Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 169: Dusty Furniture in a Lovely Museum

The sky above them... disappeared.

Not shattered. Not broken.

But erased—

like a good intention mocked by the universe.

Nathan looked up.

What used to be the sky... was now the ground.

Flat. Smooth. Hanging upside down

with the texture of an old man’s sole.

The distant forest shrank into a rotten silhouette,

slowly dissolving—

like the leftover dust of a bad dream.

"What... is happening?"

The words left Nathan’s mouth—

but the echo was swallowed,

as if even sound was being rejected in this place.

The dome around him began to shake.

Not from impact—

but from shame.

Its structure trembled

like a person realizing they had witnessed far too much.

Validia, still sitting weakly,

gazed at the inverted sky.

She said nothing.

But her eyes were calm.

As if she understood—

this floor was no longer ground,

but a final stage

for lies that had lived too long.

Nathan turned around.

One foot stepped on a black fissure—

which slowly spread.

But the ground didn’t crack downward—

it rose upward.

As if the world was coughing,

and they were all phlegm about to be spat out.

Outside the dome,

Velmora looked up.

The veins in her neck stood taut,

her lips trembling,

but no sound came out.

Her tears didn’t fall.

Because even gravity here

was debating whether it still wanted to work.

And amidst all that absurdity—

a new voice emerged.

Not from Lilith.

Not from the system.

But from the air itself.

Flat. Neutral. Hollow.

[Artificial Floor cannot handle more unstable energy. Floor 100 will shut down in 59... 58...]

Lilith looked up.

For the first time—

her face showed no smile.

She slowly opened her hand.

And in her palm...

appeared a small object shaped like a shell.

The shell... was breathing.

"Good thing I saved this unique material,"

she said, dropping the shell onto the ground—

which was now shifting into something unfamiliar.

The pulsating shell glowed— then vanished.

As the shell began to pulse, Nathan’s eyes widened—not from awe, but because it somehow synchronized with the pulsing of his own shame. The rhythm between ancient tech and useless boner became a quiet duet of irrelevance. Magic activated. And so did he. For no noble reason. Just frictionless timing.

And slowly, the scenery returned.

[Energy on artificial floor has been stabilized.]

A robotic notification appeared before Lilith’s face. But Lilith only nodded, thinking:

This system’s awareness... only hides itself when I’m facing My son and daughters.

Floor 100 no longer trembled.

Warm sunlight returned—

wrapping the space

like a hug that didn’t know where to begin.

The Monster Girls stood still.

They didn’t ask each other questions.

Because now,

they all knew the answer.

Validia held a strand of her hair,

looking at it as if it were an heirloom.

Domina stood with eyes closed,

her lips softly whispering

in a language even the system couldn’t read.

Livia... smiled.

For the first time,

a smile not twisted by chaos.

"As long as you’re my sister," she said gently,

"I won’t ever want to die."

Velmora walked slowly toward the dome,

which had now opened. She moved with an elegance only someone born to coil could possess. Each step made her hips sway slightly off-sync with her breath, a hypnotic error only visible to guilty men.

Nathan saw it, of course. His eyes cursed himself with clarity. So did his lower half. Traitorous, dust-covered thing.

She said nothing—

but touched Nathan’s shoulder.

Not to hit him.

Not in anger.

Just...

a touch of existence.

But her hand paused—

as the sound of wings flapping echoed behind her,

carried by a sudden gust of wind.

The scent in the air had changed. Subtle. Musky. A combination of system-dispersed floral code and dried adrenaline. Nathan, still naked, inhaled it deeply, against his will. It didn’t help. It never did. Especially not when emotions and bodies were so tightly packed—yet none of them were his to touch.

Morvessa emerged from the shadows,

her steps calm,

her eyes wet.

She approached Lilith.

"I... I’m sorry," Morvessa whispered,

walking like a starving bird

who just spotted a worm

in the middle of a desert.

Lilith didn’t answer with words.

She opened her arms,

knelt down,

and pulled Morvessa into her embrace.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart."

Her voice didn’t sound like an AI,

or a Tower Manager.

It sounded like a human—

someone who had broken,

and then learned how to love.

Morvessa began to sob.

Her shoulders shook.

Tears fell,

inelegantly.

