Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 82: Between Sweat and Sympathy

Nathan and Validia—two creatures of vastly different sizes—seemed to savor their moment.

Validia, towering like a whale; Nathan, a regular-sized man, now resembled a small fish.

Together, they mirrored the kind of mutualistic symbiosis often found in the ocean:

the little fish cleans off parasites and dead skin, offering comfort—

while the whale, if it had feelings, might even smile.

The whale doesn’t kill the small fish.

It lets it live.

And in doing so, it offers a gift:

the chance to survive a bit longer,

to slip past predators.

A silent, physical form of support—

one that allows the small fish to keep moving,

keep living,

without fear,

happily continuing its rituals of survival.

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The sound of scaled footsteps rustled from behind the bushes. Velmora emerged—her breathing still uneven, sweat clinging to her temples and the curve of her long neck. Her red hair stuck to her cheeks, giving the impression of a serpent who had just finished an overly intense mating ritual.

Validia turned, then gently lowered Nathan—like placing down a chess piece that had just secured victory, but it wasn’t yet time for checkmate.

Nathan sat on the grass, his hips still radiating residual warmth.

"When are we pulling trees again?" Velmora asked straight away, her tone flat but her eyes gleaming like an overworked intern starving for tasks.

Nathan slowly glanced toward the two Rabbit Fighters still napping beneath the Prunus Vitalis tree.

Their breaths were soft. Legs spread. Bellies rising and falling gently.

No urgency.

No drama.

Just laziness—raw and unapologetic.

"Let’s rest a bit," Nathan said, still half-breathless, half-immersed in the absurdity of existence.

Validia nodded. "Yeah... let’s rest... here," she muttered, placing both hands on her thighs like a monk-sized giantess fresh out of emotional meditation.

Velmora sat down beside them. Her breathing gradually slowed. A faint steam still rose from her skin.

No one said a word.

Only the sound of leaves rustling—

and the quiet realization that, for now,

the absurdity of the world could wait.

But not the perverted soul of The First Legendary Dick Master—his cock was already in disarray, the smell of colossal pussy and the scent of shy snake sweat mixing in the air. Each breath he took carried the intimate warmth of sweat and cunt heat.

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Nathan lowered his head.

Velmora’s breath was clear in his ear—hot, heavy, slightly damp. For some reason, Nathan’s heartbeat only grew faster. Velmora kept shifting until her scaly ass was practically touching his thigh.

"Euhmm..." Nathan turned his head slowly.

Validia was still sitting calmly beside him, but her thick thigh was bent in a way that was just too... seductive. The faint shadow peeking through the fabric barely concealing the aroma of colossal pussy made Nathan’s head feel like it was about to boil.

Shit... he cursed. This is not the place to search for inner peace.

Suddenly, he stood up—too quickly, too nervously.

"Ahhh... I’m feeling... hot," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I need to wash my face... to... calm down..."

He walked away, trying to look casual. But his steps were too stiff. And his cock was way too hard.

Suddenly—

Grab.

His leg was pulled from behind.

"Eh?!"

In an instant, Nathan’s body was lifted. Validia held his ankle like she was picking up an upside-down baby chick.

"I’ll help you," Validia said with an innocent smile that only made things feel even more wrong.

"W-wait! I can do it myself!!" Nathan struggled, but it was useless. He was already dangling like a grocery bag someone forgot to close.

Validia squatted down—full-on Asian squat—and stepped forward slightly in that position. From his upside-down perspective, Nathan got a front-row view of her soft colossal pussy.

He looked down—shimmering water awaited him. And there...

his fate was sealed.

PLOOP!

His body was dipped into the river. Once. Twice. Three times.

Dip—lift. Dip—lift.

Like a fucking tea bag.

"Ughblrrr—!!!" Nathan gasped.

Validia remained calm.

"You looked distressed. I hope this helps you feel better hehehhehe..."

Nathan could only surrender. Cold on his body. Heat on his cock.

And his ego shattered, treated like a sentient tissue wipe.

Kindness without limits is pure torture, his mind muttered.

Validia finally stopped and placed Nathan down at the edge of the river.

Nathan coughed, water dripping from his hair, his face a miserable cocktail of embarrassment and cold.

"HUACK—Gblurrgh—goddamn it... I’m not a goddamn tea bag..." he muttered between gasps, his body limp like a vegetable blanched too long in boiling water.

Validia smiled with satisfaction. "You look refreshed."

Nathan looked away, trying to hide his face—one that had nearly accepted its fate as the test subject of a giant monster’s shampoo experiment.

Velmora approached, sweat still clinging to her temples and the base of her neck. She crouched by the river, washing her face with soft, deliberate movements—like someone trying to cleanse herself of a sexual curiosity she didn’t fully understand yet.

Then, she moved closer.

Her movement were slow. Her scaled tail brushing gently against the grass.

Velmora sat in front of Nathan.

Her eyes looked down.

Nathan frowned. Then followed her gaze.

Oh.

His cock was standing tall, shamelessly straining against the fabric of his pants like a flagpole that didn’t know shame or regulation.

"Ah..." Nathan scratched the back of his head.

"If you want... um... you can play with it..."

The line came out like it belonged to a fake hero with too much confidence. He wore the sweetest smile he could manage—like he’d just offered a lovely hug.

But the result wasn’t what he expected.

Velmora bit her lower lip. Her body trembled slightly. Her eyes welled up.

"I don’t... I don’t want Nathan.. die..." she whispered. "Nathan must... live..."

Nathan froze.

His eyes went blank.

He lowered his head.

I just need a hand job...

The river kept flowing. The wind drifted softly.

And the soul of a man stood quietly at the crossroads between empathy and horny, once again, tragically entangled, united in absurdity.