Monster Harem In The Tower

Still inside the Tower.

Lilith's elegant fingers still held the phone.

Emily's gentle voice floated from the other end. "Then… thank you, Lilia. For taking care of Nathan."

Lilith parted her lips, ready to respond with a sweet little lie wrapped in sincerity—when suddenly—

[DING!]

A new notification flared to life in midair, glowing crimson.

Her pupils narrowed.

She turned—eyes locking onto a hovering system panel glowing like a divine omen that brought no blessing.

[Warning: Unstable Organic Mutation Detected]

User: Lilith designated as Responsible Entity

Location: Floor 100 – Agricultural Zone

Category: Unnatural Fluid Fusion

→ Status: [Imperfect Organism Growing on Fertile Soil]

Lilith blinked slowly, then—

"…Forgive me," she whispered into the phone. "There's… a monster attack nearby."

Lily gasped. "What?!"

Emily's voice instantly tensed. "Are—you're in danger?!"

Lilith's expression remained poised, but her fingers tensed ever so slightly.

"I'll call you again when everything's safe."

She ended the call.

But before she could move—another panel popped up.

[Active Responsibility: "Contamination Begins at Your Source"]

→ Explanation: Floor restoration using extra-dimensional matter caused Nathan's semen to fuse with leftover intimate fluid from Domina (Rabbit Fighters) during previous conflict.

→ Consequence: Imperfect mutation has begun to grow and develop.

→ Status: Lilith is required to eliminate the defective offspring before mutation enters birthing phase.

Lilith froze.

"…Me…?" her breath hitched. "But I was just… fixing the floor…"

[DING!]

The panel replied:

[Correct. However, your restoration was too perfect. All biological fluids within a 100-meter radius were also 'repaired' down to the DNA structure.]

Lilith scoffed. "Of course… this idiotic system equates 'floor repair' with pouring life water into monster porn juice…"

Without hesitation, she raised her hand—slashing the air open into a long black slit—and stepped into it.

—

—Floor 100. Agricultural Zone.

Damp wind blew softly.

Just as Nathan was about to throw a rock at a flower that had just stared at him and screaming "Paw... PAww..," a dimensional tear split open midair.

Lilith emerged from it, descending gracefully with a calm face and blazing murderous aura.

Her steps were light, but the ground beneath her bubbled.

"Nathan…" she said, voice flat yet dangerous.

Nathan turned—immediately pale.

"O-oh shit…"

Lilith stopped in front of him, eyes drifting to the flesh-petaled flowers writhing and babbling like post-orgasmic offspring.

Her eyelids lowered slowly.

"…You didn't mention your semen could grow a hellgarden." She teased—just a little.

Nathan pointed toward Validia. "It—It was her idea…"

"HEY!" Validia protested from the side.

Lilith took a deep breath… then spoke coldly:

"Nathan… I have to eliminate my first grandchild…"

Morvessa, who had been flying around drenched in semen, landed gently on Nathan's shoulder.

"Grandchild?" she blinked, shocked.

Nathan's cock twitched slightly. Validia, meanwhile, started feeling a bit sorry for the malformed entity that had just been born.

Lilith raised her hand.

A thick black substance began oozing from her palm like hell's own ink—viscous, fluid, and pulsing.

"I'll end you before you corrupt this ecosystem," she whispered flatly.

But her steps halted.

The creature—that lump of flesh with mismatched pink petals and veins bulging everywhere—moved slowly.

Its bloom appeared uneven.

From between the malformed petals, a mouth formed. And then—a voice.

"Pa… pa…"

The sound was small. Soft. Fractured.

Like a baby who didn't know how to speak yet, but somehow knew who to call.

Lilith froze.

Nathan, who had just started to rise to his feet, stood still as well.

"Papa?" he finally heard it clearly—what the deformed thing had just said.

The creature kept shuffling forward, slowly, its dangling meat shifting out of balance.

Arms like roots—legs like broken petals.

Validia, still nude and seated on the ground with her thighs apart, now slowly rose to her feet.

Her body trembled.

Her hand moved to her chest—pressing lightly, as if in confused prayer.

"…It's aware," she whispered. "I can… feel it."

Lilith glanced at Validia. Her eyes narrowed.

"So can I," she said coldly. "Its structure isn't stable yet, but… its consciousness is partially awake."

The creature stopped. Its eyes—if they could even be called that—gazed at Nathan.

Its mouth opened slowly, as if it wanted to cry… or laugh.

Lilith lowered her hand.

"This isn't just a biological defect… This is worse."

She inhaled slowly.

"This creature… it resembles a Monster Girl before the forbidden memories were unsealed. Its consciousness… is still fragmented."

Nathan opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The system said nothing. The world felt quiet. Too quiet.

Then, softly, with uncertainty in his voice—he asked:

His eyes looked at Lilith nervously, then at the creature.

"…So… is that… my kid?"

Lilith stood still.

Her hand was still raised—thick black liquid hung from her palm, pulsing faintly, awaiting her command.

