Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 93: The Weeping Tree

Chapter 93: The Weeping Tree

The Monster Girls resumed their activities like nothing had happened, washing their beautiful bodies in the water. Meanwhile, the giant monster and the bird simply sat on the side, chatting cheerfully as if they were neighbors at a public bath.

The First Legendary Dick Master began cleaning his body again.

The Tower Manager’s words kept looping in his mind.

Should I teach them? he thought while washing his neck.

Can I even do that? he scrubbed his shoulder.

I already said I love Domina. I’m already willing to love all of them. So... He moved down and scrubbed his chest.

He continued scrubbing his stomach.

No... it’s not about whether I should or can. I have to... I must do it!

He reached behind and started scrubbing both his buttcheeks.

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They finished bathing.

One by one, the Monster Girls stepped out of the river, their bodies wet and glistening under the sunlight. They laughed. They joked. They walked with light steps, as if nothing had happened. As if the Tower Manager had never existed. As if time had never stopped.

Everything was back to normal.

Except for one thing.

Nathan.

He stood a bit farther from the Monster Girls.

His eyes observed them as they stood tall, letting the air kiss their wet breasts and asses. They jumped and twirled in the air to dry themselves off.

He could see it all—soft bouncing breast, the curves of their backs sculpted like statues carved by a medieval artist.

But...

There was no lust in his eyes.

Not because his cock wasn’t hard.

Quite the opposite.

His shaft stood proudly, pulsing with absurd frustration that didn’t know who or what to blame.

But his heart? Flat. Stiff. Suffocating.

"For the first time, I wish there was a button to make this thing go limp."

He sighed.

His hand touched his own chest, then slid down to his stomach.

His heart was still beating.

His cock was still hot.

But the rest of him?

It didn’t feel alive.

From a distance, Livia waved cheerfully.

"Nathan~ Aren’t you gonna dry off with the fabric you sleep with?"

Ah, the robe, he thought.

"I’ll dry off in the cave," he replied as he began to walk.

Something felt off.

Like he had just passed through something beyond explanation, and this world—with all its cuteness, sensuality, and absurdity—now felt too small to contain what had just occurred.

He saw Domina, her caramel tits jiggle as she laughing with Validia. He saw Livia hugging Velmora, made their soft mounds press against each others.

All the things that once turned him on now felt like a birthday play he’d seen far too many times. And with his wet cock still catching the breeze, Nathan walked toward the cave.

Blank-faced.

Steps slow.

Nathan arrived at the mouth of the cave.

A soft breeze touched his still-wet skin.

A single drop of water—whether from the bath or something more personal—dripped from the tip of his cock, falling slowly to the ground like the end of a prayer never spoken.

He picked up the stamina robe.

No sound. No expression.

He wiped his body as he walked out.

Then—he saw it.

That tree.

The same tree where Domina had once touched his shaft.

Right when he was about to begin his solo slopping ritual, her hand had entered and—absurdly—replaced the entire sacred liturgy with something half-innocent, half-motherly, and fully bewildering.

Nathan stopped.

He stared at the tree, then lowered his head slightly.

"Domina stroked my cock there... I remember it exactly."

His left hand held the robe’s fold,

his right gripped the edge of the fabric still half-damp.

Suddenly, the Tower Manager’s words echoed again.

"Shame... and lust."

Nathan inhaled deeply.

Shame? he thought.

He remembered the time he tried to guide Domina back to the cave, away from the tree that had been tainted by his own liquid.

Domina had yanked her hand away roughly, then her face turned red.

"Was she embarrassed back then?"

He touched his chin.

"But it was just that one time. After that she even—ahhgg..."

He scratched the back of his head.

"Thinking about it now is kinda ridiculous..."

He looked at the tree again.

"Shame? Even Velmora, who always looks shy, ended up playing with my cock—and even kissed my forehead."

The situation was getting more confusing by the second.

He touched his chin again, the stamina robe now resting on his shoulder.

"The Tower Manager said their brains are more advanced than mine. Their cognitive abilities are sharper. They can adapt faster."

He paused.

"But why do they still act like they don’t fully understand... sex?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, tracing the bark of the tree.

"They clearly enjoy playing with my cock. They show no fear, no disgust. Sometimes it even feels like... instinct."

He exhaled slowly.

"What if... they already understand it?"

His breath caught.

"What if they’ve seen animals do it? Boar, lizard, frog—copulating, mating, breeding..."

"And what if they’ve already formed their own conclusions..."

"But something’s missing—some block in their mind."

Nathan stared blankly at the branches above.

"Is it... because the Forbidden Memories?"

His grip on the robe tightened.

"What the hell is in those memories that’s making all of this feel... incomplete?"

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[Ding!]

A system panel suddenly appeared in front of his face.

No sound. No warning.

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[Tower Manager]

Relax.

You’re overthinking what I said. Just follow what the system already assigned to you. Do what will benefit your people—your humanity.

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Nathan’s eyebrows furrowed instantly.

"...Huh?"

But before he could respond, the panel flickered—

And vanished.

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Meanwhile, the Tower Manager was still seated in her chair,

her eyes fixed on the blinking red panels hovering over her desk.

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[WARNING!]

You have directed Bugged Hunters toward activities with no relevance to human benefit.

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The Tower Manager let out a soft sigh.

Her arms folded over her chest.

A new panel opened, right in front of her face:

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[System Directive]

Avoid behaviors that risk violating tower regulations.

Do not rebel against the rules set by The One Who Made the Earth within this system.

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Her finger hovered above the panel, hesitant.

Then—she whispered under her breath.

"His love for humankind truly is unquestionable."

She closed her eyes for a moment.

Then added, in a voice that was either admiration or bitterness:

"Even after he’s gone... the system still runs on the fuel of his love for humankind."

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