Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 133: Plap Plap Plap: Thighs of the Goddess, Fate of My Butt

Chapter 133: Plap Plap Plap: Thighs of the Goddess, Fate of My Butt

Validia remained still. Her eyes were half-lidded, her breath soft but warm.

Something stirred in her chest—an unfamiliar feeling.

Not fear.

Not shame.

More like... a ticklish delight.

’He’s... touching me,’ she murmured inside.

’Hi... his hand, mmhh...’

A quiet sigh slipped past her lips.

Nathan’s fingers were still resting on her chest.

His movements were slow, but intentional.

Not like someone hesitant—

but more like someone trying to understand something sacred through touch.

Validia tilted her head down slightly,

looking closely at Nathan’s face.

His lips.

His heavy-lidded eyes.

And that hand—gently clutching the softest part of her.

A small smile curled on her lips.

"This feels... nice," she whispered, barely audible.

"If it’s like this... I want him to keep looking at me.

Keep touching me."

Meanwhile, Nathan muttered inside his own head,

"She’s not mad... she’s smiling.

Validia... does this mean... she accepts it?"

That thought melted the guilt in his chest—

like butter under sunlight.

’I’ll love her... the way she wants,’ he thought.

’Not as a monster.

But... as a woman. Mwheh... hehehe...’

His eyes were locked on those colossal tits.

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On the other side of Nathan’s thigh,

Morvessa was still sitting like a confused bird

accidentally dropped into a human mating festival.

Her head tilted.

Her eyes narrowed.

Her wings twitched.

"Are they... exchanging tongues?" she whispered.

"What for?

Is it... pleasurable?"

She tilted her head the other way,

then stared at Nathan.

His body was big now—almost as tall as Validia.

But just a moment ago...

"How did his body grow like that?" she mumbled again.

"Is this... a form of species evolution?"

She leaned closer,

until her beak was almost touching Nathan’s cheek.

"Strange..."

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Down below, Velmora was still in motion.

Spiraling.

Up, down, forward, back.

Soapy foam continued flowing,

like the sweat of a bathing god.

"Agh... damn... this is..." Nathan groaned softly.

The pressure was building.

The tip throbbed.

Each pulse stronger.

He recognized these signs.

The signs of an absurd fluid boiling inside an invisible tank.

"I need to... get to the Crystal Banafruit sprouts... fast... or else—"

DING!

A panel appeared in front of Validia.

Its letters glowed green, soft like a joke from a flirty god.

[Bring Nathan near the Crystal Banafruit sprouts, beside the Prunus Vitalis trees.]

Validia narrowed her eyes.

No hesitation.

No questions.

No farewell.

She moved.

Her arms slid around Nathan’s waist from behind.

"Ngh?! H-Hey, Validia, I can walk! I—"

Click.

Validia’s arms locked in place.

Nathan’s body slightly lifted.

He realized this position was... weird.

"THIS IS—!"

But before he could finish, Validia took off.

Her stride was firm.

Absurd.

The floor trembled, sending Velmora flying backward,

laughing like a snake discovering a cosmic vibrator.

Morvessa?

She slipped from the shockwave, flapping upward like a bird caught in divine lightning.

"THIS IS NOT A NORMAL WAY TO BE CARRIED!!" Nathan screamed,

but Validia only smiled.

Her expression calm—

like a knight escorting the holiest cargo to its sacred breeding ground.

"Don’t be afraid," she murmured gently.

"I’m just following your command."

Nathan was still in Validia’s embrace—

or more accurately, suspended mid-air in a position that felt...

way too exposed.

His thighs were spread.

His back arched.

And his ass—

got lightly smacked by Validia’s thighs every time she took a step.

Plap.

Plap.

Plap.

"Why... why do I look like I’m about to get backshotted..." Nathan hissed through heavy breaths.

"This is not a normal way to be transported..."

Velmora, who had nearly slipped from her coiling position, tightened her grip—

now turning Nathan’s private blade into a giant soaked cloth being wrung dry.

Her tail was still slippery with foam, but her eyes narrowed with amusement.

"Aghhm..." Nathan winced at the firm pressure from Velmora’s squeeze.

"Heheh... this is getting funnier," Velmora said, hugging the massive shaft like a snake with a crush.

"Funnier!?..!" Nathan gritted his teeth, though his cheeks had turned red.

Meanwhile, Morvessa still hovered behind them, flapping her wings slowly, her face frozen in semi-conscious confusion.

"Why is that weak creature... being carried like a sacred egg?

And... his butt keeps getting slapped... by the thighs of a giant female?" she mumbled.

"Is Nathan the same species as Validia...?"

Validia herself looked peaceful.

Her expression flat—

but her eyes sparkled like a girl finally allowed to take her favorite doll on a field trip.

"I’m carrying him gently," she whispered.

Eventually, they arrived before a patch of light blue specks—

the sprouts of the Crystal Banafruit, beside the Prunus Vitalis grove where bunny-eared monsters were harvesting with unusually graceful butts.

Validia gently lowered Nathan...

With full reverence.

But...

His butt hit the ground first.

Plok.

He slowly sank into a kneel, butt bare, thighs still open,

breathing like someone who’d just woken from an unfinished wet dream.

"M-My breath... almost left me back there," he muttered.

He stared ahead—

at the glowing blue sprouts.

And groaned.

"I was this close to cumming, dammit," he muttered bitterly.

"Now the sensation’s gone because of shock..."

His hand clenched the soil.

His eyes locked on the almost-blooming crystal stalks.

"My ass didn’t deserve that thigh-smacking punishment... shit..." he grumbled.

He looked back slightly.

Validia was still standing calmly.

But her thighs...

He could still feel them.

Plap.

Nathan bowed his head.

"Why the hell are your thighs so soft... that’s just cruel," he whispered in defeat.

Velmora just giggled behind him, twirling mid-air like a leech drunk on fermented honey.

"Hehehe... you looked so cute when you got gently body-slammed like that.

Wanna get lifted again, hmm~?"

Nathan didn’t answer.

He just sighed.

Kneeling before the sacred fruit sprouts, ass flushed, breath shaky, and his soul half-floating,

he could only say to himself:

"Well, at least now I can aim every burst perfectly."

He smiled faintly,

accepting that what had just happened to his cheeks...

was no longer an insult.

Velmora hadn’t come down yet.

Her body was still coiled—wriggling slowly,

like a slippery dakimakura pillow with breath... and bad intentions.

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