Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 98: After Cream

Chapter 98: After Cream

Plosh.

Their bodies collided again—wet, hot, and completely irrational.

Nathan thrust in without warning.

No tenderness. No foreplay.

Just raw impulse—wild and throbbing,

crashing into the Tower Manager’s body like a tidal wave that didn’t care who drowned.

The Tower Manager moaned— not out of pain, but out of theater.

Her eyes half-lidded, her mouth constantly moving.

"Tell me," she whispered between thrusts,

"do you enjoy the body of a woman who once mocked your worth?"

Nathan froze. His jaw clenched.

His hands rose—grabbing at the Tower Manager’s dress.

Crak.

One brutal tug. The dress tore.

Two milk-white breasts burst into view—bouncing in sync with unfinished rage.

He grabbed both—like raw dough, ready to be destroyed for no reason.

The Tower Manager winced—somewhere between ticklish and seductive.

"Does... goodness... hold you back from satisfying your lust?"

Nathan’s brows furrowed. Without thinking, he slapped one of her breasts.

Slap!

It quivered.

The Tower Manager moaned—her body arched, as if that was exactly what she’d been waiting for.

Nathan’s hand moved fast—pinching her nipple hard.

"AGHHH... EUMMHH..."

The Tower Manager bit her lip.

"Fiuhhh... does... love make you uncomfortable?"

The hand that had pinched her nipple pulled back.

Then lifted—

Slap!!!

This time, Nathan slapped her face.

Hard. But not out of cruelty— more like an outburst of frustration from a question he never wanted to hear.

His body leaned closer, his face inches from hers.

He grabbed her chin and hissed,

"You don’t know anything! Shut your mouth, bitch!"

The Tower Manager laughed instead.

Her eyes sparkled—like an actress reaching climax in the most blasphemous opera.

"Aghhmm..."

Her black lips curled against pale cheeks grinning incomplete.

"How could I not know... when... euhhmm..." She bit her lip again. "Your body is so honest with me!"

Nathan’s thrusts grew faster. His breath no longer whole.

And as climax approached—

Whrupp—!

Something yanked him backward.

His awareness shattered.

---

His eyes opened.

He stared at the ceiling of the cave.

His pants were sticky. His cock still throbbed—like a broken piston kept pumping despite leaking oil.

His breathing was a mess.

He could feel the absurd amount of liquid released from his shaft.

The new pair of sports pants and underwear he had just bought from the [Hunter Trade Center] felt sticky—flooded, even.

He sat slowly and stared at his pants "Wet dream? The fuck!?" His jaw tightened.

A memory flashed in his head—

the moment the Tower Manager blew on his dick.

"Fuck... this must be because of that goddamn stupid blessing."

He slowly stood up, still feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He pulled the front of his pants— to inspect the sticky chaos happening inside.

"My brand new shit!!!"

He let go of the waistband, the sticky mess snapping back against his inner thighs.

He looked around.

The Rabbit Fighters were gone.

"Are they out looking for fruit? Or are they just getting ready to help me again?" he wondered.

Nathan stepped out of the cave, still wearing that dumb expression and a pair of pants that felt like a minor natural disaster.

The morning air kissed his skin with a sharp tenderness. Roots dangled from the forest ceiling like silent spectators. Quiet. Except for one giant figure sitting cross-legged, chewing on something.

Validia.

The giantess with a neutral smile and a body the size of Nathan’s internal crisis.

"Nathan," she said casually, mouth still half-full.

"Your breath... sounds like you just ran out of a dream."

Nathan didn’t respond. He gave her a tired look and dropped his ass onto a thick root beside her.

Validia turned her head slowly.

"Domina and Livia went out looking for fruit. For later. Said they’d hunt meat too—for tomorrow’s ’Meat Day.’"

She paused her chewing briefly, then added,

"Velmora’s refueling her belly. Says her saliva underperforms when she’s hungry."

Nathan gave a slight nod, processing absolutely nothing.

Validia looked up at the sky.

"Morvesaa..." she sighed. "She didn’t want to help you from the start. Said, ’what’s the point.’"

Nathan exhaled, Yeah, that pale bird never really gave a damn about me from the beginning.

Validia gave a faint smile. Then, with a flat but honest tone, she looked at Nathan and said:

"And me... hmm... I can eat anytime. And I’ll help you anytime."

Her face lit up with a casual cheer, blood smudged across her lips, and two horns pointing toward the sky.

Nathan adjusting his pants that still felt like a plastic bag filled with spoiled yogurt.

"I’m heading to the river," he said softly.

"You can finish your meal first."

Validia nodded without a hint of drama, calmly chewing.

"Okay. Call me if you want to uproot more sapoa trees later."

Nathan gave a faint smile.

Then turned around and started walking toward the river.

His steps were light, the morning air clinging to his skin like a warm towel just pulled from a divine washing machine.

He exhaled.

A whisper slipped from his lips—almost like a prayer from a man recently baptized by a wet dream:

"It feels... really peaceful."

Nathan’s gaze was blank as he stared at the surrounding trees, but a soft smile touched his lips.

"Her smile... was so beautiful," he whispered.

Then his eyes glanced at Validia’s chest, still jiggling from her chewing motion—

and he couldn’t help but remember something.

"Even though... that colossal pussy and those colossal boobs keep jiggling..."

He lowered his head.

Staring at the soaked pants clinging to his thigh like a wet curse from an unfeeling system.

Then one final sentence slipped out—unfiltered, honest, and halfway idiotic:

"I... am truly happy."

Meanwhile, Validia watched Nathan walk away.

His smell getting weirder again... did he release white water again? He’s kind of damp too. Hope he doesn’t die, she thought.

Nathan finally reached the river. He activated [Temporary Physical Enhancement] and jumped toward the sapoa tree.

He took off everything below his waist, summoned his shovel, struck the sapoa trunk once to open the flow, then again slightly lower to insert the sapoa leaf beneath the dripping line.

He sat there in silence, waiting for the Sapoa leaves to drip until full.

He felt the urge to pee.

Then—

[Ding!]

[Don’t waste the urine, pee to the tube!]

His brow twitched.

"Motherfucker!!!!"