Monster Harem In The Tower

Morvessa didn't say a word.

She just took a few steps back, sat behind a tree, hugged her knees—and covered her body with her wings.

But Nathan saw it…

That pale slit—still glistening.

Wet, reflecting the morning light like a freshly consecrated altar.

Nathan lowered his head briefly and exhaled.

"Why is it always like this…" he whispered inwardly.

But he couldn't be mad.

He knew this world had been strange since the first day he entered the tower.

Absurdity was just part of breakfast now.

He stood up. His pants were already pulled back on, though his Private Blade was still a bit soft and throbbing—like it was protesting the event being cut short.

His gaze finally shifted to Validia.

The horned girl stood calmly, face unreadable, even though her body… had changed.

She was taller than Nathan now.

Her skin no longer shimmered, but looked more natural. Her body was no longer wrapped in that semi-naked two tiny fabrics. She looked… normal.

But her eyes were still sharp—like a hawk ready to shred anyone caught thinking dirty. She now wore a green outfit that made her thighs look even more appetizing.

"...W-What is it, Validia?" Nathan asked, a bit awkward.

Validia folded her arms.

"You two took too long. The rest of us already finished the Farm Project."

Nathan blinked. "Huh? The Farm Project… already?"

Validia nodded.

"Lilith—The Savior—assigned each of us a role. Every Monster Girl received her own task. Lilith said it's part of a 'moral and biological rehabilitation.'"

Her tone remained flat, but there was a faint trace of irritation… or maybe embarrassment?

Nathan was dumbfounded.

So… Milky Mommy handled stuff like this too?

He thought Lilith only cared about playing the role of Eternal Nursing Mommy, but turns out she had practical thoughts too.

"Everything's done already?" Nathan asked, hesitant.

Validia gave him a strange look. "Yes."

Nathan scratched the back of his head.

"Even the… automatic poop-cleaner?" he whispered.

Validia sighed. "Velmora handled that. Alone."

Nathan instantly wanted to die.

Why were all these Monster Girls so capable?

Meanwhile, he was busy spiritually jerking off in the woods with a horny bird.

"I… didn't do anything," he muttered, head down.

"At this rate… what's the point of me being here?"

He looked at his hands.

The roughness, the shape, the flesh, the strength—it could all be replaced. Buffed. Stripped away.

But his function here?

Didn't exist.

If only there were something… only I could do, Nathan thought.

Something the Monster Girls couldn't take over.

And then—

Validia stepped closer.

"Nathan…" she said softly.

He lifted his head, locking eyes with the horned girl.

"We… need your sperm."

Nathan almost choked on the morning air.

"…What?"

Validia glanced aside, her face reddening.

"Y-You have that skill… that weird ability that can… accelerate plant growth w-with sperm…" She swallowed hard. "And now you can… enlarge your body, right?"

Nathan nodded—confused.

"You just need to ma…" Validia stopped mid-sentence.

Her face flushed even deeper.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "…masturbate toward the farmland…"

Silence.

Even the birds held their breath.

Validia's lips trembled. "J-Just aim it toward… the field." Then she added under her breath: "Make sure the wind isn't blowing the... the sperm away...."

Nathan felt his brain freeze.

Like he'd just entered a cheat code too absurd for the engine to handle.

"…You're telling me… I have to jerk off… onto the field?"

Validia nodded—almost like a monkey giving up on a math exam.

"…To help the crops grow healthy…" she muttered quickly.

Nathan stared blankly.

Both hands dropped to his knees as he tried to steady his breathing.

"Of all the skills I unlocked in this cursed tower… why the hell is [Semenflora] the one with a goddamn mission?"

Morvessa looked at Validia.

Her round eyes were still glistening, but now sharper. More… possessive.

"Brother's sperm… shouldn't be for farming," she murmured softly.

Then she turned to Nathan—serious.

"I… I have to be the first to taste it."

Nathan almost choked on his own spit. His jaw dropped.

'Morvessa's fully conscious now and she's the crazy one? She used to be the most rational!' he thought instinctively.

But Validia just chuckled softly.

She stepped closer to Morvessa and gently stroked the bird girl's head.

"You've become adorable," she said.

"You used to be so cold… even looked annoyed when I talked too much. But now… you're warm. Full of feelings."

Morvessa bit her lower lip. Her cheeks turned red. Her wings tightened close to her body.

Validia glanced at Nathan—her smile twisting into something more wicked.

"Relax, Morvessa," she whispered.

"Nathan's sperm will be plentiful. With a cock that big… it'll gush like a mating season fountain."

Morvessa swallowed hard.

Her eyes widened. And slowly, her tongue peeked out—drooling without realizing it.

"C-Can I… bathe in it?" she whispered shyly.

