[You’re almost reached climax....]
[Prepare to stroke and aim the cock toward the Prunus Vitalis sprouts so the fluid isn’t wasted....]
Nathan was slightly surprised by the notification. "Shit, even the climax process is being monitored by the system," he muttered in frustration.
The Tower Manager, hearing the notification, sucked Nathan’s shaft hard.
Then she slowly released it. "Hwahh...." Her black lips pulled away from the sides of his cock, a thin, fragile line of saliva stretching between her lips and the shaft.
The Tower Manager leaned her head back, her warm breath from her throat whispering a farewell to the head of Nathan’s cock.
Slowly, with her index and middle fingers,
the Tower Manager held Nathan’s cock
like a mafia boss holding a cigar.
She gave it a final kiss, like a chef showing appreciation for an expensive dish with a tiny portion, perfect for showing off on social media.
The Tower Manager grinned, then gently nudged the head of Nathan’s cock with her index finger. Nathan, feeling all those sensations, squirmed and leaned backward.
"FUCKKKKK... fuckk...."
He immediately grabbed his shaft.
The First Legendary Dick Master began to unleash his stroking skills, ready to shot the holy liquid that would rain down upon the adorable little sprouts.
The Tower Manager watched the stroking with a grin, holding her white breasts, pinching her nipple, her thumb and index finger forming an O shape.
Euuhmmmmm... keep stroking... keep stroking... give me that nostalgic feeling, let me feel the strange madness as I watch your ancestors made a sin... when they break they promises... She bit her lip, her smooth thighs tightening, rubbing against each other.
He moaned, his hand movements growing faster. The Tower Manager’s saliva, still clinging tightly to his shaft, made the heavenly stroke even slicker. Nathan’s cockhead throbbed.
With precision, The First Legendary Dick Master activated [Semenflora] and took aim, ready to maximize the liquid ammunition about to be fired.
Splahss... Splashrt.....
"AHHGHH...." Nathan groaned.
"Eummhh..." the Tower Manager let out a soft sigh.
The two voices became the melody accompanying the watering of the Prunus Vitalis sprouts, holy liquid spraying from the tip of Nathan’s cock, splashing down onto the tiny, adorable sprouts.
The liquid, called the seed of life, danced onto the sprouts, marking them with vitality. Each drop sealed the ritual — a moment of pure, chaotic blessing — Splashphemy.
The ground trembled, the tiny sprouts grew quickly.
Nathan fell to his knees, his eyes locked on the growing Prunus Vitalis. "Fuck... I really did it." His breath was uneven, like a father after working really hard to support the growth of his children.
The Tower Manager smiled, ’What a beautiful sight,’ she licked her own lips.
Nathan lowered his head, looking at his shaft that had given its full support to the growth of Prunus Vitalis. He slowly stood up, his cock swaying, a drop of holy liquid still resting on the tip. Slowly, he walked forward, his cock starting to cool down but still hard, wobbling slightly.
He stopped in the middle of the Prunus Vitalis trees, sat down, letting the skin of his butt touch the ground. He spread his robe on the ground, then lay down and looked up at the sky.
He inhaled the air and exhaled slowly, like a parent who feels calm because their children can now stand on their own.
The Prunus Vitalis trees began to bear fruit, surrounding Nathan like children who are devoted and loving toward their parent, without expecting an inheritance of wealth.
"I’m insane..." he murmured.
"So good..." he added.
"But this is for humanity," he reasoned.
Slowly, his vision blurred, the pleasure of climaxing without control over his own body had drained him.
Slowly... ever so slowly... slowly... his eyelids fell, the upper and lower lashes kissing softly — no tears came, only calm.
Meanwhile, Nathan’s cock leaned to the left, resting after its battle for the growth of Prunus Vitalis, touched by the wind, greeted by a Prunus Vitalis leaf gently falling onto its tip, like the kiss of a devoted child on their old parent’s forehead.
His consciousness drifted, slipping away into a haze as the ground cooled beneath him.
Slowly... Again, slowly...
Nathan’s eyes opened, but he was standing in a strange room.
In front of him, teenage Nathan was being scolded by a teacher, inside a classroom where the students sat neatly, all watching young Nathan.
Seated, the plump female teacher crossed her arms. "Stop making up your own formulas! Solve this math problem using the method I taught you!" she barked.
Teenage Nathan lowered his head.
"B-But this way is faste—"
The teacher slammed the desk.
"You’re still young! Quit acting like a know-it-all!. Be like the others. Act your age!" She raised her chin, looking at Nathan the way you’d look at a dog that just pooped on the carpet.
Teenage Nathan frowned, confused.
His mistake had nothing to do with social behavior. He was just trying to solve the math problem his own way.
Why is this wrong? young Nathan muttered.
Naked Nathan lowered his head.
"Yeah, I should be like others. I shouldn’t act like I know everything," he sighed, watching the past replay before his eyes.
The scene shifted. Nathan, still naked, now looked at his adult self, working, following the life patterns of others, taking no initiative, just going with the flow.
Naked Nathan sighed. "Yeah, this is how it’s supposed to be. She was right — I should be like the others."
The scene shifted again. Nathan, coming home from work, bumped into a hunter in armor. "Tch... get out of the way, weakling," the hunter muttered.
Nathan didn’t fight back. He knew a hunter’s power was beyond that of a normal human. Naked Nathan watching the scene sighed. "Yeah, he’s right. I’m weak, and it’s better to avoid trouble."
"Is this a dream?" Nathan glanced to the side, seeing the cityscape come into focus.People moved back and forth. He felt strange.
He looked down. "I’m still naked," he muttered.
Suddenly, the sky changed, turning into dusk. In front of naked Nathan, a small boy — his younger self — ran happily, waving.
Nathan looked at his younger self. The boy shouted, "Mommy...."
Nathan frowned, slowly lifting his gaze to see a woman running toward the little boy.
He smiled softly. "Mom, I hope you’re still well," he whispered, slowly turning his gaze away. "Damn, I haven’t seen her in so long."
"Hey... Nathan...."His mother’s voice grew closer.
Nathan glanced over, his eyes widened. "What?"
His mother passed right through little Nathan and ran toward him.
"Mom? What? Mom... don’t look at me..." Nathan trembled, covering his semi-hard, cooling-down cock with both hands cupped in front. He tried to back away, but his feet felt heavy, stuck to the ground as her figure approached
"Nathan.... Nathan...."
Her voice kept coming closer. Nathan lowered his head.
Mom... don’t look at me...
A shadow loomed behind his mother.