"What... what do you want?" Nathan asked, trying to free himself from the warm coils of the snake monster, his shoulder lightly brushing against her soft breasts.
"Forgiveness," she whispered.
"Hah?" Nathan raised an eyebrow, his face full of disbelief.
"I... I attacked you before, right? During the Eclipse?"
The snake lowered her head, her shaky breaths brushing against Nathan’s neck.
Nathan stared at her, confused. "Alright... I forgive you. Now let me go."
The coils slowly loosened, like a man’s hand after firing off his last desperate cumshot.
Nathan could move again.
He immediately turned around, facing the snake up close.
"Your... your wound... healed?" the snake said, her voice trembling, as if she were trying to hold back a laugh—or trauma.
Nathan gave a small nod.
What kind of feeling is this? It’s so damn awkward. Nathan thought, not knowing what to say.
There he stood—Nathan, The First Legendary Dick Master—face-to-face with a snake monster who had a gorgeous V-line and a navel that could tempt a priest.
Nathan scratched the back of his neck, feeling the situation grow even more absurd.
The snake monster was still bowing her head, her red hair draping down, covering part of her face.
Every now and then, her tail moved slowly, like a nervous reflex.
"Uh... so..." Nathan opened his mouth, trying to dispel the thickening awkwardness. "What are you doing here?"
The snake slightly lifted her face, looking at Nathan with her gleaming red eyes.
"I... wanted to say thank you..." she whispered, her voice hoarse, like someone who had cried all night.
Nathan frowned. "Thanks... for what?"
The snake twisted her fingers—even though it was strange, because she technically didn’t have hands—but the awkward gesture still felt real.
"Because... you... avoided me... during the Eclipse..." she answered softly, her eyes blinking slowly, as if those words were heavy to say.
Another silence filled the air between them.
Nathan took a deep breath.
"...Alright. You’re welcome," he finally said, with a casual tone.
The snake gave a small nod.
Nathan exhaled again, feeling the awkwardness still lingering heavily.
The snake monster shifted slightly, her flexible body moving along the subtle ripples of the ground beneath her.
"Ng... Nathan..." she mumbled, almost like a shy whisper.
Nathan raised an eyebrow. "How do you know my name?"
The snake monster lowered her head even further, her red hair almost brushing the ground.
"A.. Okay.." Nathan nodded.
The conversation ended again in silence, making Nathan feel even more uncomfortable.
The snake monster slowly lifted her face, "You... are beautiful..." she said softly, as if confessing a great sin.
Nathan froze, blinking slowly. ’Beautiful? Me?’
Before he could open his mouth to respond, the snake monster continued,
The words slipped out so naturally—straightforward, innocent, without a hint of mockery.
Nathan remained silent again.
The atmosphere between them grew even more absurd than before.
A gentle breeze stirred the dry leaves around them, adding yet another layer of weirdness that nobody had asked for.
Nathan finally let out a deep breath.
"If you know I’m fragile, then why the hell did you slither up and cling to me like that?" Nathan muttered, half to himself.
The snake monster only wriggled slightly, as if she didn’t have an answer.
The snake monster squirmed slowly, then opened her mouth.
"My name is... hmm..." she seemed to think for a moment, then blinked. "Oh. My name is... Velmora."
Nathan furrowed his brows. "You had to think first?"
Velmora lowered her head again, shy. "I forgot you didn’t know yet..."
"I also forgot that saying your own name needs buffering," Nathan let out a sigh. "But okay... Velmora."
The snake monster nodded slightly, looking happy just because her name was spoken.
The snake monster—Velmora—stayed still, showing no signs of leaving. Her head tilted slightly downward, staring at the ground while occasionally glancing at Nathan.
Nathan raised an eyebrow.
"You... don’t you have anything else to do?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Velmora shook her head gently, her red hair softly swaying.
Nathan sighed. His confusion piled up like a stack of error files in his head.
Finally, he asked, "Where do you live, Velmora?"
Velmora blinked. "Close."
Nathan tilted his head. "Close to where?"
Velmora pointed with her tail—a slow circular motion toward the river.
"Close... to the tree... where you, Domina... and Livia... often bathe," she said, her voice so pure, like she wasn’t even aware how absurd the information she just revealed was.
Near the Sapoa Tree?! Nathan thought, almost wanting to punch himself.
Which means... back when I was bathing... she probably...
Nathan’s face stiffened.
Nathan slowly raised one hand, covering his face.
Realizing there was a possibility someone had been watching while he played with his dick or rubbed it against his favorite caramel ass crack.
Damn it... she was peeking this whole time? he thought, feeling a mix of shame, irritation, and something else he couldn’t even name.
Meanwhile, Velmora just stared at him with her head slightly tilted, as if she didn’t understand why Nathan looked like he wanted to evaporate from the world.
Velmora remained silent, not making a sound, looking nervous and shy, making Nathan feel even more uncomfortable and wishing this would all end quickly.
His brain finally found an escape route.
Nathan let out a heavy sigh.
"Okay... I want to get out of this forest... Do you know the way?"
Velmora blinked slowly, her tail shifting slightly—like a puppy being invited for a walk.
"I... I’ll guide you," she replied, her voice soft like a whisper.
Velmora coiled her tail tighter to the ground, then slowly slithered forward, leading Nathan through thick bushes and massive tree roots.
She moved ahead of him, occasionally glancing back with her head slightly bowed.
Silence took over again.
The sound of scales dragging against dirt, Nathan’s breathing, and the whispers of wind became the only soundtrack of their absurd little journey.
Nathan glanced sideways at Velmora.
Velmora... Domina... Livia...
Those names circled his mind.
They can speak. They have language.
Even if I can’t really tell the difference now... they have vocabulary, they have consciousness... they’re alive.
His eyes slowly widened.
Then... why do monsters like them exist inside this Tower?
The questions piled up inside his head, no longer containable.
Nathan opened his mouth.
She glanced back, red hair swaying softly.
"Why... are you guys inside the Tower?"
Her head dipped low, then lifted slightly, then dipped again—like someone being asked to solve math in an alien dialect.
"Tower...?" Velmora mumbled. "What’s a Tower?"
Nathan felt a strange weight press against his breath.
His brain scrambled for another route.
Okay, maybe that question was too technical.
Nathan changed approach.
"How did you get here?" he asked softly. "Where’s your family?"
Velmora stiffened. She clutched her own head tightly, fingers digging into her hair.
"AAAGGHHHHH...." she groaned in pain.