Nathan was starting to lose control—
And not in a bad way.
Quite the opposite.
He was starting to enjoy everything.
Validia's tongue, diving into his mouth like a level 99 RPG villain freshly escaped from a holy prison.
Velmora's coils, now lathered in even more soap, wrapped around his shaft like a temple-cleaning serpent blessed by ancient rituals.
And Morvessa—still calmly seated on his thigh, observing every movement with the expression of a biology teacher who just discovered a new species—annoyed, intrigued, and vaguely aroused.
This... this is too good, Nathan thought, his head leaning gently against Validia's body.
His left hand was still gripping the horn of the giantess—
But it was starting to tremble.
'Damn…' he muttered. '…I could… drown in this.'
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Meanwhile, far from the pervy arena inside the Tower, night had fallen outside.
The sky above the city was dark.
Quiet. Still.
And in a cramped room filled with K-pop tapes and empty instant noodle wrappers…
