Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 250: Chest, Camouflage, and Caramel

SWING!!

"You don’t get to talk like her—!"

ZRAAAAK!!

BOOOM!!!

"You don’t get to act like you understand—!!"

He roared again, his own voice hoarse and broken.

"FIONA’S VOICE ISN’T FOR YOU—!!"

The final swing cracked the pavement and shattered the remains of a street sign.

But the snake was already gone from that spot.

Behind him.

David turned... late.

THWAAAAM!!!

The tail struck his back.

He flew through the air again, body spinning like a ragdoll, smashing into the side of a parked truck.

CRAAASSHHH!!

David didn’t move immediately.

Smoke curled from his gauntlet.

The metal cracked.

His fingers trembled.

His vision blurred.

Blood filled his mouth.

But even through it

He was still trying to stand.

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FWOOSHH!!

Validia twirled mid-air, a graceful arc of wind curling around her.

A dimensional wolf leapt to intercept—

ZRAAAAKKK!!!

Its body split diagonally— no blood, just a perfect wind slash slicing through its mana core.

The creature didn’t even realize it was dead until its limbs collapsed, each piece falling like a puppet cut from its strings.

She landed lightly, barely a sound.

Another one came—

Validia stepped forward.

One hand moved

A palm strike to the snout.

The wolf’s head crumpled inward like paper.

Two more came—

She spun.

Shhhrakk!!

Her heel tore through one’s throat. A wind needle followed instantly, boring into the last wolf’s glowing crystal.

All four were down in seconds.

No wasted movement.

No mercy.

The entire scene was fluid, choreographed, like a bloody ballet.

Like the wind had chosen her as its avatar... not to protect, but to eradicate.

She floated gently back to the ground, dust settling beneath her boots. Her hair, long and tied in black ribbons, danced in the fading turbulence. The glint of her horns pulsed faintly, but her expression was cool, calm. Almost disappointed.

Like she wanted more.

Nathan stood with disbelief.

He looked at the battlefield.

The corpses of four high-level dimensional wolves... shredded like cheap cloth.

By one woman.

No...

By one monster girl.

His monster girl.

And suddenly—

He felt it.

Shame.

Not the kind that hits from losing a fight.

But the kind that hits when the woman who used to play with your dick while curling like an a little cat from old anime just saved your life like a war goddess.

"...Goddammit..."

He wiped blood from his mouth, coughing weakly.

His mind drifted back—

To that time at the hole, inside the tower.

When Validia curled, shimmering, hold on her own tears.

"Thank you...."

He shook his head, hard.

Nope. Not now.

Not while she just massacred four tactical beasts in seconds.

He was supposed to be the Earth’s First Commander.

A symbol. A protector.

And right now, he looked like a freshman cadet who just got dunked on by a waifu who used to suck on lollipops while squeezing his—

"Guhhh—!!"

He clenched his fists, trying to force himself up.

Validia walked toward him, expression unreadable.

Her hand extended.

"Nathan."

He looked up.

She still had blood on her cheek.

Her eyes were calm.

Her voice was flat:

"You should be more careful, Commander. That thing nearly tore your spine out."

Nathan looked away. His face flushed.

Not from pain.

From pure male humiliation.

Validia crouched.

Nathan flinched as her fingers brushed lightly against his forehead, sweeping the sweat-drenched hair aside.

Then...

*Mcchh...

A soft kiss.

Right in the middle of his forehead.

His breath stopped.

Her lips parted a second later, calm and cold.

She stood immediately after, adjusting the strap on her combat cloak as if it were part of protocol.

Nathan blinked like he’d just been reset.

"V-Validia?! What.... what the hell was that?!"

She didn’t answer. Her expression stayed blank. Professional. Little bit Icy now.

But deep inside her chest...

There was an annoying, bubbling warmth she tried very hard to ignore.

Tch... irrelevant.

Stabilizing mental state after combat trauma is standard protocol for maintaining team synergy...

Hormonal stimuli can temporarily boost regeneration, even in males...

...It’s not like I wanted to do that. Obviously.

Her ears turned just slightly red.

He looks stupid when he’s flustered anyway.

Dumb Commander. Always needing help.

Still, she didn’t look back.

Didn’t say a word.

Didn’t let him see the tiny, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips.

Validia folded her arms. Her eyes narrowed.

"...Strange."

Nathan, still kneeling, looked up.

"Huh?"

"There’s another mana source nearby," she said slowly. "Strong. Not monstrous... but... not human either."

She stared toward the city skyline, where smoke and chaos still rose.

"...This energy. It’s so familliar."

A pause. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Then smiled.

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CRACK.

David gasped.

The serpent’s body coiled tighter around his chest. His ribs screamed. His breath came in short, panicked rasps.

One of his daggers was already gone, flung somewhere during his blind rage.

Now, the second one was pinned against his own thigh, completely unusable.

He was trapped.

And the mimic-serpent just kept whispering...

"David... please... die with me..."

Its tongue slithered past his cheek. Its voice, still shaped like Fiona’s, now sounded broken. Glitched.

Like it was trying to feel what love meant, but only knew how to imitate it.

David groaned. "F-Fiona..."

From the rooftop, her body trembled.

Tears welled up behind her eyes.

"No... no ... not David..."

The man who always joked around. Who protected her. Who cooked her damn pancakes even when she was grumpy.

The man who... once accidentally showed his boner in front of her.

Her knees shook.

But then—

She moved.

One foot slammed into the edge of the rooftop.

"RAAAHH—!!"

Fiona leapt.

Her camouflage unraveled in the wind. Her tank top fluttered.

Cold sweat dripped down her chest, tracing a path between curves barely held by trembling fabric.

Each drop slid faster as her breath quickened—her plump mounds rising with each desperate inhale.

She wasn’t strong.

She wasn’t fast.

But if David was going to die—

She’d go down with him.

She jumped from her apartment. As she landed, her chest bounced slightly.

But, before she could go any further,

A hand caught her shoulder.

Not violently.

Just a gentle tap.

"—?!"

Fiona froze mid-motion.

She turned.

And saw—

A hand with caramel-colored skin.