Livia pouted, "Me too... You have to thank me too, right? Domina's not the only one who's been kind to you!"
Nathan sighed, cheeks slightly red. He crossed his arms—
not to act tough, but just to hold himself together from the sheer chaos of the moment.
"O-of course..." he muttered, then smirked.
"I'll thank both of you... mhwwe... mwhehhehehhe..."
The perverted chuckle escaped him like a villain testing out his new kink-based superpower.
That twisted little laugh echoed in the air for a second.
Nathan was still standing in the river, body twitching slightly—like his soul hadn't fully synced back after unleashing that divine-level nut.
His breathing was heavy, skin cold, and brain still buffering like a corrupted save file.
Domina and Livia stepped out of the water, and Nathan stared at their wet, brown skin.
"Three... two... one—SPIN DRY!!"
Livia's shout exploded in the air. Domina and Livia instantly jumped, naked, and started spinning like living fans. Water splashed everywhere. Their hair, tits, and asses swung wildly, following the motion.
Nathan blinked. "What... Spin Dry?"
They landed—tits bouncing beautifully, asses jiggling as their feet touched the ground. They began putting on those thin cloths that only barely covered their top and bottom parts. Nathan couldn't help but stare in awe, especially when they bent down to grab the fabric, flashing that perfect caramel pussy slit.
Even though his cock wasn't hard—still on cooldown—his eyes felt satisfied.
"I'll make them feel what my dick felt... tomorrow," Nathan muttered.
Domina and Livia had already left Nathan behind.
He splashed his face with river water, sighing long and deep. Then he looked down.
His cock had gone soft—finally. A fragile sign of peace after being "massaged" to the edge of consciousness by a bubbly rabbit girl who treated it like a weird squishy toy.
He stepped out of the river, still dripping.
Then stared at his pants like it was sacred armor.
"The only thing protecting my dignity... must stay dry."
He stood still, arms out like a human scarecrow, letting the breeze dry his body naturally. When he was good enough, he put his pants back on and walked over to the same spot where they had eaten earlier.
The open dining area—just grass, stones, and a firepit—was already clean.
Leaves used as mats? Gone.
Campfire? Extinguished.
The rare-wood grill they built like excited cavemen? Nowhere to be found.
Domina and Livia were sitting nearby on a rock, legs dangling, swaying side to side like kids bored after recess.
"You two cleaned all this?" Nathan asked.
Domina smiled like she just got a gold star sticker. "Yup!"
Livia beamed. "You looked really tired after shooting all that white stuff. Sooo... we did clean-up duty."
She said it like she'd just helped a friend finish homework.
Nathan squinted at them—unsure whether he was talking to battle-hardened monsters or overgrown kindergartners with murder stats.
After a while, the brightness of the sky began to fade—like someone slowly lowering a phone's screen brightness.
Domina and Livia stretched. "Yaaawwwnnn..."
They casually walked into the cave.
"Let's sleep," Domina said.
Nathan followed. They laid down again on the pile of straw. Nathan was physically and mentally done. Even though he was sandwiched between two thicc rabbit fighters, tonight... he could sleep like a rock.
The next morning, he woke up to find Domina and Livia already gone from the cave.
"I wonder what they're doing today?" Nathan sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Is it... fruit day?"
Before he could think further—
[ Day One as General Assistant has begun ]
[ The Tower Manager has issued your first task ]
Objective: Collect 10 Prunus Vitalis seeds and replant them near the river.
Required Quantity: 10 units.
– Locate Prunus Vitalis trees.
– Use the shovel to carefully extract dropped seeds around the base.
– Replant seeds near the river.
Warning: Cracked or damaged seeds may result in poor mana yield.
Nathan stared at the panel.
"Prunus Vitalis...?" he muttered under his breath.
The name was unfamiliar, but the task seemed simple enough. Dig, collect, replant. Basic manual labor. Nothing flashy.
He exhaled slowly, then glanced toward the forest ahead.
"...Guess I'll see what this fruit actually looks like."
Another panel appeared:
[ You have received two soul-bound artifacts from the Tower Manager ]
– Eternal Shovel – Will never rust.
– Watering Tool – Allows water to enrich the soil.
Both items briefly appeared, then vanished—now connected to his thoughts.
"Soul-bound artifacts? And it's just a shovel and a watering can?" Nathan grumbled.
He let out a sigh, already knowing the Tower Manager wouldn't care about any complaints.
"I wonder what kind of 'soul-bound gift' he's gonna throw at me next. Hammer and sickle?"
A new panel appeared:
[ Follow the map to reach the Prunus Vitalis Grove... ]
A map interface opened, showing the route Nathan could take.
[ Route confirmed. Monster encounter risk: Low ]
Nathan began walking, following the indicated path into a part of the forest he'd never seen before. The way there was pretty chill—he passed over thick roots and weird flowers.
There was one strange flower that looked disturbingly like a dripping pussy, twitching as it devoured the insects that landed on it.
Nathan followed the path until a soft chime popped right next to his ear.
[ Prunus Vitalis Detected ]
A panel floated up, showing a glowing tree icon just a few steps ahead.
Nathan looked up. "That?"
He took a step forward.
Another panel blinked into view—
[ Dig here to retrieve viable Prunus Vitalis seed ]
Nathan froze. He looked down.
It was just plain grass and dirt—no fruit, no seed, no mini glowing tree.
"...Wait, what? The tree's over there. Why the fuck am I digging here?"
He looked back at the panel. The marker didn't move. It was pointing at the ground right below his feet.
Nathan squinted. "Okay. Whatever...."
Without any weird chant, without activating any skill—
Nathan summoned the shovel with just a thought.
"If only this was a sword, that'd be way cooler."
He crouched down, ready to dig—
But then the wind shifted.
Perched high on a thick tree branch—
A figure crouched low, talons gripping the bark in complete silence.
She wasn't standing—just squatting like a predator, legs parted slightly, exposing the pale slit between her thighs without shame or thought.
Nathan's throat tightened.
Her skin was unnaturally pale—like moonlight trapped in flesh.
Long black hair drifted behind her, barely moving.
Her chest wasn't large like Domina's—but it was firm, subtly defined, with soft feather-like fur brushing just above her cleavage.
Golden eyes locked onto him.
Sharp. Curious. Completely unreadable.
Her body leaned forward, talons lifting.
In a single fluid motion, she launched herself into the air—
Descending straight toward Nathan.