CHAPTER 158: ALL HER HOLES LEAKED BLACK

Slowly, she ascended toward the sky of the 100th floor, her milk-white skin once again adorned with a beautiful garment.

But this time, the cloth was pure white.

Crack...

Lilith’s back slightly protruded at the shoulder blades, her pale hands hugging herself.

Crack...

A pair of black wings emerged.

Lilith released her self-embrace—her milky breasts jiggled softly for a moment, then settled again. The way her breasts swayed wasn’t erotic. It was too smooth—like time inside her body flowed differently. Each bounce felt measured, calculated, like a predator testing gravity. It wasn’t sensual. It was sacredly disturbing. Something primal stirred inside the Monster Girls—and not even they knew if it was lust or fear.

She slowly descended toward Nathan, whose cock was still dusty and surrounded by the Monster Girls..

Her descent was slow, too slow—like a goddess unsure if she should return to mortals. The white cloth clung to her curves like loyal regrets, and for a brief second, her nipples peaked through the fabric like signals—soft, round, and blinking like warnings from a collapsing satellite of maternal guilt.

All eyes were on the Milky Mommy who had just descended from the sky.

Their stares weren’t just of awe. They widened, dilated, darkened—hungry but confused. It wasn’t attraction—it was familiarity. Like their bodies remembered her before their minds did. Their nipples stiffened under their torn cloth, twitching with a memory of being fed, being held... being programmed for affection they never asked for.

The Tower fell into silence as her feet touched the ground.

A gentle breeze drifted by.

The Monster Girls’ eyes were locked onto the Tower Manager.

Deum...

Their heads felt like they were about to explode.

The moment their minds broke, their bodies followed. Legs clenched. Backs arched. Domina’s thighs shook like she was climaxing through pain. Sweat trickled between her breasts, gathering not from heat—but panic. As if her own flesh was rejecting the loop she’d been trapped in... or the truth she was about to birth.

"Aghhhh..."

Domina squirmed while clutching her head, fingers gripping her white hair.

Livia followed with a scream, doing the same as Domina.

Morvessa stood frozen, a sharp pain in her chest.

"A... eughh... Eughh... Hwak..."

She vomited a strange black liquid— As the black fluid dripped from her lips, her tongue twitched—shivering like it remembered another taste. Her inner thighs trembled too, pulsing against each other as if denying some ghostly stimulation. Morvessa’s feathers rose slightly, not from shame... but from something that made her look both violated and divinely chosen.

It formed into a sphere and floated toward the Tower Manager.

Velmora was trembling.

Velmora’s tail tightened around her own waist, like she was hugging herself from the inside. Her slit—hidden beneath her coils—glistened unnaturally. Not from arousal, but from fear-sweat and memory. Something inside her... remembered birth. Or rebirth. Or being rewritten. Her trembling wasn’t just cold—it was the sound of code breaking.

She didn’t scream— But her eyes turned pitch black. Then, that blackness began to ooze out like liquid, forming a sphere that floated silently toward the Tower Manager.

Validia clutched her head.

A soft moan slipped from her lips—confused, unwilling. Her horns vibrated faintly. Between her legs, a single drop of something warm escaped. Not cum. Not blood. Something else. A data residue? A dying loop? It rolled down her thigh like a trace of someone else’s memory. Validia whimpered. Her body remembered too much.

Nathan looked at her in shock— From the tip of her horn, a black orb emerged, drifting through the air Toward the Tower Manager.

Meanwhile, Domina and Livia were still screaming uncontrollably, struggling to endure the pain surging through them.

Nathan stood frozen, completely lost on what to do.

Nathan stood there—naked, skin still coated in sawdust, and his cock... still halfway hard, absurdly twitching under the weight of a moment that didn’t deserve arousal. He didn’t know where to hide it, where to run, or even where to look. His breath shook.

The girls he knew—bathed with, joked with—were screaming, breaking, leaking black code and ancient residue and he was just standing there with his dick out. "What the fuck is happening...?" he whispered to no one. His body didn’t feel like his own anymore. His cock certainly didn’t. Everything about this felt like a dream laced with dread.

Then— The Tower Manager reached out her hand.

Nathan took a shaky step back, the dry crunch of leaves underfoot far too loud. His dick bobbed slightly as he moved—mocking him. "Why am I still hard...?" he muttered, horrified. It wasn’t lust—it was leftover blood, confused nerves. He clenched his fists. "Domina... Livia..." Their screams made his bones cold. "Please—stop screaming like that," he mumbled, but his voice was too small. Too useless. He was the one who’d introduced chaos. Or maybe he was always the chaos. The Tower no longer felt alive—it felt aware. It was watching him. Judging him. And he wasn’t ready for whatever came next.

Domina and Livia fell to their knees.

Jagged black lines—like loose threads from a torn seam—spilled from their foreheads.

The black threads didn’t just float. They twisted around their necks first—coiling like lovers refusing to let go. Domina gasped as one brushed her lips, a black string that pulsed with mother-code.

These threads twisted and converged into dark spheres And those too floated toward the Tower Manager.

Nathan trembling, he turned his body toward all monster girl, he take a step to moving away from them, I feel dangers. He walked toward Tower Manager without shame.

His cock rested limply now against his thigh, the dust still clinging to it like punishment. "What did I just do...?" he whispered.

His breath quickened, his face pale. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be important. "I just got summoned because of a bug," he muttered, shaking. Around him, reality unraveled in black threads and godlight. And yet—no one blamed him. No one screamed his name in anger. That made it worse. He didn’t deserve silence. He deserved to vanish.

Suddenly, A [Ding!] sounds pop up five times. Nathan looked back toward monster girls.

"What the..."