Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 126: Prompt Commander

Chapter 126: Prompt Commander

Nathan touched his chin. His brows furrowed.

"Prompt Commander?" he muttered. "Sounds like... a junior employee getting access to Premium AI tools."

In front of him, the system panel hovered—its glowing interface proudly displaying the kind of title you’d only see in meta-fantasy garbage like this.

[TITLE UNLOCKED: PROMPT COMMANDER]

Lilith chuckled softly. "Fitting, don’t you think?"

Before Nathan could reply, the system panel began updating itself.

[Prompt Commander: Activating Thought-Based Instructional Function. You may now summon instruction panels via willpower alone. This feature is designed to enhance potion production, farming, and even future livestock management.]

Nathan opened his mouth. "Wait, so I just think and—"

Lilith placed a delicate finger against his lips.

"Shhh... My dear, let the system finish its little monologue."

Nathan grunted but kept quiet.

The panel continued:

[Analysis of surrounding Monster Girl behavior indicates high levels of emotional and physical engagement. Based on this, the Prompt Panel can appear individually before selected Monster Girls. Instructions will auto-adjust based on your intelligence rating as the host.]

Nathan stared at the screen for a long moment. Then, quietly thought, I’ve never been good at leadership.

Nathan had always been the guy at the edge of the group photo—half-cropped, half-smiling, never quite sure if he belonged. He didn’t hate it. But now, standing between gods and monsters, he felt it creeping again. That same doubt. That same familiar, silent question: Do I deserve to lead?

His hand clenched... then relaxed.

Images flickered in his head—classrooms, group projects, corporate deadlines. He was never the leader type. He just went with the flow.

His talent wasn’t stepping forward—it was knowing when to stay quiet.

Always quiet.

---

Meanwhile, back in the place where Nathan used to spend his lonely nights—accompanied only by hentai anime and the occasional leak from some influencer’s $5.99 subscription on a site that claimed to "respect women" in the most ironically carnal way possible...

Sophia was lifting a pile of clothes off Nathan’s bed.

Emily sat on the floor, folding T-shirts with the calm, sacred rhythm of a suburban prayer group mom.

"Thank God there’s no, y’know..." Sophia muttered, "sticky goo under the bed."

Emily turned, smiling sweetly. "What?"

"Ah—nothing! Absolutely nothing." Sophia turned away, face flushed red.

Emily chuckled softly, picking up one of Nathan’s underwear.

"You’re so sweet. Nathan hasn’t been too much trouble, has he?"

Sophia almost opened her mouth to say it—Nathan was an idiot, a space-case, always grinning like a glitched NPC. But when she saw Emily’s warm, gentle smile...

She held back.

"He... works hard," she said softly. "Sometimes he has good ideas, but... he ends up giving credit to someone else. I think he’s weird. But smart. Really smart."

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Sophia wanted to punch herself. Her voice had gone too soft, her eyes too warm. She didn’t come here to feel this. She came to clean, to help, to forget. And yet... the smell of his shirt, the faint impression of his weight on the bed—it clung to her like perfume.

Her face warmed. Her sharp gaze softened.

Ugh! This is for his mom, this is for his mom... she cursed inwardly.

---

David sat rubbing his cold hands together. Across from him, Ulrich lounged in high-tech blankets and thermal tubes like a cyber-mummy.

"If the man in that video really is the missing guy..." David began.

Ulrich stared blankly. Then said flatly,

"What if he’s... the owner of WhiteNull?"

David’s stomach dropped.

"Wait. What do you mean—?"

Ulrich didn’t answer. Just stared at the monitor.

David frowned. Could it be? Sir Ulrich not an average hunter. His instincts were strong...David looked at Ulrich.

But that dude, Nathan... looked like a total loser.

He exhaled sharply. Something gnawed at the edge of his thoughts.

---

Back in the Tower Manager’s chamber.

Nathan still stared at the panel, now slowly fading.

"Prompt Commander..." he echoed.

Lilith stepped closer, giving his shoulder a light tap.

"Nathan, you’re a man. And a man must learn leadership."

Nathan scowled. "Wow. Okay, that’s sexist as hell, and i don’t have a problem with it. But please, stop reading my mind!"

Lilith burst into laughter.

"What do you mean? I don’t read your mind. I can’t read your mind."

She leaned closer, eyes locking with his.

"I’m just offering good advice... as a mother would."

Her smile was warm. Too warm.

Nathan’s eyes trembled. He was caught for a moment.

Then quickly looked away.

"Ck."

[DING!]

[SYSTEM NOTICE: Therefore, increase your productivity. Help strengthen humanity. The Dimensional War is drawing near!]

For a split second, the chamber pulsed—walls shimmering like parchment stretched too thin. Behind the system’s sterile voice, Nathan swore he heard... screaming. Far away. Hundreds? Thousands? It didn’t sound human. It didn’t stop. The Tower wasn’t just weird. It was a fuse. And something was already lit.

"What the—"

Before Nathan could ask anything, his body jolted.

Thrown backward—into light.

---

WHUMP.

He was back. Warm again.

Validia still cradled his head on her shoulder.

Domina now sat on his left thigh, nibbling on a Prunus Vitalis fruit—who knows when she snatched it.

And Livia?

She was squatting. Between Nathan’s crossed legs.

Using Nathan’s cock as a natural barbell.

Sweat dripped. Her caramel thighs tensed. Her tits bounced in rhythm.

"Three... Four... Five..."

The shaft bent slightly under her weight, throbbing in slow protest. Her grip adjusted like she was lifting a sacred relic, not just man-flesh. Every squat made her bite her lip—part pain, part prayer. This wasn’t a workout. This was worship. In her own lewd, bouncing way... she was begging him to wake up.

Nathan glanced down.

"...This isn’t what I imagined when the system mentioned agriculture and productivity."

Domina blinked.

"Eh? You’re back?"

Nathan gave a faint smile.

"Alright," he muttered. "Let’s try out this new title."

Hook one long breath—validia’s warmth on his back, Domina’s giggle near his thigh, and Livia’s rhythm still echoing against his skin. He didn’t feel strong, or smart, or chosen. But he felt wanted. And for the first time in a long, goddamn while... maybe that was enough to begin.

[DING!]

[Prompt Command Initiated.]

[Ding!] [Ding!]

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