Nathan gaped. His eyes hadn’t even narrowed yet, but the Tower Manager’s hand was already reaching out.
Slow. Gentle. Not threatening—but that’s exactly what made him shiver.
"Me...?" Nathan muttered, uncertain.
His hand moved on reflex, a motion he didn’t even realize. Their fingertips touched.
The Tower Manager pulled him in. Nathan’s arm was yanked straight into a cold hug that, weirdly... felt warm.
Nathan’s face crashed into something soft.
Cleavage. Milky. Mature. Perfumed.
His breath was trapped between two soft mounds that defied gravity. His erect cock pressed against the black fabric over her lower body, coating it with foam.
Both of the Tower Manager’s hands gripped Nathan’s butt.
Her left hand squeezed like she was testing the texture for authenticity. Her right moved like she was kneading dough.
"F-Fuck...! What are you doing?!" Nathan squirmed, but her hug didn’t loosen.
He tried to pull away, but his body felt wrapped in the Tower itself. Too strong. Too absolute.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Nathan shouted, his face red.
The Tower Manager looked at him calmly, with not a trace of guilt. Her hands still firmly on Nathan’s ass with disturbing focus.
"Nothing," she replied flatly. "I’m just... comforting myself."
Nathan’s breath caught.
"Talking to you... always makes me feel something."
"What do you mean?" Nathan hissed, eyes trying to read her.
"Empathy," she whispered.
She stroked his back slowly, like petting a test subject she couldn’t stop thinking about.
"The more I watch you... the more I understand why The One Who Made the Earth didn’t want me to have flesh... nerves... or a brain modeled after humans."
Nathan frowned. He looked up at the Tower Manager’s face.
Beautiful. Like a milky mommy from a soap ad—but with eyes that held too many secrets for anyone normal.
"Who... is The One Who Made the Earth?" Nathan asked quietly.
The Tower Manager just smiled. "Secret," she replied shortly.
"Tsk..." Nathan clicked his tongue. "Then what do you mean—why didn’t they want you to have human flesh?"
The Tower Manager looked past him, as if she was staring into the past from inside a cosmic bathtub.
"At first," she said slowly, "when I first found the Monster Girls, I felt suffocated..."
"Suffocated?" Nathan repeated.
"Yes. Like there was pressure inside me. Uncomfortable. But when I helped them..."
She looked at Nathan again.
"...that pressure disappeared. It was replaced with warmth."
Nathan didn’t respond. He just stared at her neck—glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Sexy. Infuriating.
"Then," she continued, "when the Tower began to form... I felt another kind of heat. A heat that boiled my blood."
"Why?" Nathan whispered.
"Because I saw stupidity. And weakness. Human flaws."
"But when I saw you..." she said again, her voice softer, "interacting with them... with Domina..."
She leaned down slightly. Their faces now close. Her breath brushed Nathan’s lips.
"I felt a strange kind of warmth."
Nathan swallowed. "...Warmth?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Your relationship... made the flesh between my thighs feel warm."
"I started feeling things. I started judging quickly out of irritation. I got disgusted by weakness. I started to despair because I had limits."
She pulled Nathan’s face closer.
"So many things began disturbing my duties... as a messenger—born from flesh, nerves, and a brain I wasn’t supposed to have."
"Why can you feel anything?" Nathan frowned.
"I thought you didn’t have human flesh...?"
The Tower Manager let out a slow sigh. Then she suddenly squeezed Nathan’s ass tightly and pushed his hips forward.
"I have everything you have— but more powerful, less sensitive."
"I need to be placed in extreme situations just to feel emotions at all."
[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]
System notification sounds echoed in the air.
Nathan glanced to his left—the system panels were still hovering in front of the Monster Girls, even though he couldn’t read what they said. But he understood one thing: the loading bars were full.
The Tower Manager slowly released her grip from Nathan’s butt.
Even after her hand let go, the cold pressure still lingered on his skin.
"Haaah..." the Tower Manager sighed.
"As always... I talk too much when I’m with you. Ahaha..."
She turned her body, then raised her hand.
A vertical black line appeared in the air, like a crack on the world’s screen.
With a single hand motion, she tore it open.
Before stepping through the rift, she glanced back—her smile, dry and cynical.
"Time will resume," she said,
"once you step back into the river and return to your previous position."
Her gaze dropped to Nathan’s still-standing shaft.
"If you want to rub that slippery thing all over their happy faces... go ahead. I won’t intervene. Not this time."
She stepped into the black slit.
His thoughts no longer moved in straight lines.
Reality permitted only one sensation at a time.
His body remained tense, but his awareness floated—somewhere between climax and civilization. Occasionally, the world returned in fragments: a scent, a twitch, a question he wasn’t sure belonged to him.
"What kind of information even was that... My head feels completely unprepared for this."
Nathan stood there, dazed.
Foam slowly dripped down to his ankles.
Silence. The system panels began to fade.
The Monster Girls in the distance were still frozen in time, their faces stuck mid-laughter and their poses frozen in absurd angles.
Nathan let out a long sigh.
His head throbbed—like reading a sex story and suddenly hitting a paragraph filled with theories too wild to digest.
Slowly, Nathan stepped into the river.
The water touched his feet.
He stood exactly where he had been before the Tower Manager yanked him away.
All the grayscale that had frozen reality... cracked and crumbled.
Time resumed. The ripples on the water moved again.
Nathan looked at them—their cheerful, clueless faces.
And the slippery flesh between his thighs twitched.