He grabbed his cock, laying it across his thigh, but it kept flopping onto the grass again. To make it worse, the grass tickled his balls, making him increasingly annoyed.
"Damn it!" Nathan stood up, resting his back against the trunk of the Prunus Vitalis tree.
For a few minutes, he tried to calm down, but the memories of the Monster Girls kept flooding his mind—their genuine kindness, their pure-hearted care, so unlike the toxic "pick-me" types he’d known in his old life.
He let out a long breath. "My life changed in just a few days," he muttered, recalling the day he was first summoned to the Tower.
"At least I’m not stuck in that boring old routine anymore."
Standing tall, he glanced over at his clothes. "How long until these dry, huh?"
"Getting kinda bored here..." he murmured, hands on his hips as he scanned the surroundings.
"This forest feels endless... but last time I tried to leave, poof — the world said ’nope.’" he murmured thoughtfully, fingers brushing his chin.
As he was still puzzling over it, the system chimed.
Initializing Livestock Farm Project...
On the screen, a farm layout appeared—but it wasn’t the cartoonish kind he’d imagined. Just a few simple fences forming large square pens, color-coded like a cheap toy blueprint. There was one main barn, a couple of feeding spots, and a blank space that was probably meant for animals.
Nathan snorted. "Seriously? This is it? I thought there’d be barns, windmills, maybe some fancy automated machines like in the games..."
His eyes caught a small detail tucked in the corner of the panel: "Manual waste cleaning required."
Nathan squinted. "Wait... who’s cleaning the shit? Don’t tell me... it’s me?"
He dragged both hands down his face, sighing long and hard. "Great, I’m a farmer now. Not a hunter."
The screen flickered again.
Optional Upgrade → Auto-Cleaning System (requires 50 Kralven Wood).
"HAH?! Are you kidding me... fifty?! Just for a poop cleaner?!" Nathan threw his hands toward the sky, his mouth stretched in a half-laugh, half-defeated groan.
The system still wasn’t done. Another panel popped up.
New Weekly Targets Set:
→ 100 bottles of Metallumcum
→ 50% farm construction progress
→ Plant 5 new fruit types [Fruit types will be provided later]
Nathan’s jaw dropped. "ONE HUNDRED?! Are you guys insane?!"
The panel blinked slowly, as if mocking him.
[Processing message from Tower Manager...]
[Message from: Tower Manager]
"Relax, human. The project officially starts tomorrow. Use today to prepare."
Nathan clenched his fists. "Prepare?! Prepare what—my sanity?!"
He glanced around — his still-damp clothes, the vast forest that somehow shrank when he tried to leave it, the blinking farm blueprint floating before him. His brain started racing.
"Metallumcum... alright, just gotta piss in bottles. Disgusting, but doable."
"Fifty percent construction? Ugh... time to break my back chopping Kralven Wood."
"...And five new fruits? God, what am I now, a garden hunter?!"
Nathan let out a long breath, pacing around the Prunus Vitalis tree.
"Okay, Nathan, focus. At least you’ve got the Monster Girls to reduce the stress, right? Mweheh... hehehe..."
[Processing second message from Tower Manager...]
The panel slowly flickered, then a new message appeared.
[Message from: Tower Manager]
"Involve the Monster Girls in this project. Let them live an interesting life, give them an interesting routine, don’t just give them permission to play with your dick."
Nathan raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from confused to puzzled.
"Huh...? Interesting...?" he whispered softly.
"Then what does it mean i just ’give them permission’? Damn it." Nathan grumbled.
[Access to purchasing items at the Hunter Trade Center has been granted.]
Nathan raised an eyebrow, his breath catching for a moment.
[You can now purchase items using Tower Points.]
"Well... finally, stingy Tower Manager," Nathan clicked his tongue, folding his arms. "Open Hunter Trade Center!"
[Opening Hunter Trade Center....]
Nathan immediately started browsing the Hunter Trade Center, and on his profile, tons of notification marks popped up like on an online shop. He opened them.
The messages were full of requests asking Nathan to sell more Metallumcum and Prunus Vitalis fruits.
Nathan scrolled through message after message, all saying the same thing—just asking him to stock more products.
He went back to the main Hunter Trade Center page. "The Tower Manager really is turning this into an online shop," he muttered.
Categories like armor, weapons, etc., now appeared there, not just random junk like when Nathan first checked the Hunter Trade Center.
Nathan opened [Category: Clothing], looking for clothes for himself, but something else caught his eye. Sexy outfits.
"If Domina or Livia wore these, they’d probably look great." He scrolled down, clicking [Clothing: Women], and saw short skirts, bikinis, and other women’s clothes.
"Hmm... it’s not like I’m being pervy, b-but this is... f-for them, mwehhe... ehehhe."
In a room, the glow from dozens of floating panels filled the air. The Tower Manager’s slender fingers danced across the transparent panels, shifting data, calculating statistics, and adjusting system parameters.
In one corner of the screen, a small panel suddenly lit up—displaying Nathan, who was glaring at the sexy clothing catalog in the Hunter Trade Center, his face flushed red, lips muttering excuses to himself.
The Tower Manager paused for a moment.
Her eyes narrowed, and the corners of her lips curled into a thin smile.
"Hmm... at least he’ll give them a proper life," she murmured softly, eyes still fixed on the panel.
She rested her chin on the back of her hand, her expression turning mischievous.
"Though... a little pervy and... mwehe... hehhe..." Her laugh was soft, almost like a whisper.
Then, she cleared her throat quietly.
"Interesting to... ahhmm..."
With a swift motion, she swiped the panel away, quickly returning to the other screens—as if brushing aside a small temptation that nearly distracted her. Nathan’s panel slowly shrank into the corner of the display, fading into the background among hundreds of other blinking data streams.
Nathan was still staring at those beautiful clothes when—
A familiar voice called out.
The Hunter Trade Center panel disappeared as Nathan hurriedly closed it.
He glanced toward the source of the voice.
Chocolate breasts, sweat glistening in the cleavage, bunny ears.
"Domina, Livia," Nathan answered with a smile.