[Instruction Panel Deployed]
Two glowing panels appeared instantly—one in front of Domina, the other in front of Livia.
Same exact style as Nathan’s, just like the ones in those popular manhwas.
[Instruction: Collect 5 Prunus Vitalis fruits and place them in the box below this panel.]
Domina tilted her head. Livia gave him a sly side glance and a coy smile.
"You’re giving us commands now?" Livia asked softly, her voice dripping mischief.
The two girls giggled instead— no signs of protest.
Domina jumped off Nathan’s thigh, hugging the box that had just materialized beneath her panel.
Livia released Nathan’s shaft from her squatting grip. She stood, adjusted her hair, and a similar panel appeared in front of her— along with five small boxes.
They both looked at Nathan with eager eyes.
"We’ll do our best, Big Nathan mwheheheh~," Livia said as she straightened her hair.
A new panel popped up above them:
[Report to Nathan once the task is complete.]
Domina nodded quickly.
Livia ran off—her thick caramel ass swaying with hypnotic rhythm, reflecting sunlight off her skin and sending Nathan’s gaze spiraling into moral crisis.
Her cheeks bounced like warm, sentient pudding—each step a rhythmic taunt. The kind that mocked gravity and self-control. Nathan wasn’t proud of the sound he made, a low gasp from the throat of a man watching a thick caramel skinned rabbit-like monster leave him behind. She didn’t even look back.
Livia glanced sideways at Domina and whispered with a giggle, "Told you—just pump his soul through the stick and he wakes right up. Hihihi~"
Nathan’s brow twitched.
"...She thinks I’m a bike tire?"
Validia was still supporting Nathan. Her smile was soft, but her gaze lingered—fixed on the panels that had appeared for Domina and Livia.
"Nathan..." she whispered. "Why didn’t a panel appear for me?"
Nathan turned slowly toward her.
She continued, "Am I not allowed to do what they’re doing? They seemed... so happy. Is that some special task from you...?"
Nathan stayed silent.
But Lilith’s voice echoed in his head—"Nathan, you’re a man. And a man have to learn leadership."
Validia pulled back a little and lowered her gaze.
Nathan looked at her. Deeply. In his mind: I can’t lie to her. I have to lead them. I can’t run like I used to.
"Validia," he said. "You’re too big for that task. Look at me—I’m too big for it, too."
Validia looked up. "So... it’s not because you don’t see me?"
Nathan gave a crooked smile. "Of course not."
Relieved, Validia smiled back. "Then one day, I’ll get a command too, right?"
Validia patted her chest lightly. "I’ll be ready. I can understand your panels now."
Suddenly... a soft voice slithered in.
A snake girl appeared from behind the bushes—Velmora.
Her white crop top clung tightly to her perky breasts, nearly transparent from moisture.
Her half-lidded crimson eyes looked freshly awoken, dazed but curious.
She slithered forward, her scaled body moving in elegant waves.
"Why are you... so big?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned.
Nathan replied tiredly, "It’s... temporary."
But Velmora didn’t wait for an explanation.
Her body shot forward.
Velmora’s smooth serpent body coiled around Nathan’s shaft.
At first, gently. But then—tighter. Warmer. She wasn’t just wrapping around it—she was embracing it. Stroking it. Heating it.
Her scales weren’t rough—they were silk pressed against heat. Every inch of her body massaged him with the precision of a lover who had studied his pulse. She moved like she knew the timing of each throb. And when she sighed against his shaft, it twitched like it had ears.
Nathan bit his lip. "Shit..."
Blood rushed downward.
His Almighty PP, which had just deflated a bit post-squat, now pulsed with renewed vigor.
It throbbed. Hardened. Slowly returned to full glory—wrapped in the warm, wet scent of leaves and snakegirl skin.
Velmora leaned in, exhaled softly against the tip—her breath tracing circles, not contact. Yet her reverence made it feel even more intimate.
"I... like your scent..."
Nathan grinned nervously.
"Okay, Velmora... you can let go now..."
Velmora slowly uncoiled, obedient.
"Sorry. Did it... hurt?"
Nathan exhaled. "No. Just... surprising."
But before he could say anything else, a thought popped into his head.
And the system caught it.
[Prompt Failed: Another task in progress.]
Nathan’s eyes widened.
"Wait—what?! So if a task is still ongoing, I can’t give a new command?"
"So I can’t just do whatever I want..."
Then—his intrusive thoughts won.
He thought, just for fun: What if...
A panel appeared in front of Velmora.
[Instruction: Coil around Nathan’s shaft. Use your body to massage it until white water emerges from the tip.]
The panel’s glow reflected in her crimson eyes—soft, obedient, and burning with questions she was too shy to ask. She didn’t move right away. Just stared at his cock like it was some sacred riddle. When her tail finally slid forward, it wasn’t lust. It was reverence.
Velmora tilted her head. "Am I... allowed to?"
Velmora didn’t move. Not yet. Her eyes scanned the panel, then drifted slowly down to Nathan’s cock. Her breathing slowed. She tilted her head—confused, curious, aroused. She slithered closer. Not with urgency, but reverence. Like approaching a sacred object. Her hands hovered near his shaft, trembling just slightly. She wasn’t scared. She was anticipating. Every inch of her body leaned toward the heat—toward him. Nathan could feel it, the thick tension between them. He gulped. The panel hadn’t forced her. She chose this. Whatever was about to happen... she was going to do it slow. On purpose. With intent.
Her coils brushed the base, then paused—flexing slightly. Teasing. Her hips adjusted, her tail looped higher with deliberate grace. Like an artist measuring canvas before the first stroke.
His chest rose, fell. Velmora’s breath now danced on his shaft, but still—no touch. Just warmth. Just her gaze. She leaned in, lips slightly parted, but halted mere centimeters away. Nathan’s cock twitched violently. She didn’t even flinch. Her tail flexed again, layering over itself like a braided ribbon—adding weight, friction, and warmth. Her smile never left.
Nathan knew then: this wasn’t going to be rushed. She wanted to memorize him. And he was already breaking.
Nathan’s Almighty PP overwhelmed, a single drop of pre-cum welled at the tip—like a tear shed by a cock that finally felt seen.