Monster Harem In The Tower

Lilith's body still trembled faintly atop the soaked chair.

Her breathing was uneven—each exhale felt like the remnants of a curse not yet lifted. Clear liquid still dripped slowly between her thighs. Her hands were limp, sticky with the sin she had just etched alone.

Silence loomed, heavy like ash after fire.

Lilith sat, not as a goddess, not as a seductress—just a being made of wet skin and collapsing breath. No chants. No trembling walls. Only her heartbeat, slowed to a whisper. A slow fade after the storm. A moment that should've felt victorious, but only tasted hollow.

She looked at her fingers— slick, trembling.

This was not power.

Not holiness.

Just her.

And then—

"Beeeep... Beeeep…"

A sound echoed.

Not the whistle of the wind.

Nor the whispers of holy spirits.

But the sound of a modern object— forever able to shackle human focus. Nathan's phone was ringing. The device was fully charged; Lilith had recharged it in ways that defied proper description.

Lilith opened her eyes slowly, picking up the phone she'd placed on a red cushion like a luxury watch put on display.

The name appeared. One word. 'Mom.'

She cleared her throat gently. Then wiped her fingers with a black napkin she summoned with a snap.

"I must behave politely... before my role model…" she murmured, like casting a spell.

Lilith answered the call.

She quickly adjusted her dress, held her breath, and put on a face of— well, someone who was also trapped inside the Tower.

"Hello…" Lilith spoke sweetly, a faint smile on the face that had just peeled off an orgasm alone.

"At last, we're connected again…" said Emily with a joyful smile. She was sitting in the living room, the call on loudspeaker. Beside her was Lily, who also looked happy to hear the connection go through.

"Ah… um, if… if you're looking for Nathan, he's… he's out hunting for food…" Lilith replied, her voice calm and feigning affection.

Emily chuckled softly. A sincere laugh— like a spring in the middle of a graveyard.

"I'm relieved… he's still alive…"

Lilith fell silent for a moment. Her heart beat with a strange throb.

"Ahh… yes, he's alive. He's also been helping me a lot…"

Emily's voice trembled, but remained warm.

"I hope you both can find a way home soon. Y–your family must be worried about you too, right? If you want me to tell them something, just say it... I'm sure they'd be happy to know you're still alive…"

Lilith paused, then smiled faintly. 'Family?' she thought. 'My family...' She could only hold back tears, realizing she was nothing more than a sophisticated being without a real family. The only one she could ever consider true family was The One Who Made the Earth— the entity that created her and sacrificed itself for the planet.

"Hello?" Emily's voice came through again.

"I…"

Lilith's voice came out softly.

There was a pause. Her breath trembled.

"I've always lived alone…"

She lowered her head slightly, as if the words weighed too much to come out easily.

"I... I'm sorry," said Emily gently.

"It's alright…" Lilith replied. "Thank you… for your kindness."

Lilith didn't move for a while.

The phone felt heavier than it should—like the voice inside had soaked into her bones.

She had heard a thousand moans. Caused countless cries.

But none of them stayed like this one.

A voice that wasn't trying to tempt her.

Wasn't trying to beg or praise.

Just… kind.

And that was far more dangerous than any ponzi scheme with multi-level marketing style promotion.

Her left hand still gripped the phone tightly, while her right— just moments ago slick with divine pleasure— now lay limp beside her thigh.

Then—

"Heeeey! I wanna talk too!"

That voice.

She knew this voice.

Not because it was ever spoken to her. But because it had lingered—in corners of dreams not hers, in warmth that wasn't hers, in laughter that never belonged to her.

It wasn't just memory.

It was something deeper.

Something inherited.

Something stolen.

She had consumed Nathan's past. But some pieces refused to digest. They stayed there—whole, like scars that wouldn't scab over.

And this voice?

It was the brightest shard.

Clear. Bright. Cheerful.

It burst through suddenly, like lightning slicing through fog.

Lilith froze. Her eyes widened slightly.

That voice—it came from a memory.

A soul-memory of Nathan.

The one she had devoured.

The one that showed her Nathan was never truly a man—but just a little boy, desperately out of ways not to give up.

