Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 150: No Pants, No Shame, Just Sap

Chapter 150: No Pants, No Shame, Just Sap

Nathan kept scrubbing his pants in the river, trying not to think about anything hard.

But his body disagreed.

His Private Blade—who had long tried to live a peaceful life—suddenly rose like a battalion stirred by the anthem of awakening.

He grunted.

I’m just washing my pants, why the hell are YOU getting involved?

But sadly, in the Tower, even the smallest thing could trigger biological chaos.

And standing completely naked beside a naked monster girl... didn’t help.

Velmora turned.

Her eyes immediately dropped down.

"Hkk!"

She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing like an unripe Prunus fruit.

But she didn’t run. Not anymore.

She just let out a quiet giggle and lowered her gaze.

Nathan is so cute... his stick always gets hard whenever I’m close...

It wasn’t just hard—it was proud. Tower air made everything slightly damp, which meant Nathan’s shaft glistened with a surreal, almost polished sheen. Velmora didn’t stare. Not directly. But her peripheral vision painted every detail: the way it twitched slightly when she shifted, the faint pulse that throbbed along the underside, the veiny line that looked dangerously heroic. It was like a primal beast—silent, alert, but undeniably present. Her tail flicked behind her, unconsciously. Not from arousal... not yet. But curiosity? A hundred percent. She wondered what would happen... if she got even closer.

She peeked at him again, this time from behind the curtain of her long red hair.

Does he... like me? Or—

Her eyes dropped to her own chest, then her stomach, then her thighs.

Does he like my body?

She let out a soft sigh—

not from lust, but from a strange warmth that bloomed in her chest.

Whether he likes my face or my body... I’m just happy being with him...

---

Once the washing was done, Nathan stood up and hung his clothes on the branch of a Prunus Vitalis tree.

Velmora stood beside him—

still completely naked, like a goddess guarding a shampoo commercial.

Her body didn’t just "stand"—it presented. The curve of her hips flowed like a crescent moon in low gravity. Her breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, but occasionally bounced with no rhythm at all, like they had minds of their own. Droplets of Sapoa sap still clung on the middle of her V line, catching the light like pearls on forbidden silk. She scratched her cheek awkwardly, but that motion made her chest jiggle in a new direction, and Nathan’s eyes immediately failed their saving throw. He looked away—then looked again. Goddamn shampoo commercials.

Nathan glanced at her.

"...You know, that crop top’s probably ruined."

Velmora simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders playfully.

"I like being like this..."

Nathan sighed. I really need to buy new pants at the Hunter Trade Center. And... probably a new crop top for her too.

But as he looked up—toward the tree branch where his clothes were hanging—

he saw Validia sitting there.

Still smiling.

The same smile as always.

Nathan went quiet.

He remembered—

the first time he bought clothes for the monster girls.

There had been no underwear large enough for a giantess.

Validia never complained. She just smiled and looked happy to be included.

Validia...

That smile back then looked like someone trying to say "Trust me, I’m not jealous."

Nathan glanced at Velmora.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly.

Her face flushed again—but not from embarrassment.

"Nathan..." she whispered.

She suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Let’s... let’s do that thing again..."

"Thing... what thing?" Nathan asked, confused.

"With the Kralven logs... like yesterday..."

Nathan was still lost.

But Velmora had already wrapped her arms around his.

"I’ll be like this..."

She twisted her body slightly—revealing her smooth, round butt that glistened under the morning light.

It wasn’t just round—it was spiritual. Velmora’s buttocks shimmered like glazed fruit under divine sunlight. Each bounce as she shifted her weight sent a ripple across both cheeks, soft yet dense, like gravity respected her ass more than it did the rest of the world. Nathan had seen plenty of fanart in his day—most of it ridiculous. But what stood before him? It was like a doujinshi artist had been given a blank check by a horny god. He almost reached out, not to grope—but to verify it was real. He stopped. Barely.

"And you’ll be like that..."

Nathan looked down at both of them.

Neither of them were wearing anything.

Not even a leaf.

And then—

click

An old hentai memory button clicked in his brain.

A classic doujin resurfaced—

about a man sent back to a primitive age, who had to "cooperate" with tribal girls to survive.

"Dayumn... this feels like peak isekai absurdity..." Nathan muttered.

He grinned.

"Maybe... maybe I really should work while naked, hehehe... mwhehehhehehehh..."

His pervy soul whispered the ancient idea of making that fantasy real.

---

They walked into a clearing deep within the forest—

a field once cleared out for the farm project.

The soil was still dry, but spacious.

Nathan was still holding his own hand—

to avoid grabbing anything else.

Every step he took, it bounced. His Private Blade swayed like a metronome made of regret. Every vibration of his thighs made it lift and drop with zero dignity. He clenched his fists. Not because he was angry—but because if his hand relaxed even slightly, he knew where it would go. His mind screamed for modesty. But his body? It whispered a thousand forbidden doujin tags. Velmora didn’t help—her every hop added a soundless bounce that echoed in Nathan’s soul. And then... he noticed her tail wrapping loosely around her leg like a garter. Mercy was dead.

Velmora looked excited—her eyes sparkled,

as if she were about to practice martial arts or sweep a sacred shrine.

But they didn’t know—

From afar, behind tall bushes, a pair of eyes were watching.

Morvessa. The bird woman.

Her head tilted like a confused chicken.

"Last night..." she whispered.

Her neck tilted further. Her eyes narrowed.

"Who... was that strange woman... wanting to breastfeed him...? Is she his kind?"