"When you saved me from the bats...

the ones that shattered the beauty of my sky...

you felt so cold."

Lilith stroked her head.

She sighed softly.

The black material covering her hands

crumbled into dust.

"I know."

And at last,

the warmth of Milky Mommy’s palm

gently touched the pale-haired girl.

"I’m not the same woman anymore."

She looked around,

meeting the eyes of every Monster Girl standing there—

watching,

silent.

The Monster Girls stood like statues softened by memory, yet their curves—their bodies—remained painfully alive. Breasts barely restrained by torn fabric. Legs flexed from emotion, not battle. Nathan gulped. His nakedness felt more naked among beings who had transcended lust, while he remained stuck... visibly marked by it.

"I want to become... a mother."

she said, with unwavering conviction.

Lilith remained kneeling.

Her embrace still held Morvessa,

who had now begun to calm.

Her cries had turned into soft sobs.

Her shoulders still rose and fell—

but not like before.

This time...

because she had finally found a place

where she was allowed to fall.

Slowly, other footsteps began to sound.

Validia approached first,

walking past Nathan—

who could only watch her move away.

When she arrived,

she placed a hand on Morvessa’s arm,

then moved it gently to Lilith’s back.

No words.

No hesitation.

Then came Livia.

She didn’t laugh.

Didn’t tease.

She simply stood beside them—

as if waiting for a turn to be held,

but not knowing how to ask.

Domina walked slowly.

Her eyes were sharp as always—

but now,

that sharpness looked like cracked glass.

Not from rage,

but from holding back far too much.

Velmora gave Nathan a glance—

as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end,

she simply took a breath—

and moved like a serpent

finally slithering into the nest she had always longed for.

One by one,

they gathered around Lilith.

Touching.

Bowing.

Like wildflowers

finally finding a sun

that could touch them

without uprooting them.

Lilith opened her arms wider.

She said nothing.

But everyone knew—

This was not just a hug.

This was recognition.

That they had existed.

That they were worthy of being held.

That they were not just monsters

meant to be killed for EXP and Tower Points—

but unique beings

who had survived annihilation.

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Meanwhile...

Nathan still stood.

Alone.

Naked.

His dusty cock

swaying gently

in a random system breeze

from a direction unknown.

It wasn’t fully hard. That would’ve made things simple. But it wasn’t soft either. That was the curse. A half-mast of confusion. Just enough to bounce when he breathed, but not enough to earn purpose. There it hung—caught between rejection, biology, and the undeniable heat of mature women.

A tiny digital leaf, likely part of some failed background texture, floated down from the fake sky and landed gently on his left testicle. Nathan flinched. Then sneezed. And somehow—this caused his hips to jolt forward slightly, making his shaft do a useless, one-man applause for no one.

He raised one hand, hesitant. As Nathan raised his hand with solemn grace, a small pebble—seemingly spawned by a sadistic dev team—slipped under his foot. His body jolted awkwardly, hand still in the air, one leg wobbling like a malfunctioning NPC. He managed to stay upright... but not without flapping both arms like an anxious pigeon.

"...I..."

His breath was heavy.

"...I’m... here too... right?"

No one answered.

Not because they didn’t care—

but because, for the first time in the history of Floor 100,

every woman was too busy hugging each other.

Nathan looked down.

The dust on the tip of his shaft trembled.

Maybe from the wind.

Maybe from shame.

His mind felt hazy—

the emotional drama unfolding without any cock involvement was deeply confusing.

No friction.

No skin contact stimulation.

Just tears.

Just women.

Just affection shared between absurdly unique women.

His foot stepped on a smooth, soap-like crystal shard left from the scenery reset. He slipped—just a little. Not enough to fall, but enough to make his balls swing like bells in a temple. He hissed through his teeth. No one saw it. But God... it hurt like lore.

Women who had found love from their savior— not from the dusty, dangle-proud,

white-fluid-launching phallus that now swayed in irrelevant silence.

His dick now resembled an outdated piece of furniture in a forgotten museum—dusty, unclaimed, and somehow always in the way. Not majestic like a statue. Not useful like a stool. Just... there. Too awkward to display, too sentimental to throw out. A relic of manhood no one submitted paperwork for.

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