Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 168: I Loved Him Anyway

Velmora stood still.

The tip of her trident touched the cracked ground— but it didn’t move any further.

The transparent dome still quivered softly—

and inside it, Nathan was holding Validia,

who was asleep in a weird position,

like a baby dragon drained of energy.

Nathan had stood up too fast—Validia, still half-asleep, slid down his thigh like warm pudding, her cheek landing near the root of his dusty cock without protest.

Nathan glanced at her.

Ah... I stood up just like that, even though Validia was still lying on my lap.

he thought.

Validia slowly sat up.

She glanced at Nathan from behind.

Validia watched them through half-lidded eyes, her body still weak, her thoughts blurry.

But in that moment, with her cheek still remembering the warmth of his skin, she understood something.

Whatever this creature is...

Whatever world he comes from...

He held me like I mattered.

Not as a warrior. Not as a trophy.

But as someone worth holding.

And even if the chaos outside burned everything to ash,

she knew one thing would remain clear—

He loved me.

In his own, absurd, weird way... he truly did.

Velmora bit her lower lip.

Her breathing was unsteady,

and her eyes stayed fixed on Nathan—

who didn’t even realize

he was the epicenter of emotional disaster

for multiple monster girls.

Something inside her coiled—not like a snake, but like a human heart learning the shape of betrayal. His silence wasn’t cruel. It was worse. It was clueless. And nothing burned more than being ignored... when your whole body had screamed silently for attention.

"Am I... just a sex toy to you?"

she whispered.

Behind her,

Livia was still in Domina’s embrace.

Her body trembled—

but this time not from rage or shock—

but from grief

that had finally become real.

"If we were truly saved..."

Livia’s voice was soft,

"why did we have to go through all this?

Why couldn’t we just die...

with our people..."

Domina closed her eyes.

Her hand still stroked Livia’s back gently.

"I don’t know either, little sister..."

Domina knew pain. But this was different. The Tower didn’t crush bones—it crushed reasons. If survival meant forgetting everything, then what was left to live for? She held Livia tighter, not to comfort her, but to keep herself from dissolving into the same question.

The warmth between them didn’t feel like comfort. It felt like two bodies desperate not to forget their pain. A quiet hunger festered there—neither romantic, nor lustful, but something more desperate: the craving to be needed, even if it meant being broken together.

Lilith walked slowly between them.

Her footsteps made almost no sound

amidst the suffocating pressure of Floor 100.

"The answer," she said suddenly,

"is not because you’re weak."

They all turned to her.

Velmora looked away first.

"If not weakness.. then what?"

Velmora hissed.

Lilith looked at her,

smiling faintly.

"You were saved because your worlds no longer exist.

And someone...

a being above you all,

felt extreme pressure—

one that forced me to act and save you."

Lilith pointed to the ceiling of Floor 100—

now starting to tremble softly, as if something was about to descend.

"I, Your savior. Or your thief. Depending on how you look at it."

Nathan, still inside the dome, looked up.

"Huh, why does it look like—"

He didn’t get to finish the thought. The air warped. Not like magic—but like a scream building inside the bones of the world. It wasn’t just the ceiling. The entire floor felt... wrong. As if some divine nerve had been pinched, and now the Tower was twitching.

SRAAAAK.

The ceiling of Floor 100... began to crack.

Validia forced her eyes open.

Livia stared at the sky.

Velmora took a step back.

Lilith glanced at them all and whispered:

"As expected."

She sighed.

"Their alien energy is going to disrupt this entire floor."

---

REAL WORLD –

David sat on the floor,

leaning against the wall of his rented room,

sweat soaking the back of his shirt.

His phone lay beside him, still lit up, showing:

> Fiona is online.

"...Why did I even send a voice note,"

he muttered.

"And with that deep-ass voice...

I sound like a psychopath teaching someone how to breathe."

He rubbed his face,

then stared at his trembling fingers.

Not from exhaustion—

but because for the first time in his life,

he felt... dangerous.

"Maybe... I turned her off.

Or maybe...

she liked it?"

He looked up at the ceiling.

"...Shit.

This isn’t about breathing anymore.

It’s about dignity."

---

FIONA – APARTMENT BEDROOM, STILL slightly CRINGING

Fiona sat on her bed, still wrapped in her blanket—

but now upright.

