nathan’s piss mixed with Monster Blood, to Prunus Vitalis fruits that bloomed thanks to his cum when he was dying during the Eclipse.
Validia continued, "So starting tomorrow, our fruits will have branding. You’re the official vendor. You can pick the label name later. We need to harvest today."
Nathan gently rubbed his face.
"Two days ago they were still obsessed with my dick... and now they understand logistics systems?"
Absurd. But consistent.
"...Fine," he said at last.
Then, he started taking off his shirt—just in case it got torn when the skill activated.
But Validia, swift like a pre-apocalypse laundromat worker, snatched the shirt—
"Wait—hold on! I’m... not wearing underwear."
Reflexively, he looked at Morvessa.
"Did you see my underwear fall earlier?"
Morvessa stood sweetly, hands behind her back.
"Nope~" she answered with a smile.
Even though, behind her nest made of twisted branches, a wrinkled piece of cloth was tucked—a shame-soaked rag, smelling of degraded cock that had tasted her pale little slit.
She glanced at it briefly, and in her heart, whispered with lust:
"Brother’s scent... I must breathe it in every night before I sleep."
Nathan shook his head.
"This is all nonsense..."
He took a deep breath—and activated the skill:
[Flesh Recalibration]
Yellow lightning burst from his body—crackling like the erratic daily unlocks of this NovelHub. And then, the yellow light faded... novel’s existence in marketing team eyes and algorithm.
His body was now bulked up.
Morvessa had stepped back slightly—her eyes fixed on Nathan’s member in awe.
"I want to hug it..." she thought.
Nathan stared at his shaft, which was now rising slowly—like sugarcane left too long under the sun.
"...Shit," he muttered. "Do I really have to jerk off ?"
Validia took half a step forward.
"Don’t worry," she said flatly.
Morvessa moved closer—her horns began to glow.
From the red horn, a thick liquid dripped down—its scent sharp, like monster body wash.
Nathan sniffed once—and instantly recognized it.
"...This is... Sapoa Sap?"
Then, from the blue horn, clear water flowed—cold and fresh, like a mineral water ad from a normal world.
The mixture dripped onto Nathan’s shaft—coating it slowly, wrapping his Private Blade until it gleamed.
Like a wet steak, ready for smoke.
Red meat. Hot. Slippery.
Validia, who had been holding back her expression, finally shouted:
Her voice echoed across the field.
But inside her mind, Validia shrank in shame.
"I... can’t believe I said that. But... they said if I’m awkward, Nathan won’t reach optimal state..."
Nathan stood tall—bare-chested, genitals prepped.
Cold sweat dripped from his temple.
But Morvessa’s eyes were already sparkling.
And Validia’s hands slowly clenched—trying to hide the strange tremble spreading through her body.
Behind the bushes, two figures crouched in silence.
Both had caramel asses—shiny and round, like candy apples begging to be licked.
They had been there from the start—ever since Nathan first asked, "Right now?" all the way until now... as his shaft was being stroked in a kneeling position like a mythical hero casting a fertility spell.
Her eyes widened, glassy, as if soaking in every inch of a scene the universe itself refused to broadcast on the main screen.
"...He’s actually doing it," Livia whispered.
Domina didn’t answer.
Her gaze was sharp—not out of anger, but something else...
Existential confusion.
They used to be warriors.
Descendants of a battle-born race, trained from childhood to punch dragons, kick demons, and endure the mockery of elders.
They were crouching behind shrubs, spying on a boy they once nursed, once hugged, and once...
"played with"—in a way that now felt like some illegal perverted joke.
Livia spoke again, this time more softly:
"We were just messing around back then. Like idiots. No purpose."
Domina sighed quietly.
"We only knew the joy of playing with him," she said, her voice flat. "But we never knew what those hugs meant to him."
Out there, Morvessa stood like a jealous witch, Validia posed like a disgraced farmhand, and Nathan...
...Nathan was kneeling.
His shaft stood proud, gleaming with horn-infused magic.
His face dripping with sweat. Focused. Insane. Beautiful.
Domina swallowed hard.
"I... can’t lie," she finally said. "Seeing him ... makes me feel dirty."
Livia nodded, half trembling.
"Should we... try to get close to him again?"
Domina gritted her teeth.
"But what about our pride? We’re warriors, not whores..."
Their eyes remained locked on the scene.
In a flash, they remembered those absurd early nights—when they rubbed Nathan’s shaft just for laughs, or just to see if that weak-looking creature would explode if they kept teasing him.
Morvessa and Validia might be crazier, but they were honest.
Honest about feelings.
Validia couldn’t deny that Nathan’s feelings had once been sincere.
Morvessa couldn’t pretend that the sexual play wasn’t fun—even if she couldn’t bear children yet.
Honest about who they wanted to seed their flesh—spiritually, and sexually.
Livia suddenly clenched her fists.
"I wanna punch him... when I remember how he rubbed that filthy thing all over my body..."
Domina lowered her head. Thinking something weird, she glanced at her caramel slit.
"Then don’t let him die... if you wanna hit him. He has to take responsibility—he already tasted my private part with that filthy thing..."
Meanwhile, from the other side of the field, a half-snake woman—who used to be shy—watched the unusual ritual unfold.
Validia was cheering Nathan on, "Faster! Stroke it faster!" with a bright smile on her face.She was still dying inside, but her body moved on its own—smiling like a trained cheerleader for semen agriculture.
The once-shy snake girl, now revealed to be a queen named Velmora, was wearing a strange top to cover her breasts—made of something between a crop top and stretchy green leaves.
Her heart pounded. Heat bloomed on her face.
And with her awareness restored, she finally understood what kind of feeling this was—
The same one she had back then, when she said want to guide Nathan to explore the forest... but she ended up watching him leave the woods with Validia—still in her giant form.
Back then, she whispered, "It should’ve been me..."
Now, she stayed silent.
"...That wasn’t me. That wasn’t the real me..."