"Tsk..." Nathan felt uneasy, but his private blade couldn’t hold back any longer. His pants—still dirty but not too badly—were slightly bulging, revealing the tightly curved shape of his Private Blade, as if it was eager to show off its frustrated bluntness.
"C’mon... Sweetie," Milky Mommy offered her milky mounds, her right hand then gently caressing Nathan’s face like a mother looking at her adorable baby.
Lilith’s body proportions—taller and more superior than that of an average human—made Nathan look even more helpless in front of Milky Mommy. Milky Mommy bit her lip, as if teasingly obsessed with Nathan’s face, then pinched his cheek.
"Aw..." Nathan turned his face away. This is embarrassing, tsk... damn it, he thought angrily, but his eyes still peeked at the milky mounds—so bouncy and filled with an unnatural kind of affection.
I can’t keep getting humiliated . Nathan clenched his fist, his cock twitching hard. But... those tits, damn... mwhehehehhe... Nathan shook his head. No... I should act like a man, he affirmed to himself.
"Ahem..." Nathan cleared his throat, then turned his face, looking up at Milky Mommy who was gazing down at him with a mix of loving lust.
"I-I-If you f-force me ahmm..." He cleared his throat again, his lips slightly puckering forward, as if about to suck the cute little pink at the tip of the Milky Mounds. "I-I won’t sa—"
"Alright then," Lilith sighed, then gently sat Nathan down.
Nathan blinked twice, confused. His lips were still slightly parted, as if the nipple was just a breath away.
"Eh..." he murmured, dazed by the sudden shift in tone.
Slowly, that milk-white hand tucked the milky breast back into its original wrapping. "I don’t want to force you. I’m sorry, I’ve been selfish as your mother," Milky Mommy said, her tone shifting into something softer, more vulnerable.
Milky Mommy knelt upright, then turned Nathan’s body around and hugged him tightly. "I’ll wait until you ask for it," she added with a wide smile while gently stroking Nathan’s head.
E...? Ehh... EHHH... Nathan’s eyes froze in place, his left cheek now resting right on that warm, milk-white skin. I... noo, I want that, NOO... Give me that... gimme please ahhh... Shitttttt! His pervy soul screamed in rebellion. But he had already talked too much instead of just accepting the offer right away.
Sophia sat frozen on her bed, her hands still holding a nearly empty roll of toilet paper and a half-full bottle of body lotion—two items she had once secretly taken from Nathan’s drawer. Her breathing was still heavy, as if she had just held back something too hot to keep inside her chest.
The name "Mrs. Emily" appeared on the screen.
Sophia immediately answered, "H-Hello?"
"Sophia... it’s me. Emily." Her voice was trembling, but there was a hint of relief. "I... I just got a call. Nathan. He’s alive."
Sophia bit her lip. Her eyes widened. "W-What...? Thank God..." she said, though her voice was shaking even more. Her hands clenched the tissue and lotion tighter, as if trying to hide them from reality.
"But he... he’s still trapped inside the Tower," Emily continued softly.
Sophia froze. "T-Trapped...?"
"Yes," Emily said quietly. "But... he’s not alone. There’s... a woman with him."
"...A woman?" Sophia’s voice grew smaller, caught in her throat.
"That’s what I heard... Sorry, I have to go for now—Nathan’s little sister catching a cold. I’ll update you later."
Sophia stayed still. Her eyes unfocused, her chest rising and falling, her stomach feeling like it had just been pierced by a cold wind from the inside.
"There’s no way... there’s no way he’s already gotten close to someone just because they’re trapped together, right?" she whispered.
"He... he never even dated again after breaking up with his first girlfriend..."
She knew that because she once eavesdropped on Nathan’s conversation at work—back when she was still making coffee in the office pantry.
Sophia stood up from her seat and walked to her apartment window. In the distance, the Tower loomed like a black thorn against the city sky.
Her hand clenched into a fist.
"Goddamn Tower..." she hissed.
"Summon me... Summon MEEE...!"
She held her chest. It felt tight, hot, and strange.
The mask she often used to fool even her own feelings... was beginning to crack.
David had just stepped out of the bathroom. His hair was still damp, and the warm mist from the shower hadn’t fully evaporated from his skin. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, then furrowed his brows.
How is it possible... that a phone signal could penetrate the Tower?
He grabbed a small towel, wiped his neck, and slowly began putting on his clothes.
What was the Vortex? A bug in the Tower system? A dimensional rift?
Could it be... he’s inside the Tower, but not as an official hunter? Not as a climber?
Was Nathan... special?
David walked over to his desk and powered on the monitor. He accessed the Hunter Association’s database—the admin-level access he used back when he was still active as an analyst.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up summon logs, anomaly records, and all data related to unauthorized calls inside the Tower.
Not a single entry mentioned "Vortex."
"Nothing at all..." he muttered.
His phone vibrated. The name "Mrs. Emily" appeared on the screen.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you one thing," Emily said in a rush. "Nathan... he’s not alone. There’s a woman with him."
"I didn’t get the chance to ask more... the call got cut off," she added.
David nodded, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. "Understood. Thanks for the info."
David stood still for a few seconds.
A woman? Who? Was she pulled in by the vortex too?
He looked at his laptop screen. Dozens of tabs were open, but his eyes landed on one he hadn’t touched since yesterday.
The screen lit up slowly.
"Do I... really have to go this far?" he whispered.