"You can even gargle and rinse your hair with it," Validia replied, smile growing nastier. "If the field gets it, why not you?"

Nathan stood stiff.

His heartbeat quickened.

And beneath his still-unbuttoned pants, his Private Blade began to rise again.

"Shit…" he muttered under his breath, clearing his throat loudly to hide the heavy breathing that was creeping in.

He couldn't lose composure.

Not in front of Morvessa—the only girl who made him feel…

Safe.

Satisfied.

Desired.

He lifted his chin, trying to appear calm.

Then, in a quiet but confident voice, he said:

"Of course… that's an easy request."

Validia turned. "Hm?"

Nathan stepped slowly toward the two of them.

His head tilted slightly upward—like some absurd hero standing between two monster races in heat.

"I…" he paused briefly, then glanced at Morvessa.

"If you want, I could… aim the spray your way later."

Morvessa shot up instantly.

Her wings flared open and flapped gently as she floated,

eyes sparkling like a baby chick seeing breadcrumbs for the first time.

"Really…?" she whispered.

Nathan nodded.

Validia just smiled, arms crossed.

"Well then… let's go."

Nathan and Morvessa exchanged a look.

Then they started walking toward the fields.

Validia followed behind, a thin layer of cold sweat forming.

'This… this is insane. Why did I talk like farming with sperm is completely normal…' she thought as she walked. Her full awareness had returned,

and she could no longer justify the presence of a cock being crucial to agriculture.

But then…

She remembered the time when she wasn't fully conscious.

"Nathan… you really cared about me back then," she thought, smiling faintly at the memory— of when she, in her giant form, sucked on Nathan's cock like a mother's nipple.

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They finally arrived.

Nathan's steps halted the moment his eyes took in the entire landscape ahead.

"…Whoa."

This wasn't a field.

This was a post-apocalyptic agricultural heaven.

The soil had been neatly tilled.

Irrigation trenches flowed clean, without a speck of mud.

The fences were made of dragon bones intertwined with living roots that wove elegantly like ancient sculptures.

And at each plot, small nameplates stood—each with a neatly drawn fruit logo, as if this were a luxury hentai-version supermarket.

Nathan was stunned.

This used to be a humble patch of land with just ten Prunus Vitalis trees—blue-hued fruit that once saved his life during an Eclipse.

And three Crystal Banafruit trees… the kind the Caramel Queen once devoured with her wild, dripping mouth.

Now?

The trees were organized in rows.

Each fruit type separated by leaf color and root shape.

Some kind of classification system had been implemented—something Nathan had never created, let alone understood.

He even spotted four new fruit icons—shapes he'd never seen before.

One looked like a spiky coconut.

Another resembled a watermelon but had a gaping hole in the center.

Nathan stood frozen.

"This… is insane," he muttered. "I've got skills, a title like Prompt Commander, can view farm project blueprints… but all of that feels…"

Numb.

Pointless.

"If all Monster Girls are this smart… then what am I even here for?"

He walked slowly toward the farmland.

Morvessa floated beside him, half-flying, half-hovering, her small hand occasionally brushing against his arm—like a silent request for attention.

"This isn't just a field… this looks like farmland in a developed country untouched by dictatorship," Nathan whispered, half-serious, half-jealous.

They both stopped at a small wooden fence.

On it, a logo was etched: 🍑 + 💧 + 🔥

Nathan had no idea what it meant.

But the scent wafting from within made his Private Blade twitch subtly.

He was about to ask—

But his mind drifted somewhere else.

"…Validia," he said, turning his head. "Where are Domina… and Livia?"

Validia, who had been walking behind them, suddenly stopped.

Nathan felt something shift.

The wind quieted.

The birds stopped chirping.

Only the grass made faint rustles as the breeze slid by.

Validia didn't answer right away.

She lowered her head a little.

"…I don't know," she said finally.

Nathan froze.

"What do you mean… 'you don't know'?"

Validia shrugged—but her expression was stiff.

"They said they were heading north… to collect wild seeds. That was a few minutes ago. They haven't come back yet."

Morvessa fell silent beside him.

Her wings drooped slightly.

Even her tail—usually swaying with a gentle flirt—had stopped completely.

Nathan stared at the ground.

A strange sensation crawled in his gut.

Domina. Livia.

The Rabbit Fighters he met on Day One in the Tower.

They bathed him. Pampered him.

Made him realize that—even as a degenerate—he could still appreciate women.

The ones who… once made him feel guilty after rubbing his hard rock cock on a bunny MILF's caramel skin.

"…I have to find them," Nathan muttered.

Validia looked at him. "After you fertilize the land."

Nathan stood still.

His Private Blade pulsed again.

I have to… talk to them. I have to… say I'm sorry, he thought.