CHAPTER 161: NO MORE SLIPPERY HOPE

Lilith chuckled softly.

Quiet, but piercing.

"You’re all too noisy," she murmured.

In front of her, five black spheres floated—

spinning slowly like lonely planets that had lost their orbit.

With a single snap of her fingers,

the five orbs merged—

fusing into the shape of a scythe.

Its form was thin,

as if forged from thick smoke and nightmares.

Lilith caressed the sharp edge of the scythe.

"It’s been a while since I used this..."

she whispered, almost like she was singing.

Nathan gulped.

His hand still instinctively covered his crotch,

even though by now, everyone knew—

no one wanted to touch it anymore.

It twitched slightly—more from shame than desire. Not even the wind cared enough to brush past it. The once-glorified shaft now looked like a forgotten relic from a perverted god. Soft. Dusty. Waiting for affection that would never come. Nathan’s balls sagged like they too had given up on purpose.

Domina stared at him.

That once-warm gaze was now cold.

Like a mother who just found her son jerking off with a plastic bag and reused lotion.

"Disgusting male... tch."

Nathan flinched.

He wanted to protest.

To explain.

To say:

"Weren’t you the one who played with my cock first?"

But his mouth wouldn’t move.

The pain wasn’t physical.

It hit that absurd part of the human body called... pride.

Livia, on the other hand, burst out laughing.

"Calm down, sis..." she said casually, tongue peeking out.

"...He already broke your hymen, ahahahaha!"

Her fingers sprouted sharp, glistening claws.

"I’ll cut off that meat... for our honor!"

She licked her own nails.

Her tongue dragged across the claws with the slow worship of a predator savoring bloodless flesh. Each lick shimmered with madness—like she missed the taste of rebellion. Her thighs flexed slightly, just enough to hint at soaked tension. Something primal in her wanted not sex—but sacred mutilation.

Her eyes gleamed like a stray cat that just realized she was in heat.

Nathan stepped back.

One foot at a time.

He didn’t know whether to run... or apologize naked.

But—

CLAP.

A single clap.

Validia.

A wave of green spread out like the voice of an ancient forest.

In an instant, the Monster Girls—except for her—were trapped in cage-like boxes.

Not made of iron,

but of green roots.

They struggled. The roots didn’t just bind—they read. They tightened slightly around thighs, ribs, breasts—testing pressure points like a sadist learning what triggers pain and memory. Morvessa shivered. Livia growled. Domina bit her lip—unsure if it was from rage... or nostalgia. The Tower didn’t just contain. It remembered their design.

But the roots seemed to know the weak points of their bodies—

binding without harming,

yet impossible to resist.

Validia walked slowly toward Nathan.

Her form looked ideal,

almost genetically designed to be an elite athlete—if she were human.

Then—

She kissed Nathan’s forehead.

Soft.

Warm.

Like the scent of leaves after the first rainfall.

Her breath carried the echo of something more ancient—like lust that had matured into reverence. And yet, the softness of her lips teased like an unfinished vow. Her chest rose slowly, the fabric grazing her nipples, hinting at pleasure not from desire, but from long-denied closure. A sacred ache.

"Thank you... little creature," she said.

"You loved the me that was once so fragile."

Nathan stood still.

Not knowing whether to respond as a man...

a child...

or a once-proud entity once hailed as the Almighty PP.

Lilith only nodded gently.

"That’s what Sanctifiant Giants do... they care."

Validia walked past Nathan, then stood directly in front of the Tower Manager.

Her eyes didn’t blink.

"Explain everything," she said flatly.

"I know who I am...

But why... why does the rest feel missing?"

Lilith smiled.

---

Meanwhile...

Lightning struck the 10th floor.

David was tearing through monsters one by one.

Blood had soaked into his boots.

His eyes were red.

His breathing—wild.

The four-legged monsters didn’t even have time to scream.

They just burst—

Exterminated like flies,

but with the intensity of a father mourning something he never had.

Behind a pile of rubble, Fiona peeked.

She had only come to look for crystal roots.

Maybe to craft some cute accessories.

Maybe sell them with names like

"Pretty But Sharp" or "Love Me, Stab Me."

But instead... she found this.

"Whoa... maniac," she whispered under her breath.

David froze.

His head turned sharply—like a beast catching the scent of prey.

Their eyes met.

Fiona reflexively ducked,

but her heart was pounding

like the drum of a death ritual.

Her chest trembled not from movement—but from something darker. She felt watched, dissected. David’s glare stripped more than clothes—it scraped her sense of self-worth like rust from a blade. Somewhere deep inside, a twisted corner of her body shivered... not from fear... but from the horror of recognition.

Why do I feel like I did something wrong? she thought.

Why are his eyes so empty... and yet full at the same time...

David didn’t attack.

But his gaze stuck to her.

As if silently screaming:

"Don’t look at me!"

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Back in the Tower.

Lilith stared at the Monster Girls still imprisoned.

She lifted her chin slightly.

"I will give you the wholeness you’ve been searching for," she said.

"Whether you’re ready or not... is no longer my concern."

She began to rise into the air—

slowly.

Her hair floated.

Her chest glowed.

Not in a vulgar way—

but in a painful way.

Like something being forced out of a body

that had hidden too many secrets for far too long.

"Will you break down?

Will you fall in love?

Will you kill Nathan?"

She closed her eyes.

"That... is no longer my responsibility."

Then she smirked.

"But I won’t hesitate to protect him—

My beloved son."

From Lilith’s chest—

five short, glowing arrows emerged.

They floated forward headed toward Validia and each of the imprisoned Monster Girls.

The arrows pulsed—short, thick, glowing like the final heartbeat of a dying climax. Each one dripped light slowly, like premonition disguised as pre-cum. They were neither weapons nor blessings, but invasive truths. Meant to penetrate not flesh, but memory. To seed new awareness in places that once begged to forget.