Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 32: Desperate Gooner

In front of him, a massive shadow loomed. The closer Nathan got, the clearer the shape of the creature became in his eyes.

"Horns?" Nathan’s eyes widened.

The dim light began to reveal the monster’s face. A giant woman—horned, fanged, with red eyes burning just like the berserked Rabbit Fighters.

Nathan stared ahead. "Shit..."

Brughh...

Nathan crashed straight into the cleavage of the jumbo-sized tits of the giantess.

His cock—now dry and slightly sticky from the leftover Sapoa sap—smeared directly against the creature’s bare skin.

Nathan fell slowly, his body limping mid-air without control.

The contact between his dry cock and the giant’s breast surface felt rough—like a washed, dried hand brushing against a glass window.

"Ahhghh...."

His body was caught between two massive mounds—soft, yet firm like fleshy walls.

His breath hitched—half-suffocated—feeling himself slowly being squeezed.

The giant raised both arms and crossed them into an X shape.

GGGHHRRR.....

The giant let out a guttural groan,

HWAGGGHHH....

She uncrossed her arms, opening up her chest—and slammed it upward, pushing Nathan’s body like a ragdoll with pure force.

Nathan’s body was launched skyward.

"That monster... the first monster I saw?"

His thoughts raced. Back then, he was too terrified to get a clear look—he’d turned and ran.

But now? He could see her. Perfectly.

Suspended mid-air, Nathan looked up at the eclipsed sunlight.

His cock hung lazily to the left, swaying with gravity.

The world slowed down.

He was falling—fast.

His eyes widened.

"Fuck..."

He tried activating [Temporary Physical Enhancement] just before impact.

Twisting his body mid-air—readying for a landing.

"Eh...?"

From below, slightly off-angle—two soles appeared.

Nathan had just enough time to catch their grinning faces.

Domina.

Livia.

Launched upward.

A perfect combo strike—aimed straight at his gut.

BUGGHHH—!!

"A—"

The sound got stuck in his throat.

His scream cut off.

It felt like his entire stomach had been vacuumed out.

Nathan’s body was flung back toward the giantess—this time at full speed.

But she didn’t even let him land.

With a casual motion—like a street vendor in a crowded third-world marketplace, swatting away a fly that dared hover too close to their prized pile of tomatoes—the giantess smacked him mid-air.

PAAAKKK—!!

Nathan’s body twisted unnaturally as the hit redirected him sideways, crashing into a bush full of thorns.

His ears rang. His vision blurred.

His cock—dry, sore, and shamefully ignored—bounced like a cheap dildo thrown behind a stall.

Nathan’s body was flung far—he didn’t have time to activate [Temporary Physical Enhancement]. As his body neared the ground, his left hand landed first.

Krrk....

AGGHHHHH....

Nathan’s desperate scream erupted.

Brughh...

His body rolled several times across the dirt, tearing his skin open. His head slammed against the ground again and again until it cracked—blood pouring nonstop—until finally, he lay there, facedown, in hopeless silence.

[Emergency Healing cannot be completed..]

[Emergency Healing requires more mana]

[Host body cannot fully recover...]

[Risk of death by blood loss: High]

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Meanwhile, the Tower Manager kept tapping on the floating panels in front of her.

"Finally..."

[Connecting 10%.... 30%... 40%... ]

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Nathan tried to get up. Using his right hand, he pushed against the ground—his body trembling.

He sat on his knees, breath ragged, and looked up.

The giantess and the two naked rabbit fighters were clashing violently in the distance.

Nathan exhaled—a deep, broken sigh.

"What the hell is this... at least let me cum on that thick rabbit’s face before I die... tsk..."

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As Nathan knelt there, defeated and leaking blood like a cheap plastic bag full of soup, a soft chime echoed in his mind.

[Tower Manager]

Hey... thank God you’re still conscious...

--

"Hm?"

Nathan frowned.

The floating panel flickered weakly in front of him. This time, there was a voice. A real one. Soft, feminine... worried—like a tired mother checking on her accident-prone child who fell down the stairs again.

But the Tower Manager didn’t speak further.

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Inside her control chamber, the Tower Manager’s brows furrowed. She stared at Nathan’s status screen.

"Shit... He’s about to die."

Her fingers danced across the floating panels, checking his vitals—heart rate barely stable, mana nearly depleted, left arm broken in three places, skull fracture... dick still semi-erect. That last detail she immediately dismissed.

She scrolled through his skills, desperate.

"C’mon... there has to be something... anything..."

Then she paused.

[Skill: Semenflora - Compatible]

Her eyes narrowed.

"Oh. Oh, that’s disgusting. But it might work."

She clenched her teeth.

"Well... it’s either cum on the tree or die, Nathan."

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Back to Nathan—weak and bleeding—he lowered his head in despair.

DING...

[Tower Manager]

Hey, look behind you!!

—

"Huh?" Nathan weakly turned his head. He looked behind—at the place where he had planted the Prunus Vitalis seed. The seed had already sprouted. Nathan found it strange how fast it had grown, but he was more confused why the Tower Manager told him to look back.

"Wha... ughh... what??" Nathan asked.

[Tower Manager]

Use the [Semenflora] skill to accelerate the growth of Prunus Vitalis.

Eat the fruit. The fruit might give you a fast mana recovery ability.

—

Nathan’s eyes widened.

"What the hell... Do i should—"

[Ding!][Ding!][Ding!][Ding!][Ding!][Ding!]

The Tower Manager triggered multiple notifications for Nathan.

[Tower Manager]

Please... don’t die.

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Nathan could now hear the Tower Manager’s voice—no longer just text. There was worry in her tone. A hint of sadness.

"Fuck... it... okay... okay..." Nathan muttered.

He rose—limping, barely balanced—dragging himself forward.

Brughh...

He dropped to his knees in front of the patch where he had planted the Prunus Vitalis.

His right hand gripped his cock—dry and covered in dirt.

"This is... way too hard."

He began stroking. It hurt. Too dry. The dried Sapoa sap made it sticky and rough.

Then a thought hit him.

He summoned the watering tool.

"This thing... should still have water."

Nathan tilted the can.

He poured the remaining water over his cock.

His cock wet, Nathan dismissed the watering tool.

He then gripped his cock again.

His left hand limp, forehead smeared with blood, his back torn open.

Nathan exhaled, loosening his grip on his cock, his fingers now positioned near the head.

He took another deep breath.

Preparing for the first meaningful stroke of his life.

Slop...

...

Slop...

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Slop Slop...