Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 118: Bridge: From Horns to Home

Chapter 118: Bridge: From Horns to Home

The white fluid was still slowly dripping from the corner of Validia’s lips.

She hadn’t moved. Her eyes were still half-open,

as if part of her soul had been left behind in that strange and gentle heaven.

Nathan remained on his knees, legs shaking, his body slowly leaning forward.

His hands touched the ground—cold and damp.

But oddly, it didn’t feel dirty.

Validia opened her mouth—slowly.

"I... didn’t hurt you, did I?"

Nathan shook his head slightly, his breathing still unstable.

"Nah... haha..."

He looked up, locking eyes with her from below.

"If anything, that felt great hehe..."

The First Legendary Dick Master delivered his truth.

Validia smiled again—but this time, a bit bashfully.

"I thought it would feel weird. But... turns out I liked it.

Not because of that... but because you... accepted me."

Nathan paused.

Then, with a deep breath, he sat down completely.

His thoughts were still scrambled.

But his body started to feel... lighter.

Validia lowered her head, brought her face closer,

then slowly licked the remaining fluid off the ground.

She blinked.

"It tastes... unique."

Nathan chuckled softly.

"Don’t tell me you’re becoming a fluid collector now."

Validia raised an eyebrow.

"Collector?"

"Never mind," Nathan waved his hand.

"I didn’t expect... you could be that gentle."

Validia touched her chest.

"It feels... like my chest doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

Warmer.

Is this what Livia and Domina felt when they played with your meat stick?"

Nathan stared deeply at her.

A sentence echoed in his mind—words from Lilith, from the night before:

"She might not be proud of you now... but just tell her your story of struggle."

Nathan looked down.

’I don’t want to continue this topic,’ he thought.

"I don’t know," he smiled.

Validia tilted her head.

"I have something for you."

Nathan lifted his gaze.

"It’s probably not like the fluid from your meat stick, but you can suck it too."

"What?" Nathan squinted.

One of Validia’s horns—large and faintly glowing in the dark.

"I can release fluid from here. It can make your body feel stronger and healthier.

Back during the Eclipse, when I hit Domina and Livia, they recovered thanks to this fluid."

Her large pupils gestured toward her forehead.

Nathan narrowed his eyes.

"From your horn?"

Validia nodded proudly.

"Yep! Healing fluid! Wanna try?"

Nathan held his breath.

Suddenly, memories of Livia and Domina’s conversation about Validia’s "magical fluid" resurfaced.

Back then, he thought it was some herbal remedy.

Turns out...

"So that’s what they meant?" he murmured.

Validia straightened up slightly, her massive hands pressing into the ground.

Her colossal tita jiggled with the motion,

and she leaned her head forward toward Nathan.

The tip of her horn pulsed faintly.

And slowly...

Drops of glowing red liquid began dripping from the narrow slit at the tip.

Its color resembled blood—but brighter.

Like soft lava—warm, but not hot.

Nathan rose slowly, his body still shaky.

He approached the horn.

When he got close enough, Validia tilted her head.

"Just drink it straight, okay?"

Nathan nodded softly.

His hand touched the horn.

Its warmth... inviting.

But there was also a subtle current flowing beneath the surface—like a spiritual pulse.

A drop landed in his palm.

He brought it to his lips, then—Nathan closed his eyes, started sucking on one of Validia’s horns.

Maybe I’ll get a new skill from this...

Please... if possible—give me a size-shifting skill... please...

Gulp...

The taste was strange.

Like a mix of spoiled coconut water, warm honey, and a hint of soda.

But no rot. No sting.

In fact—it tasted... alive.

A quiet warmth lingered in the air.

Meanwhile, in the outside world—

The door of a small convenience store at the end of the street creaked open.

The entry bell rang softly—almost drowned out by the passing sound of a motorbike.

Emily stood for a moment at the doorway.

Her eyes scanned the room slowly.

Drink shelves. Instant noodles. A display case of snacks.

Everything... still the same.

"I’m sure... he used to come here a lot," she murmured softly.

She stepped inside, her movements slow but hesitant.

Her hand touched the pocket of her jacket—where her phone was,

its screen still holding the last message he never replied to.

"He said he usually stocked up at some small convenience store..."

Her voice was barely above a whisper. Almost like she was talking to herself.

She walked toward the drink cooler.

At the same time—

The sound of sneakers approached from the cashier’s direction.

Someone had just finished paying—turned around—and nearly bumped into her.

"Oh—sorry," said a young man’s voice.

Emily looked up.

The man was tall, wearing a black training jacket with a small emblem on the chest—the mark of the Hunter Federation.

His face was calm. His hair short, slightly messy, like he’d just been sweating.

And his eyes—sharp, but gentle. The kind that paid attention to detail.

Emily gave a faint smile.

"It’s alright."

But the man kept looking at her, just a second longer.

"...Are you okay?"

