Empty panels appeared in front of Nathan.
"The fuck is going on?" Nathan tried to put on his pants.
But before he had the chance to cover his dirty cock, the panels surrounded him, starting to arrange into a strange formation.
Black chains came out from each of the panels.
"Ughhh..." the chains slowly circled around him. "Fuck..." the chain that touched Nathan’s right hand pulled it straight, and the same thing happened to the chain that touched his left hand.
His pants slid down again, slowly dropping and stopping at his ankles.
His cock, still in cooldown but not fully soft, bounced uncontrollably, swaying like an elephant’s trunk to the left and right before drooping down with its head bowed toward the ground.
Nathan’s legs were also tied by the chains, making him completely unable to move.
Then, in front of him, a dark line formed. A pair of white-skinned hands appeared, pushing each side of the line apart until it became a wide opening.
Nathan could only stare at it, his still-wet and dirty cock staying still, the cum on his stomach — not yet dry — sliding down to his V-line, while dirty water from the tip of his cock dripped onto the ground.
A few minutes before that happened, the Tower Manager clenched her fist.
In front of her was a panel displaying a notification.
[Bugged Hunter attempting to access forbidden memory]
A screen that kept replaying the scene of Nathan and Velmora was locked under the Tower Manager’s gaze.
Right beside that screen, there was another panel — the true reason behind his anger.
[Tolerance has been granted]
[If a second attempt occurs {Bugged Hunter attempting to access forbidden memory} the Tower Manager will receive a penalty: lifespan reduced by approximately 100 years...]
"Why... why... why... your kind is always drawn to forbidden things, even your ancestors messed everything up... DAMN HUMAN!!!"
The Tower Manager let out a sigh, her milk-white breasts rising and falling along with it.
A few seconds before that incident happened.
[Bugged Hunter attempting to access forbidden memory for the second time...]
The Tower Manager stood up, a panel displaying Nathan right after climaxing popped up.
Another panel appeared.
[Penalty has been given...]
[Lifespan has been reduced....]
The Tower Manager’s eyebrows furrowed sharply.
"You... son of goblin!!!! why..."
[Tower Manager is authorized to reprimand directly]
The Tower Manager frowned.
"Mwhe.. ehhehe... hehehehe..."
Her eyes locked onto Nathan’s wet cock — Nathan, inside the panel, was just about to stand up and cover his dripping cock with his pants.
The Tower Manager cleared his throat, stretched out her hand, and with her index finger, traced a straight black line in the air.
Slowly, her hand slipped into it, tearing the dark line apart.
Nathan trembled as a woman emerged from the gap.
A woman with skin as white as milk, contrasting sharply against her pitch-black clothes.
Her hair was black, her lips were stark black, accentuating her elegant face.
Her white breasts, supported by a strapless dress, created a sight as elegant as a jumbo portion of vanilla ice cream served in a black glass.
The woman walked gracefully, her outfit resembling the design of a hot villain you might have seen in some illustration before — her pussy was covered, but both of her thighs were completely exposed.
Nathan couldn’t move, his cock surrendering to the situation.
His cock, still in cooldown, couldn’t properly respond to the beautiful sight before him.
The woman kept getting closer, stopping right in front of Nathan.
"Damn human, never try to find a way to access forbidden memory!" she said elegantly.
The voice wasn’t unfamiliar to Nathan — the milf-like voice that always appeared in the panels.
"Tower Manager?" Nathan asked.
"Yeah... I am the Tower Manager, the one who gave you the title of General Assistant."
Her hand moved slightly forward.
"What actually happened?" Nathan tried to free himself, his body starting to tremble.
"You still don’t understand? The past memories of the monsters are forbidden memory," she explained, her shoulder slightly moving forward.
"O.. Okay... now stop your damn perverted finger!!!" Nathan shuddered in horror.
"O... ouh... this isn’t a problem, don’t worry," she said, her fingers grabbing Nathan’s cock head, then squeezing it like a clown nose.
"Euumm... Stop it..." Nathan bit his lip.
The Tower Manager stopped.
"Hmm... your shaft is really funny, just like your ancestor’s," she said.
"Ancestor?" Nathan frowned.
The Tower Manager chuckled.
Her right hand positioned itself right in front of Nathan’s cock, palm facing upward like someone waiting to receive something.
Then, her index finger tapped the underside of Nathan’s cockhead.
She kept poking it, making Nathan’s cockhead bounce like a little kid playing on a trampoline.
"Yeah... looks exactly the same, mweh... ehhehehe...."
"...So you’re not going to tell me about the monsters? Then what do you mean by my ancestor? And... and... stop playing with my dickhead..." Nathan said, annoyed.
The Tower Manager took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling like a heavy night sky.
"I can’t give you information about the monsters or your ancestor, but I can still play with your dickhead, mweh.. ehehee...." she said.
Her gaze dropped to Nathan’s shaft — still half-limp — swaying lightly like a wilted flower in the middle of a storm.
"Humanity must find it themselves," she continued, as if stating a universal law that couldn’t be disputed.
Nathan growled, his voice hoarse.
"I’m a human too, you idiot!"
For the first time, the Tower Manager smiled.
Not a warm smile, nor a malicious one.
But a hollow smile — like a marble statue that had stood too long under acid rain.
"You..." she raised one finger, tapping Nathan’s forehead lightly.
The tap felt like a stamp.
A label that couldn’t be erased.
"A mistake that will be useful... but still a mistake. You don’t count. You won’t be discarded if you obey."
Nathan clenched his fists, the chains around his wrists rattling softly.
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do?! Just stay in this tower jerking off until I die?!"
The Tower Manager chuckled.
Her laughter sounded broken, like a cassette tape being played in reverse.
"If you continue helping humanity through the White Null Shop..."
She stepped closer, her breath scorching the air between them.
"...slowly, you will find all the answers you’re looking for."
Her eyes — dark like tiny black holes — locked onto Nathan’s.
"The more people you help... the faster the truth will reveal itself."
Nathan snorted, cold sweat mixed with disgust dripping down his temple.
"What if I... refuse to help?"
The Tower Manager’s finger stopped playing with Nathan’s cockhead.
Her face moved closer to his.
Her mouth neared his ear, and she whispered.
Nathan’s eyes widened.