Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 78: The Place Where She Sleeps

A few moments later, Nathan resumed uprooting the trees. The progress panel kept appearing, but it still showed only minimal advancement.

"When the hell is this gonna be done?" he muttered, wiping the sweat off his forehead. His body was starting to feel sticky.

He went back to pulling out more of the sapoa trees. "Damn, do I have to move these rocks too?"

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[The rocks must be cleared]

[Focus on uprooting the trees first]

The system’s constant pop-ups answering every question started to irritate him. "Then what about the grass?" he asked, annoyed.

[Must be removed — to reduce the difficulty of cleaning up livestock waste later]

Nathan nodded, deciding the answers were enough. There was no need to overthink it — the system would surely guide him through the rest of the task eventually.

Time slipped by without warning. When Nathan glanced at the panel again, the number in the bottom-left corner now read

[Forest Clearance Progress: 40%].

"Huh... only this much?" he murmured quietly. Sweat dripped, his hands were getting sore, but his mind felt even emptier.

At the same time, Domina and Livia walked over. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, making their caramel tits jiggle with extra gloss and allure.

"Nathan," Domina said, "we’re going to prep some food now. You must be hungry, right?" she asked, sounding like a dad tending to his little daughters during a picnic.

Livia grinned wide, "Yeah, my tummy’s getting kinda empty too. Domina and I will clean the Blacksteel boar in storage, grab some cooking sap, and hmm... the rest’s Domina’s job hehhehe..." she chuckled.

Nathan simply nodded. They didn’t need to be ordered around — as if those routines had already been carved into their brains. He watched their backs as they walked away, then murmured softly,

"They’re like organic machines. Moving on their own, working on their own, eating on their own... with no clue what time it is..."

He lifted his body again and walked toward the next sapoa tree. His eyes briefly glanced toward Validia. He worried she might be hungry or exhausted, and raised his voice. "Validia, don’t you want to res—"

His voice instantly dropped in tone, his sentence cutting off mid-air. Validia was sitting while holding a Ferrofang Lizard’s tail like a crispy chicken stick, then tearing into it slowly while chewing. In the distance, several of those metal lizards ran around in panic, trying to flee from a giantess having an unethical lunch.

Nathan squinted. "Yeah... she probably doesn’t need to go far for a break or a hot meal." He exhaled slowly.

He continued walking. In front of him, the tree trunk he was about to pull looked a bit different. There was a round hole at the bottom — a rather large one.

Before he could think too deeply, Velmora approached him from behind, her sweaty V-line radiating stunning beauty. Her abs gleamed faintly, her navel kissed by a drop of sweat, which slowly fell downward like the last drop of cum after midnight relapse.

"Nathan~"

Her voice was soft, her head tilted gently.

Nathan kept pulling the tree — his back muscles tensed, then PLUCK! — the roots came out, dirt splashed slightly, and the tree was cleared. He set the trunk aside, patted the soil from his hands, then turned to Velmora.

"Going hunting?" he asked.

Velmora shook her head, her tits jiggling slightly beneath the thin cloth soaked by the sweat of unpaid labor. Her smile remained calm, not looking like she’d demand a single coin for her day’s work. "No need. I eat once every two days," she said, wiping the sweat from her cheek.

Nathan had forgotten.

Ah right... she’s a snake... he thought.

Simple. Efficient. One meal, and the rest of the time spent slithering peacefully through this bizarre life.

Velmora pointed to the round hole near the roots of the tree he just pulled.

"That hole is the place where i live," she said softly, the tip of her snake tail swaying happily.

Nathan froze.

He stared at the hole — dark, hidden among the roots. And there... Velmora slept every night.

"...oh."

He didn’t know what to say.

Velmora smiled, her face still flushed as usual, the red strands on her forehead sticking to her skin from the sweat of labor. She didn’t move, just remained there in place.

"Nathan... Nathan wants to see the place where i sleep?" she said, her shoulders trembling again like someone trying to hold back laughter.

Nathan swallowed. Shit, this feels like an invitation to uhm... but dayumnn.. where’s her pussy hole, behind the mid scales!? His face turned red, bestial thoughts beginning to pressure his already frail prefrontal cortex.

"Nathan..." Velmora called again.

Screw it, I’ll just say yes.

He nodded.

Velmora immediately dove like a professional swimmer, her head entering the hole first. Her plump, scaly ass got slightly stuck at the entrance but eventually slipped through as Velmora squirmed like a strand of instant noodle being slurped by someone still building their life from the rock bottom.

Velmora’s voice echoed faintly from inside the hole.

"Nathan~ come inside~"

Her voice drifted through the air like a soft moan bleeding through the wall during a wet dream.

Nathan stared into the hole.

Dark. Dense.

The air spilling out was cold, but laced with a strange scent... like fermented flowers.

He stepped in.

His hand brushed against the dirt, his soles touched brittle roots.

The deeper he went, the more the outside light dissolved. The world began to disappear.

"Velmora...?" he called.

No answer.

He moved further. His skin grew damp, and a kind of dew hung suspended in the air.

His breath slowed. His heart thumped louder.

The fuck is wrong with this place?

"Velmora, where are yo—"

Suddenly, from within the darkness...

A pair of red eyes flared to life.

Bright. Burning like embers freshly stoked by feelings buried too long beneath the flesh.

A faint smile emerged — slow... her teeth looked sharp, but still carried a haunting sensuality.

"Nathan..."