Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 105: Pending Relapse

Chapter 105: Pending Relapse

The Tower Manager slowly crawled toward Nathan. Her body movement wasn’t like that of a predator or a ruler—but more like someone wanting to play with her child. Whether as a mother, a partner, or some absurd hybrid of both.

Nathan, still sitting while hugging his knees and trembling, immediately let go and scooted backward. His thigh muscles tensed—like someone who just suspected his fart carried wet poop at his chocolate starfish first exhale.

Nathan stared at the Tower Manager’s face. She was licking her lips. But, as it turned out, she wasn’t go for his cock nor his twin orbs.

Cup...*

The Tower Manager kissed his forehead.

A single kiss. Gentle. Full of feeling—but what feeling, Nathan couldn’t tell.

What he did know was: right after that, his gaze was drawn downward. The cleavage of the Tower Manager, swaying slightly from her bent-over position, made Nathan’s chest tremble—both literally and philosophically. Something about the sight of those two snow-covered sacred mountains made him wonder: does warmth come from feeling safe, or from the desire to be protected by something larger and softer?

The Tower Manager then sat back down. Her expression was more serious now, though it still radiated warmth. "You were never important in any cycle," she said softly. "You always died before the dimensional war began. Not a single one of your existences made it that far."

Nathan stayed silent. Stillness. Then slowly, fragments of memory from his previous cycle surfaced—a lonely life, drinking every night, and finally, dying after throwing up on the train tracks. He closed his eyes.

"So... it was all real... even in the last cycle, I was still trash," he muttered—half-angry, half-resigned.

Nathan remained silent. But his mind was noisy. Dimensional war? Died before it began? Everything the Tower Manager said felt like raw meat being thrown into his brain before it was ready to cook. He stared at the woman in front of him in confusion—then, with a short breath, he finally spoke.

"So... what is the dimensional war?"

The Tower Manager didn’t answer right away. Instead, she laughed. Gently, then louder. She stood with slow but firm movements—like a diva who already knew all the spotlights belonged to her.

"Ahh, that’s a good question," she said while wiping the corner of eyes that weren’t even wet. "But I doubt you’ll enjoy my explanation. I think... it’ll be better if I give it to you bit by bit later. After all, humans... love mystery, don’t they?"

Nathan stood up too. Annoyed. Tense. And unfortunately—the other kind of tense also rose.

The Tower Manager’s body, standing in the grayscale environment, looked like a sensual painting that couldn’t be censored. Her curves—and the way she said "humans" like she was flirting with an entire species—made Nathan want to punch the air and also himself. But his body did the opposite. He tried to hide it, but failed miserably.

His Private Blade was already standing tall, ready to greet an intimate war that would not happen in this Chapter.

The Tower Manager looked at him, then let out a small laugh. "I’ll try to be a good mother," she said sweetly. "But don’t worry... there’s no taboo stopping us from doing sexual intercourse."

Nathan froze. His brain crashed. His eyes widened slightly. Not out of lust—but from pure horror. "Wha—"

But the Tower Manager just laughed harder. "Bwhahahaha...." This time it was genuine laughter, complete with tears.

"So funny," she said.

But why... I feel like I cherish this feeling, she thought.

The laughter slowly faded. She raised her index finger—slicing through empty space. A thin black line appeared, like a dimensional crack opening slowly.

She turned to Nathan. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes spoke—tired, deep, and slightly sad. "You have to stop spinning in confusion that only makes you suffer more." Her voice was like a warning, like a spell that couldn’t be denied. Then she tore the black line open like ripping through the fabric of a dream—and before stepping in, she said:

"As always... once you return to your starting position, time will resume." she said, walking into the rift she had torn open.

Nathan let out a sigh. He walked slowly back to the position where the Tower Manager had first appeared.

"Fuck... these new memories are so disturbing," he muttered. "Memories? Are these memories same as the forbidden ones the Monster Girls have?" he began to wonder.

Once he returned to his position and picked up the Imagery Axe that had fallen to the ground—

Reality didn’t return with a bang—just a quiet shrug, like the universe pretending nothing happened while wiping its mouth clean of secrets it never meant to swallow.

Crack.

The grayscale vanished. Everything began to move again. A gentle breeze started to blow. The leaves of the Prunus Vitalis trees trembled softly. Sunlight began to feel warm once more.

"Ackkk..." Validia murmured faintly as she blinked, like someone waking from an overly comfortable afternoon nap.

Then her soft giggle followed. As if time had truly resumed. As if all the absurdity just now—memories, tears, orbs, and the Tower Manager’s swaying breasts—had been nothing more than a nightmare smeared in heavenly softness.

Nathan didn’t move right away.

The familiar scent of Validia slowly returned. Warm. A blend of wildflowers and biological threat. A feminine scent too immense to be hidden by mere air.

The scent of a giant sitting too close.

The scent of the All-Mighty Colossal Pussy.

Nathan swallowed. He could still hear his heartbeat—pounding like a small war drum inside a body that wasn’t ready yet.

Validia turned to him, smiling as usual, unaware that time had just stopped. Unaware that Nathan had just received a new skill package and was aroused by an entity who wanted to be a good mommy to a grown ass man.

Nathan took a deep breath.

"Alright..." he whispered. "Everything’s still the same. I’m the one who has to change."

Thokkk...

He chopping the wood again.