Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 164: Dusty Chronicles: Memory Arc
Chapter 164: Dusty Chronicles: Memory Arc
Lilith shot forward like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, her body appeared right in front of Nathan and Validia—
no sound, no shockwave, only a strange pressure
that made Nathan’s testicles shrink by a fraction of a millimeter.
"Eh?"
Nathan instinctively stepped back,
but Validia was still clinging to his stomach.
"W-Woah, did you just teleport?"
He hadn’t even caught his breath
when Lilith’s hand reached out.
With a single graceful motion—
more a caress than an attack—
Lilith placed her palm gently on Validia’s head.
Immediately, Validia’s body relaxed.
Her grip loosened.
Her embrace softened and slowly slid downward.
Her fingers brushed against his shaft like a regretful apology—warm, confused, and slightly curious. The dusty skin twitched under her knuckles, like it was unsure whether to be offended or flattered. Nathan winced, unsure if he was being violated or forgiven by an unconscious woman who just wanted a hug.
She collapsed,
her left hand trying to stay strong...
but in her fading consciousness,
it only ended up grinding against Nathan’s still-erect, dusty cock.
Pop... fuh...
That cock bobbed slightly,
a puff of dust dancing on it like glitter party.
The air shimmered for a second—like even the atmosphere didn’t know how to respond. That cock had been through sermons, saliva, and spiritual awakenings... but somehow, Validia’s collapsing hand still made it feel seen. Revered. Like a forgotten saint touched accidentally during prayer.
"Valid..!" Nathan panicked.
"She passed out?! What the hell did you—?!"
Lilith just smiled.
"Shh... not yet, my son."
Nathan raised an eyebrow.
"My what?"
"Until the brains of these beautiful monsters finish digesting all the memories they once begged to forget..."
Lilith murmured, eyes gazing toward the sky.
"Forget?" Nathan frowned.
"You mean... they—"
"Hmm~"
Lilith cut him off with a finger snap.
BLUUNG—
A pale blue transparent dome descended from the sky.
It enclosed Nathan and Validia completely,
like a scoop of vanilla ice cream getting domed at an overpriced dessert bar.
"Oi! Don’t trap me in here!"
Nathan banged on the energy wall.
But no response came.
Lilith slowly turned away,
not looking back at him.
Only her soft voice lingered.
"They are not remembering... They’re swallowing... trauma."
---
Meanwhile—on a floor far below the madness of Floor 100.
David was smiling to himself.
Stupidly.
Weakly.
Confusingly.
Fiona, standing beside him, panicked inwardly.
Don’t tell me... he’s a creep?!
Oh no—was he staring at me this whole time?!
But then her eyes drifted to the badge on David’s chest.
An iconic symbol—
A pair of crossed hammers between two blue fangs.
"...Blue Fang?"
David turned. "Huh?"
"You’re a member of the Blue Fang Guild?" Fiona repeated.
Her voice wavered between awe and confusion.
David immediately nodded.
"Yeah. I joined when I was sixteen. Got accepted directly by Master Ulrich."
Fiona’s eyes widened. "Wow..."
David felt warmth in his chest.
Not from the air—
but from recognition.
And so, he started talking.
"Back then, I was the fastest to finish the stamina test.
During the raid on Floor 7, I soloed 11 monsters at once.
Remember the training camp on Floor 4? I ranked first two years in a row."
Fiona nodded along, even though she only half-understood.
David continued.
"I was also invited once to assist in tactical evaluation—"
Suddenly, he stopped.
His brain flashed a horrifying image:
A romcom manhwa antagonist.
The type who always brags about achievements...
and gets hated by the readers.
"...Shit," he muttered softly.
A wave of embarrassment hit him.
He suddenly wanted to slam his head into a wall.
---
Floor 100.
The chaos wasn’t over.
Domina and Livia were still locked in a brutal fight with Lilith.
But suddenly—a pulse in the air vibrated.
"Bird woman!" Livia shouted as a dark aura swept across the field like fog.
Morvessa stepped forward. Slowly.
Her face blank. But her mouth opened.
What came out wasn’t a scream—
it was an ultrasonic wave.
Smooth, piercing, biting.
It shredded the air like a violin string being pulled with a blade.
Lilith turned, then clapped her hands toward the sound.
WUUUNG—KRAAK!
Two invisible forces collided mid-air.
The ground beneath them cracked.
Trees toppled.
And—
"MY FAAAARM!!" Nathan shouted from inside the blue dome.
The tiny garden he had just started caring for—destroyed.
The crystal banafruit, the sapoa trees,
even the logs Velmora had drilled for the automatic tofu washer
were all flung into the sky.
The heat around his groin wasn’t from lust—it was from narrative injustice. His cock twitched like a prisoner watching his village burn. Dust slid down the shaft slowly, mixing with Validia’s tears like sacramental lube. He didn’t even want to move. His erection felt sacred.
Nathan stood there, stunned.
Validia still lay on the ground beside him.
Her hand touched his shaft, now starting to twitch again.
She brushed off bits of splintered wood,
then sat up beside Nathan,
watching the epic battle unfolding before them.
"This is too insane even for an SSS-Rank Hunter," he muttered.
---
Velmora stayed still.
She remained at the edge, unmoving.
Her trident—once broken—trembled softly.
Then—
TRANG—
The trident reformed.
Not only that—its shape shifted.
The shaft extended, and suddenly...
It was no longer a trident.
It was a bow.
Velmora raised it.
There was no arrow.
But she still pulled the string.
"Now the crowned snake wants to join the fight too? Tsk..."
Livia muttered mid-air, glancing briefly at her.
But then—
SSHHHHH—
The wind began to spiral.
Ashen wind, curling like an old serpent baptized in the river of sin.
That wind... formed the arrow.
The bow in Velmora’s hand pulsed with snake-like grace. Her chest rose, barely clothed, trembling like a breathless hymn. Each inhale jiggled what was left of her dignity. When she drew the string, her entire body leaned forward— hips tilted, thighs taut. Even the wind hesitated to moan.
An arrow with no sound.
An arrow that felt like a damaged memory,
longing to pierce the place it once belonged.
Without warning,
Velmora loosed the shot.
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