Nathan blinked in confusion. "Uh... what?"
Velmora, still blushing shyly, pointed with the tip of her tail at Nathan’s pants and robe lying crumpled by the riverside. "The... cloth. Please... put it... there."
Nathan glanced at his rumpled clothes. "My... clothes?" he frowned, feeling his cock twitch slightly.
Velmora gave a soft nod, tilting her head as if searching for words. "Um... sapoa... sap... on it."
"Sapoa sap...?" Nathan mumbled.
Half unsure, Nathan picked up his pants and robe, placed them over the river, and poured sapoa sap over them like detergent.
"Now... step back," Velmora whispered.
Nathan stepped back cautiously. Velmora raised her body, her long tail curling gracefully in the air... then—
Her scaly tail coiled and thrashed the clothes like a living washing machine, water splashing everywhere, the scent of sapoa sap filling the air.
Nathan stood there, mouth open. Are you serious...? he murmured, then a smirk slowly spread across his face. Laundry... snake...?!
Velmora kept spinning and pressing Nathan’s clothes, then dipped them back into the water and thrashed them again until the sapoa sap bubbles vanished and his clothes looked perfectly clean, like they were freshly bought, spotless.
Velmora looked up at him with a faint, proud smile, her cheeks tinted a soft red. "Clean... clothes," she murmured softly, almost like a devoted child who barely touched their gadgets all day just to help at home.
Nathan scratched the back of his head. "Uh... thanks..." he said awkwardly.
Velmora gave a small nod, then lifted his clothes with the tip of her tail, holding them out toward Nathan. Drops of water still trickled from the fabric, but somehow, they already looked much cleaner than before.
Nathan grinned, taking the clothes. Laundry snake, huh...? Never thought I’d run into a feature in the Tower.
As he reached out, his hand paused. Damn, I need to wash myself first, he thought, feel dirty as hell.
"Velmora, can you hold this for a while?" Nathan asked.
Velmora nodded again, her expression calm. Nathan quickly washed himself with the remaining sapoa sap, scrubbing down his whole body—and of course, giving special attention to his now-cooling-down cock.
Once he was done, he walked back over and took his pants and robe from Velmora’s tail. ’Damn... my cum’s still on her chest...’ Nathan’s gaze drifted, lingering on Velmora’s beautiful breasts, barely covered by a thin layer of fabric.
Nathan wrung out his robe, water dripping steadily, soaking into his already-squeezed pants. "Hah... finally clean," he muttered, stepping slowly out of the river, his bare feet slipping a little on the wet ground.
As soon as he reached the riverbank, Nathan glanced back. Velmora had already scooted closer, her innocent face gazing at him like a child who didn’t want to be left behind. The tip of her tail was even brushing the surface of the water, ready to dive in.
Nathan raised a hand. "Uh, wait, maybe clean yourself up first. Seriously, look at you," he said, flicking his eyes quickly toward Velmora’s chest, still glistening from the aftermath of their "battle."
Velmora blinked slowly. Without a word, she suddenly dove into the water—splash! A big wave shot up and splattered Nathan’s legs.
Underwater, Velmora flipped onto her stomach, her red hair spreading out like a net, her long, scaled body spinning in circles like a drill blade.
Nathan just stood there, his mouth twitching. "...Holy crawling," He said.
Velmora kept spinning, bubbles rising to the surface, her tail occasionally splashing water onto the shore. Nathan finally let out a soft laugh, covering his face with one hand.
"Floor 100 really is something else," he murmured, glancing up at the sky.
After Velmora was done, Nathan started walking, and Velmora kept following him.
Nathan’s feet pressed into the damp ground, leaving faint tracks, while his now cool-down cock swung lazily, happily dancing along with the breeze and the bright sunlight.
Biting his lower lip, Nathan walked toward the spot where he’d planted the Prunus Vitalis. His steps were soft, but behind him came the faint rustling of grass. He glanced back — Velmora, her long body gliding smoothly across the ground, her scales shimmering faintly under the light, moving like a giant curious snake that just wouldn’t leave her toy alone.
When they reached the Prunus Vitalis tree, Nathan hung his pants and robe on a low branch, staring at them for a second. "Hope they dry before nightfall," he muttered, then turned around—
Nathan froze, slowly turning his head. Velmora stood not far behind, hugging her stomach, her face slightly flushed.
"Velmora? Hungry?" Nathan raised an eyebrow.
Velmora quickly nodded, her eyes darting shyly, her cheeks turning even redder. "Y-yeah... I haven’t hunted today..."
Nathan let out a sigh, a soft grin tugging at his lips. "Alright, just go hunt for now."
But Velmora waved her hands quickly, her tail brushing a bush. "B-but I said... i... i will guide you..."
Nathan stared blankly for a few seconds, then ruffled his own hair. "Relax, we can explore later."
Velmora’s face instantly brightened, a smile blooming like a child being told they could go play. "O-okay... I... I’ll go now, then..."
As she turned, Nathan’s eyes fell on the freshly grown Prunus Vitalis. A few small, bright purple fruits dangled from its branches. On reflex, he picked one, held it for a moment, then called out, "Hey, Velmora!"
Velmora stopped, looking back with curious eyes. Nathan tossed the fruit lightly. "For a quick snack."
Velmora caught it with both hands, her eyes widening. Instantly, a pure smile spread across her face, and Nathan chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her.
"I really look like a cool guy right now, mwhehhhehe..." Nathan whispered to himself, before turning his gaze back to the makeshift laundry swaying lazily in the wind.
The tranquility of The First Legendary Dick Master was short-lived, as a panel appeared with a [Ding!] sound.