Emily hesitated. But his gaze carried genuine empathy.

She took a slow breath.

"Sorry if I seem out of place... I’m looking for my son."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Your son?"

"His name is Nathan," Emily replied.

"It’s been a few weeks since I last heard from him.

He used to buy food here often.

So... I just wanted to check."

The man was silent. But something in his expression shifted.

Sharper—but not out of suspicion. It was caution.

Emily gave a sheepish smile.

"I know it sounds strange. But sometimes... a mother’s instinct is hard to explain."

The man gave a slow nod.

"It doesn’t sound strange at all."

He looked down for a moment, like organizing thoughts in his head.

"My name is David," he said at last.

"I’m a Hunter. I live not far from here."

Emily paused.

"Oh... A Hunter? Wow..."

David slid both hands into his jacket pockets.

"I... don’t know Nathan personally," he said carefully.

"But... I might be able to recognize his features, or maybe he’s been summoned."

Emily looked at him, surprised.

David continued, his voice a little softer.

"So... if you’ll allow me, I’d like to help."

Emily lowered her gaze. Her eyes were starting to feel warm. But she held it in.

David lifted his head again, looking at her directly.

"If you want, I can try to find some information. Through the Hunter network.

Or maybe through Hunter administration channels—see if there’s any data anomalies.

At the very least... we can try."

Emily covered her mouth for a moment with her hand.

"...Thank you."

Her voice was barely audible.

She let out a small laugh.

"Sorry, I’m getting emotional. I’m usually stronger than this, but today... I’m just tired."

David gave a small smile.

"That’s understandable. You’re strong, ma’am"

After a few seconds of silence, Emily said,

"I’m Emily."

David nodded.

"I’m glad to meet you, Ms. Emily."

Emily looked at David’s face one more time. Then gave a gentle smile.

"Would you... sit with me for a bit? On the bench across the street?

Just to talk. I’ll describe what he looks like.

Sorry if I sound shameless, but... I’m asking for your help."

David was quiet for a moment.

Then nodded.

"Of course."

They walked out together.

Their steps were slow. But not heavy.

Outside, the sky remained cloudy.

But the rain hadn’t fallen—yet.

----

A moment ago, when Nathan used Hunter Trade Center for Monster Girls to pick their own clothes.

The panel buzzed with a soft chime.

Fiona didn’t even glance at it at first. She was still drying her wet hair with a towel, slouched on a beanbag in her dimly lit room. Rain trickled gently against the window.

Chime.

Again.

She sighed, tossing the towel aside. "Better not be another spam report about my crop tops."

The moment she opened her Hunter Seller Panel, a notification popped up.

[Order Completed - LadyFio] Item(s) Sold:

White Crop Top (x1)

Black Hoodie (x2)

Payment: 0.75 TP

Buyer Alias: ExtraKetchup

----

Fiona blinked.

"...Extra. Ketchup."

She rubbed her eyes.

Still there.

"What kind of name—"

She scrolled down to the metadata. Usually, she could at least see a timestamp and estimated floor of purchase. Most buyers were on lower floors—10, 15, maybe 20 at best. But this one...

"What?" she frowned.

----

David and Emily sat on the wooden bench across from the minimart.

The sky remained overcast, but the air was cool.

David leaned back, his gaze following the occasional cars passing by.

"Ms. Emily," he said softly,

"you said you haven’t heard from Nathan for a few weeks?"

Emily nodded. Her hands were clenched on her lap.

"Yeah. No calls, no texts. Nothing.

I’ve tried reaching out to his friends too, but..."

David looked down for a moment.

"...There’s a possibility," he said cautiously,

"that he’s been summoned."

Emily immediately turned to him.

"Summoned? You mean—into the Tower?"

David nodded.

"It’s rare, but it happens. Especially during sudden protocol shifts.

The Tower’s always hungry for unique souls.

Sometimes, it just... takes."

Emily went silent, her eyes widening slightly.

Then, slowly—a smile appeared on her face.

"...He used to talk about that," she whispered.

"About becoming a Hunter someday.

Said he wanted to be useful.

Strong, maybe even... heroic."

She let out a quiet laugh, tinged with bittersweet warmth.

"Of course, I thought he was just fantasizing..."

David turned to her.

"Was he still in university?" he asked gently.

Emily shook her head.

"No, Nathan already had a job.

He might be just a little younger than you."

David paused. Man. What the hell. He’s a grown-ass man... He thought.

He glanced sideways, catching Emily’s face.

But his mother still looks that worried.

Emily gave a faint smile.

"Of course.

No matter how old he gets...

he’s still my son."

David didn’t reply.

But his eyes stared forward, expression unreadable.

Half admiration.

Half envy.

Buy... Yeah... I’m just an orphan. I should help instead of judge.

----

Meanwhile, Nathan had just finished drinking the fluid from the horn of giantess.

A panel pop up,

[Ding!]

You have been consumed—