"What's your name?" the voice asked eagerly.

"Are you with my big brother?"

Lilith didn't answer immediately.

But slowly, her lips curved into a smile.

A smile that was… warm. Not fake. Not seductive. But the kind of smile someone makes when they hear a voice of hope from a place long forgotten.

Lily.

Nathan's little sister.

The only part of that soul-memory that shone brightly amidst the heap of wasted promises.

Nathan had always made grand vows.

To become stronger.

To come home.

To make them proud.

But all of it turned to dust, collapsed into rotting piles of broken hopes.

But Lily…

In those memories, Lily never asked for grand things.

She only wanted one thing:

That her brother wouldn't become a loser.

Lilith closed her eyes for a moment, holding back the gentle tremor in her chest.

"I…"

The voice came out softly.

Then paused.

And then—with a gentleness that didn't sound rehearsed:

"…I'm Lilia."

She smiled, unknowingly.

And from the other end of the call, Lily's voice lit up instantly:

"Lilia? Sis Lilia? Is my brother not being a bother to you?"

Lilith now smiled faintly, feeling a strange euphoria rise from the sincerity in that voice.

—Floor 40.

Somewhere else…

Far from warmth.

Far from forgiveness.

Anger bloomed like a flower made of blades.

It didn't cry.

It didn't kneel.

It didn't wish for comfort.

It struck.

And struck again.

And again—until the world bled in sync with the pulse inside its fists.

Not all memories soften.

Some sharpen.

And one woman was sharpening hers right now—

The sound of bones cracking echoed sharply, followed by a splash of purple blood spraying across the crystal wall.

One creature—two meters tall, like a bony amoeba—was hurled backward. A hole blasted through its chest. One punch. Instant obliteration.

SOPHIA stood in the middle of the monster's blood puddle. Her breathing was fast, but steady. Her right hand was still clenched, trembling—not from fear. But from the aftershock of her skill.

Punch Synergy – [Emotion Compression: Overflow].

The stronger her emotions, the more brutal her blows.

And today… her mind was a complete mess.

"+40 Exp."

A notification popped up in the corner of her vision.

Sophia exhaled, then cracked her neck side to side—CRACK. CRACK.

Her muscles stretched, then relaxed. Monster blood still dripped from her arm.

She looked up—at the pale sky of Floor 40, made of static clouds and artificial light.

Her thoughts started drifting again.

To Nathan.

Goddamn it. Why... every time I punch a monster, his stupid face flashes in my mind?

Why is it, whenever my adrenaline spikes, it's that dumbass's voice I hears?

I hope, I can go back in time... And said that stupid shit clearly! She thought.

"I liked you, idiot."

It wasn't romantic.

It wasn't sweet.

It was something raw—violent in how much it ached.

A single sentence that had lived rent-free in her lungs, gasping to escape.

It never got to bloom.

Now it poisoned everything else.

If she had said it before…

Would things be different?

Would he still be silly worker who's always catching her attention and never got summoned because of a bug?

Would she be… enough?

Would they have sex raw or with condom?

But regret didn't take questions.

It only gave weights.

And hers were all chained to that idiot boy's name.

But what did she do back then?

Act all mean for no reason.

Pretend to not care.

Get all bitchy whenever Nathan talked to another girl.

Even though she was the one who caught feelings first.

Sophia clenched her fists again.

Regret, anger, shame, longing— everything was compressed into her knuckles.

Every second without finding Nathan, every day not knowing if he was dead or alive... just added more fuel to the fire raging in her chest.

"...Idiot," she muttered to herself. "Why couldn't I just be honest back then…"

The artificial wind blew gently across Floor 40.

Sophia looked up.

Her eyes— half-lidded, half-red.

She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

"I've been slaughtering monsters since Floor 10, huh?" she murmured.

"I've come this far…"

But the only reason she could keep moving forward, keep punching, keep killing—

Wasn't because she wanted to become an SSS-Rank hunter.

It was because, somewhere in this damn Tower…

She still believed Nathan was alive.

She exhaled sharply, eyes blazing.

"I won't repeat the same mistake again…" she whispered, steadying her breath.