But she didn't move.

The creature limped closer, its steps uneven, its voice faint like the breath of a newborn who hadn't yet learned how to cry.

"Pa… pa…"

Validia looked at it as if witnessing something that never should have been born… but also didn't deserve to be destroyed.

Lilith's gaze remained steady. But not on the monster—

She was staring inward.

'Why… am I hesitating?' she thought.

In the past, she wouldn't have thought twice.

Eliminate. Erase. Annihilate.

Anything aberrant—must be purged.

That was the divine law.

But now…

Now her heart felt heavy.

As if stabbed from the inside by emotions she wasn't supposed to have.

"…Is this… what He felt…" she whispered.

Nathan furrowed his brows. "Huh?"

Lilith didn't answer.

Her eyes dimmed—as if drowning in a past no one else could reach.

The One Who Made the Earth.

The first creator.

An entity older than heaven itself. Lonelier than time.

She used to think of Him as weak.

Why didn't He erase humanity when they began to stray?

When they killed, raped, destroyed, defiled everything given to them?

When they f**ked their own blood and called it love?

Why did He let broken things live?

Why didn't He punish them all?

Now, Lilith was beginning to understand.

This feeling…

It wasn't mercy.

It wasn't tenderness.

It wasn't love.

But—

"…Pain," she whispered, barely audible.

Her chest felt tight. Her throat dry. Her heartbeat erratic—

As if her body wanted to cry, but didn't know how.

"So this is why He let humans live," she said quietly.

Nathan looked at her, confused.

Validia lowered her head, as if afraid to hear the rest.

"Not because they were perfect… but because they could hurt someone's heart… even when they were broken."

Lilith slowly lowered her hand.

The black liquid dried—then evaporated.

The creature stopped before her. Still calling.

"Pa… Pa… Ma…"

Lilith stared at it.

Her eyes were red.

But not with rage.

"This creature…" she murmured.

"It… didn't choose to be born this way."

"No one chooses to be born broken…" Validia added softly.

Lilith knelt.

Not to accept.

Not to forgive.

But to feel.

And she hated herself for beginning to understand—

That any entity with awareness beyond instinct…

Was a being with feelings.

With thoughts that didn't run on autopilot.

And…

She was starting to feel a little too much like that description.

The air instantly changed.

Just as Lilith lowered her hand and the deformed creature looked at her with half-formed awareness, a new system panel appeared in the air—this time glowing bright red, radiating an aura like divine punishment.

[SYSTEM WARNING]

Action: Refusing to Eliminate Deformed Entity

Penalty: Lifespan Reduction -500 Years

→ Consequence: User will not survive the next Earth Cycle.

→ Reset Protocol will be activated.

Everyone went silent.

Even the flowers stopped writhing.

Nathan's face turned pale. "W-what the hell?!"

Validia held her breath. "Five hundred years…?!"

But Lilith…

She smiled.

A small smile. Calm. Not angry. Not afraid.

Not a smile of rebellion.

Not a smile of defiance.

But… acceptance.

"As I thought, but I believe this cycle Earth will win," she whispered.

Then she turned to the creature still trembling—still calling out, as if it somehow knew the world rejected it.

"…Come here," Lilith said gently.

The creature stepped forward slowly. One foot. Then the other.

Lilith raised her palm—not to kill, but to receive.

Black matter emerged from her fingers. This time not coiling with hatred, but flowing like a divine womb.

Gently enveloping the broken body. Not suppressing. But healing.

The deformed body began to change.

Mutated flesh petals softened. Veins rejoined. The foul fluids evaporated, replaced by a soft green glow.

A pair of small feet formed—smooth, light.

Then hands. Then body. A soft laugh echoed as green strands of hair grew from the head.

Long rabbit ears appeared, twitching playfully.

Her skin was smooth—blending the warm bronze of Domina with a faint pale hue from Nathan.

She stood. Unclothed, except for a dress of broad leaves clinging like a forest gown.

Her eyes shone like morning dew.

Then, with a bright and innocent voice, she shouted:

"Paaa—!!"

And she ran toward Nathan.

Her feet struck the damp ground with wild excitement. Her face full of joy. A smile stretching ear to ear.

But—

SLEP.

Her foot slipped.

The damned semen still wetting the ground became a trap.

The little girl flew through the air, spun once like a failed ballet dancer—

Lilith moved fast and caught her.

Lilith sighed.

Then—snap.

A flick of her fingers.

A soft hum of dark aura.

The little girl immediately fainted. Not violently, but like someone forced to take a nap mid-run.

Lilith reappeared in front of Nathan in an instant.

She turned to Nathan.

With a gaze… sharp. Cold. Like she had just spotted a criminal.

"…Hey," she said flatly.

"Nathan…"

Her eyes narrowed.

"…what kind of father…"

Her eyes dropped.

Right to Nathan's still-glossy penis, coated in sin.

"…shows something that filthy…"

Silence. Sharp. Deadly.

"…to his daughter?"