Her face was flushed, cheeks red,

and her lips slightly parted from holding her breath too long.

"I... didn’t mean to..."

she whispered, staring at the screen.

> David is online.

Her hand moved to the chat.

She scrolled up,

looking at the message she accidentally sent:

> Just... breathe slowly again. Please.

She stared at it for a long time.

"Why... why does that sentence feel like

the most honest thing I’ve ever sent?"

Her fingers finally began to type,

even though it showed David was still typing too.

> Sorry. That wasn’t for you.

Right as she sent it—

TING!

A new message popped up from David:

> I know. But I kinda liked it.

Fiona covered her mouth.

Her heart rate— skyrocketed. Her thighs pressed together beneath the blanket, not because of lust—but because of confusion. Was that what attraction felt like? A threat to control? His voice still lingered in her ears, heavy, slow, almost predatory. But why... did that make her breathe harder?

---

David stared at his phone screen.

> I know. But I kinda liked it.

"...I replied way too fast just now."

Cold sweat rolled down his temple.

He hadn’t even realized his thumb had hit send

without consulting his brain.

It was like a reflex.

Or a curse.

"Shit. Why didn’t I think first?"

He got up, pacing like a soap opera character

who’d just lost a baby.

His abs were tight—

not from training,

but from sheer embarrassment.

"Did she read it fast?

Does she think I’m flirty?

Do I sound like... a thirsty guy trying to act cool?

DO I SOUND LIKE A DADDY-DADDY ANIME DUDE?!"

He stopped. Looked in the mirror.

His face... was red.

His eyes... panicked.

"...But why am I nervous?"

He sat back down.

Stared at his phone.

Online.

> Fiona is typing...

"Oh no... she’s typing back...

I’M NOT READY FOR THIS."

He locked the screen.

Then opened it again.

Then locked it again.

Screen on.

Still typing.

David clutched his chest.

His heartbeat... was absurd.

"...Is this love?"

Pause.

"...Or do I just need sleep."

A man who looked handsome and mysterious...

David the Hunter, highly respected in the Blue Fang guild.

He had lightning-fast combat reflexes.

But unfortunately...

his reflexes toward emotions had never been trained.

He could slay hundreds of monsters with ease— yet one message from a girl

shook the very core of his masculinity.

He wasn’t a loser.

He was simply... unfamiliar.

Unfamiliar with the feeling of being cared for.

Unfamiliar with a racing heartbeat—

one not triggered by battle.

He was just a man

who lived to be strong.

A man, who never had the chance

to turn his teenage years into a factory of cringey memories.

---

In the Dome at 100th floor.

Nathan stood there—naked, trembling, confused.

"ANSWER ME!"

Velmora shouted at him,

rushing toward the front of the dome.

Her sharp V-line twisted swiftly with her movement.

Her trident fell to the ground with a thud.

She began pounding on the dome.

"An... answer..."

Her shoulders shook,

like someone holding back laughter—

like she used to.

But what showed now...

wasn’t the bashful, shy snake girl.

It was the face of a woman

who felt her honor had been violated by a man.

"Wha... what?"

Nathan muttered.

He couldn’t hear her whisper clearly through the dome,

completely confused.

Validia blinked again. She saw Velmora—shaking, broken. She saw Nathan—naked, guilty, glowing. And yet, her chest felt... calm.

His butt—still caked in dust and bits of grass— was now fully visible between both cheeks.

The silence between them pulsed—raw, dense, and waiting to detonate. Velmora’s eyes shook, but her voice did not.

And then—

Velmora screamed:

"AM I JUST A SEX TOY?! HUH?!

DID YOU THINK I’M JUST A SNAKE YOU CAN USE TO MASTURBATE?!"

Her eyes glowed red.

Fangs bared.

Nathan stood frozen. Time stopped—not in the magical way, but in the ’you fucked up’ way. Nathan’s mouth hung open, not because of fear, but because no excuse existed.

His body betrayed him. Blood rushed to all the wrong places. The shame wasn’t from her words—but from how his instincts refused to align with morality. She was screaming. He was... aroused? A man stripped of dignity, trapped inside glass, where even guilt couldn’t hide the twitch beneath his skin.

Her words pierced through the dome, through logic, through every idiotic justification he hadn’t realized he’d been building since day one.

And just then—

the ceiling of Floor 100

began to glow.

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