Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 138: Sacred Milking: The Tower’s White Shower

Chapter 138: Sacred Milking: The Tower’s White Shower

Validia remained silent for a few seconds after her final moan echoed through the air.

Her chest rose and fell gently—

like she had just weathered a storm...

a storm that was warm, soft, and had soaked her from the inside out.

"W-What is this...?" she whispered in her mind.

Her body still trembled uncontrollably.

Holy fluid had sprayed forward—

warm, coating the Almighty PP and partially splashing Velmora,

who blinked from the sudden heat.

"I... I’m so happy..."

Tears fell—slowly.

But they didn’t feel sad.

It was as if her body was releasing the last pieces of loneliness that had hardened inside her for so long.

She leaned back slightly... and felt a warm embrace.

Nathan hugged her tightly,

his chin resting on her shoulder.

Their breaths almost synchronized.

Warm.

Safe.

Absurd.

"Validia..." Nathan whispered.

"You’re... beautiful."

Validia didn’t answer.

But in her mind, one sentence rose:

"I want to be... like Domina."

Her memory flashed back to the day Domina had giggled,

bragging about how she had once stroked Nathan from behind

until the "white water" burst out like a spiritual fountain.

And as if her body were moving on instinct alone...

Validia slowly turned, still on her knees,

until she was now... behind Nathan.

"Eh?" Nathan glanced back, confused.

His body was still somewhat large in giant mode,

and his Holy Flute—

still wrapped by Velmora—

swayed gently like a wet flagpole that had just exited a strange dream.

Validia stared at it for a moment.

Then... her right hand slowly reached out.

Her fingers moved with reverent hesitation, as if she were about to touch a sacred relic she’d only heard about in bedtime stories. The shaft before her gleamed—slick with a mixture of foam, lust, and Velmora’s absurd dedication. It twitched slightly, like it sensed the presence of new worship. The contrast between her massive, trembling hand and the veiny absurdity she gripped made the whole scene look like a goddess holding a cursed magical torch, unsure whether to wield it... or be consumed by it.

Velmora—still faithfully coiled—cracked open one eye.

"Huh? Uh... hey...?"

Validia’s hand landed just outside Velmora’s coils,

gently wrapping around the shaft with reverence.

And then... the motion began.

Slow.

Soft.

But with the force of something divine and primal.

Nathan squirmed.

"A-Ah... this..."

Déjà vu hit him—

like a jolt of nostalgic lightning.

This is just like that first day...

When I climaxed in the tower...

When Domina first grabbed me and... and—

"Aghhh..."

The sensation returned.

Velmora turned her face toward the shaft,

cheek still resting on the slick skin.

"Ticklish..." she whispered, barely audible.

---

Meanwhile, not far away,

two pairs of bunny ears twitched gently.

Domina and Livia sat cross-legged, watching.

Livia, seated closer to the grass, lifted one hand and said quietly,

"They’re getting... really close now."

Domina smiled.

"Yeah."

Then fell silent.

Her smile stayed—

but her eyes blinked slowly.

Something pressed against her chest.

She murmured inside:

Why am I... angry?

The usual cheer inside her clashed with an unfamiliar flame—

a heat rising from nowhere.

---

Back in the center of it all...

Validia’s movements grew steadier.

Her right hand pumped the Holy Flute,

now larger,

now even more absurd.

Nathan felt... strange.

His senses blurred—lost in a collision of textures. Velmora’s scales weren’t just smooth; they pulsed subtly, like a living snake wrapped in satin. Foam from earlier slid down the ridges, mixing with sweat and divine shame. Her crop top, damp and clinging, brushed against the base with every sway. It was like being stroked by a wet sock stuffed with heat and heartbeat. And now—Validia’s hand joined the orchestra. Her grip was steady, warm, and massive. It wasn’t just stroking. It was... enveloping. The kind of contact that made even his bones buzz with horny confusion.

"W-Woah..." he moaned.

Velmora said nothing.

But her body rocked gently,

bobbing up and down due to Validia’s stroking,

like an elastic plushie caught in a very sacred rhythm.

Nathan’s senses were overwhelmed by a chaotic mixture: – leftover soap foam,

– Velmora’s silky, bouncy scales,

– and the occasional brush of her crop top grazing the base of his shaft.

But what stood out most now...

Was the pressure of Validia’s hand.

Nathan looked down.

His lips parted slightly.

"Is she...?"

He glanced at Velmora.

Then muttered—half joking, half dead serious:

"...Be a segs toy?"

Velmora didn’t respond.

But her face flushed red.

Validia?

She remained behind him.

Still kneeling.

Still focused.

A faint smile on her massive face.

Her hand never stopped.

And the Holy Flute... pulsed harder with every second.

Each stroke now felt like a lewd declaration—Validia’s hand squeezing from base to tip, pushing the soaked shaft through Velmora’s foam-slick coils like she was churning butter made of sin. Velmora’s scales clung, her top rubbed with each pump, and Nathan’s skin twitched with overstimulation. The wet sounds were relentless—slop, squish, shlup—louder than breathing, louder than thought. Validia’s palm wasn’t just moving; it was sculpting. Every squeeze threatened to milk a reaction from him. Nathan bit his lip. His balls tightened like two sacred orbs preparing for divine combustion. This... was no longer teasing. This was sacrilegious milking.

From above, the sight was surreal. A giantess kneeling behind a trembling man, her hand engulfing his absurd tool—still half-wrapped by a silent, moaning snake girl. The rhythmic bobbing of Velmora’s body matched the firm stroke of Validia’s palm. Nathan, caught in the center, looked like a sacrifice in a ritual too stupid for the gods to watch, but too beautiful to stop. Every motion had weight. Every sound—a mix of slop, sighs, and the quiet squeak of Velmora’s top—etched itself into the Tower’s absurd sexual lore forever.

Nathan’s head tilted back. He felt it—the pressure, like white magma boiling at the gates.

I’m gonna... he thought, barely able to finish the sentence. Then he remembered—the Sprouts. His eyes shot open.

Shit—I need to aim it at the Crystal Banafruit sprouts—this release has to mean something.

Suddenly, a large glowing panel appeared in the air. Every baddies with half monster feature can saw it.

Domina laughed and leapt forward.

"Let’s catch it!" She cheerfully said.

Livia grinned wide.

"White shower time~!"

Even Morvessa flew ahead, cheeks red. "Why... am I going too...?"

Nathan groaned—

AGHH...

Validia shifted, aimed and...

SPLASHPRRRTT—

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