Nathan clicked his tongue, pushing Domina's hand away.
"I want to be alone," he muttered.
Domina's gaze lingered on him, warm and knowing—like a mother watching her son struggle through adolescence. She didn't argue.
Instead, she stepped back, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
"If you get scared…" she said, turning away. "Just call for Mommy."
Nathan froze, his face twisting. "The hell—"
But Dominawas already gone, her laughter echoing in the distance.
Silence settled in.
Nathan clenched his fists, staring at the dark cave ahead. His breathing was still uneven. His body ached.
He exhaled sharply.
"…Tch."
A familiar pulse of light flickered in front of him.
[Tower Manager]
Pfft. Dude. You already got yourself a sugar mommy? That was fast.
Nathan's brow twitched. "Shut up."
[Tower Manager]
Hey, I'm just saying. She literally told you to call her Mommy. That's some next-level sponsorship.
Nathan exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to ignore the taunting text. He didn't have time for this.
He straightened up, shaking off the lingering irritation. "Whatever. I can't waste time."
His gaze sharpened. "Tell me something, Tower Manager. Why did this Tower appear?"
For the first time, there was a pause. The floating text remained still, as if hesitant. Then—
[Tower Manager]
Can't tell you that.
Nathan frowned. "Why not?"
[Tower Manager]
Because you're not ready for the answer.
His fingers curled into a fist. Another cryptic response. Typical.
"…Fine." He exhaled. "Then at least tell me this—who are you?"
This time, the reply came instantly.
[Tower Manager]
A woman.
Nathan blinked. That was it?
"Seriously?"
[Tower Manager]
What? You expecting some grand revelation? Sorry to disappoint, buddy.
Nathan sighed, rubbing his temple. "You're annoying."
[Tower Manager]
And yet, you keep talking to me.
Nathan crossed his arms, his irritation subsiding into curiosity.
"So, are you always going to be watching me?"
[Tower Manager]
Pfft. As if I have time for that.
Nathan raised an eyebrow. "You don't?"
[Tower Manager]
Nope. I've got a ton of work to do. You think managing a Tower is easy? There are rules, maintenance, new Hunters to register… It's a full-time job.
Nathan narrowed his eyes. "Then why are you even talking to me?"
[Tower Manager]
Because you're a mistake. Gotta make sure you don't die too quickly. But now that you've got your feet wet…
Another pause. Then—
[Tower Manager]
I'll be leaving for a bit.
Nathan stiffened. "Leaving?"
[Tower Manager]
Yeah. I won't be around to chat for a while. Don't worry, I'll check in eventually.
Nathan clicked his tongue. This was sudden. "And what if I need something?"
[Tower Manager]
Figure it out. You're not a baby bird.
Nathan exhaled sharply. Of course.
[Tower Manager]
Anyway—gotta go. Try not to die while I'm gone.
The floating text flickered—then disappeared.
Silence.
Nathan stood there, staring at the empty space where the Tower Manager's words had been.
Nathan stepped back into the cave, his body still aching from the earlier fight. The dim glow of the Tower's night barely illuminated the interior, but his eyes quickly adjusted.
The two rabbit girls were curled up together, their soft ears twitching slightly as they slept. Their breathing was slow, rhythmic. Peaceful.
But that wasn't what caught his attention.
The way their bodies pressed together, the curves of their figures barely hidden under the thin fabric of their clothes—it was almost unfair.
Nathan swallowed.
Damn it.
Even after getting his ass kicked, even after nearly dying, his body still reacted the moment he saw them like this.
Their soft, plush thighs, their gentle, rising chests…
His fingers twitched.
No.
He had to focus.
He forced himself to look away, dragging a hand down his face.
This wasn't the time. He needed rest. Recovery. Strength.
But as he sat down, trying to clear his head, the sight of their sleeping forms lingered in his mind.
Too damn sexy.
Nathan let out a long exhale, rubbing his temples. His body was sore, his mind exhausted, but one thing was clear—if he wanted to sleep properly, he needed to do that first.
The sacred ritual.
The release of holy liquid.
As a man, he understood this fundamental truth. If he ignored it, his body would be restless, his mind clouded with impure thoughts. And considering the distractions in the cave… there was no way he could sleep peacefully otherwise.
His eyes flicked toward the sleeping rabbit girls. Their soft breathing, their barely covered bodies—it was a dangerous temptation.
Nathan was completely immersed in his ritual, his breathing uneven as he tried to finish quickly. The cold night air barely registered—his mind was elsewhere.
Then—
Soft arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind.
His entire body froze.
A warm breath tickled his ear.
"Nathan~ What are you doing?"
His soul nearly left his body.
Nathan's head snapped to the side, his face paling.
Domina.
The rabbit MILF hugged him from behind, her soft body pressing against his back, her warmth seeping through his clothes. Her large ears twitched curiously.
Panic surged through him.
"I-I'm… peeing!" he blurted out.
Dominatilted her head, blinking. Then, her eyes trailed downward—toward his hand.
"Oh?"
Silence.
Then, in the most innocent voice imaginable—
"Does it have to be shaken like that?"
Nathan choked. His brain short-circuited.
Desperation kicked in. "I-It's not coming out properly, so I have to, uh… shake it."
Domina's ears twitched again. She nodded in understanding.
Then, with absolute sincerity—
"Oh, I see. In that case… let me help you."
Nathan's entire body locked up. His breath hitched. His brain refused to process what was happening.
Did she just—
Before he could react, Dominagently removed his hand from his 'sacred sword', her fingers brushing against his skin.
His mind screamed at him to move, to say something, anything, but his body wouldn't respond.
Then—
She touched it.
A soft, warm hand wrapped around him, her grip delicate yet firm.
A shiver ran down Nathan's spine. His knees nearly buckled.
Dominatilted her head, her expression pure curiosity. "Like this?" she asked, her voice as innocent as ever.