Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 83: While You Were Staring at Tits, A Bunch of Stuff Disappeared

Chapter 83: While You Were Staring at Tits, A Bunch of Stuff Disappeared

Nathan stood up.

His face was still a little red—not out of embarrassment, but because his body was overwhelmed by too much kindness and libido compressed into a single emotional package.

He stared at the calm surface of the river and let out a long sigh.

Maybe... it’s better to just pull trees than be tortured like this, he muttered, wiping his still-damp hair.

He turned around and looked at Validia and Velmora.

"I’m gonna keep uprooting trees. If you two are tired, just rest. It’s fine," he said, trying to sound firm—though his voice carried the tone of a man who just finished a 2AM relapse.

Validia nodded quickly. "I’m not tired. I want to keep sorting tree logs. It’s fun, hehe." She smiled.

Velmora blinked slowly, then smiled. "I want to watch you. Your sweaty body... it’s nice to look at."

Nathan blushed reflexively. He cleared his throat, then looked down.

"Yeah... okay then."

Snakey little bit naughty hehehhe... he thought.

Without another word, he walked toward the next sapoa tree.

One by one, he pulled them out. Roots yanked free, dirt scattered. Sweat started to soak his back and chest.

His breathing was heavy,

but his mind was lighter.

No hugs. No pussy scent.

Just dirt, trees, and sweat.

[Ding!]

[Forest Clearance Progress: 50%].

Nathan scoffed.

"Only halfway?! Fuck... this is taking longer than I thought..."

He walk forward.

Internally, he cursed the system that made hard labor feel like an endless marathon—but at least, in the middle of it all, there were no pussy smell temptation or jiggle caramel breast.

Nathan uprooted another sapoa tree—the trunk was slightly crooked, the roots stuck deep—but he managed to pull it out. Wet soil clung to the tips of his feet.

"This place is fucking huge..." he muttered, spitting onto the ground.

Huge?

That word stalled his brain for a second.

A flash of memory hit him—

a glimpse of the world beyond the forest:

cold stretches of snow, sprawling deserts, and a shadowed region untouched by sunlight.

"If this forest has Monster Girls... then maybe the other places too..." he whispered.

His eyes narrowed. He turned around.

"Domina and Livia... they had ice flowers in their storage. They said they picked them from a cold region."

Nathan glanced at the two Rabbit Fighters, still asleep—

their caramel tits perfectly undisturbed.

Livia lay flat on her back, while Domina slept on her right side, her breast pressing softly against the grass.

Velmora was still sitting nearby, her scales glimmering, her breathing calm.

"Aaahmm... I’ll ask about it later," Nathan muttered.

"Still got work to do."

He pulled the next tree with a heavy breath. His back ached.

As he approached another one—

[Ding!]

[Energy depleted!]

[Do you want to use mana for Activating [Temporary Phisycal Enhancement] ]

[Yes/No]

Nathan let out a sigh.

"Hufftt.... there’s no urgency now, better recharge the energy."

He looked up and activated [Energetic Photosynthesis].

His energy bar instantly filled back to max.

[Ding!]

[Temporary Physical Enhancement – Activated]

He resumed pulling trees.

Nathan took a deep breath.

His body was still sticky—covered in dirt and sweat. But his mind suddenly twitched, poked by something he should’ve realized a long time ago.

Wait a sec...

His eyes narrowed, staring at the bare ground beneath his feet.

Shoes... where the hell are my shoes?

He looked down, examining his mud-covered feet.

Yeah, probably came off when Domina dragged me. Makes sense.

But then... the thoughts kept coming.

And... my phone?

His brow furrowed.

I had my phone with me. And my wallet... and that plastic bag with my food...

He froze.

Where did it all go?

A gentle breeze passed, as if mocking the blank space in his memory.

Clothes ripped? Sure. That was when they bathed me. The hoodie too—but why wasn’t there any leftover fabric? Where the hell did the torn pieces go?

Nathan slowly raised his hand, staring at his bare fingers.

Even my underwear...

He clenched his fist.

The sacred triangle of fabric that keeps my cock properly aligned... gone!?

He glanced around. The forest, too peaceful, suddenly felt like a staged backdrop.

"Why is everything gone?"

The words left his mouth softly, flatly, laced with a question he didn’t want answered.

I wasn’t just stripped... I was emptied.

His eyes widened slightly.

Something sucked everything away...

He looked around again.

"The Monster Girls? No way they’d hide that stuff..."

Silence.

Then, he muttered—half laugh, half tremble:

"Ahhaha... it must be that damn Tower Manager!"

His brows tightened like a man on the verge of uncovering that his best friend is gay, and they been swimming together every summer.

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Meanwhile, the Tower Manager—the prime suspect behind the disappearance of Nathan’s belongings—stood silently, staring at a table.

She was alone.

In front of her: a simple wooden chest.

Inside—Nathan Cole’s leftover possessions.

With a smooth motion, she reached out.

Click.

A cheap leather wallet.

She opened it slowly, as if flipping through the irrelevant memories of a disposable human.

Inside, tucked away, was a small photo:

Nathan and his mother.

Smiling. Bright-eyed. A blurry background—one of those fragile moments regular humans try so hard to preserve.

The Tower Manager stared at it.

Empty.

No reaction.

She placed the photo back inside the wallet, then returned the wallet to the chest like an item stripped of meaning.

Next, she picked up scraps of cloth—torn hoodie, worn-out shirt.

Still slightly damp from the forced bathing session days ago.

She didn’t blink. Didn’t sniff. Didn’t care.

Then came the plastic bag.

Srkk...

She opened it. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"...What is this?" she murmured flatly.

Inside were bizarre human items: a pack of instant noodles, prepackaged bread, and a bottled drink engineered for obesity.

She picked one: Instant noodles with a cartoon bowl and foreign writing.

"This symbol... what does it mean?"

She flipped it, reading the instructions:

"Put into water... medium heat..."

Still expressionless, she placed the human foods back in the bag and set it aside.

She muttered, her voice barely above a bored sigh:

"No errors today. Energy supply for low-class monster creation... stable."

"That lowly human hasn’t even played with his stick yet..."

She reached for the other item in the chest.

A triangle of cloth—slightly wrinkled, and little bit cold.

Her face suddenly flushed just a bit.

"Mwehhehe hehehe...."