[Optional Upgrade → Auto-Cleaning System]
Nathan wasn’t surprised.
"Yup... of course," he muttered. "If I don’t finish this, who the hell’s gonna clean the crap manually? Me?"
Validia was still sitting with her knees wide open, proudly displaying the cuteness of her Almighty pussy lips.
Velmora stood nearby—still naked, still silent, her tail drooping like a wet string.
Her nipples perked—not from cold, but from sheer attention. The curve of her waist dipped into a dangerous valley, catching light like a trap for wandering eyes. Each shift of her stance sent a wave through her hips, hypnotic enough to make the grass seem jealous beneath her feet.
Nathan sighed and looked at the stack of logs beside him.
Kralven logs—long and hard.
Thankfully, most of the logs had already been split, ready to be set up according to the system’s next instructions.
[First step → Drill holes at the marked points on the prepared Kralven logs]
"I still don’t get it, but whatever. I’ll just do it," Nathan mumbled.
He stared at the long log in front of him.
The system projected small, bright blue arrows—pointing at specific spots on the log, like some open-world game highlighting an important NPC.
"Am I not getting a drill or something?"
He looked over at Velmora, who was still standing patiently—like a professional secretary. Her tail was still limp in the grass.
A brilliant—and slightly insane—idea popped into his head.
"Velmora," Nathan said softly.
Velmora immediately turned, her tail flicking slightly like someone had just booted her up.
"Hmm?" she looked his way, her body shifting—her soft parts jiggling slightly.
"Your tail... can it drill through wood?" Nathan asked.
Velmora tilted her head. Her eyes blinked slowly.
"...I think it can?" she replied hesitantly, but her eyes lit up, happy to finally have a role.
Nathan stood up, activated [Temporary Physical Enhancement], and lifted the prepared Kralven log—already marked with the glowing arrows.
Velmora nodded. "Of course... I’m ready."
Nathan almost laughed to himself.
She’s so cute... dammit I’m getting horny again and I just want to hug her face and sniff her cheek... he bit his lip.
He brought the Kralven log in front of Velmora, holding it sideways.
"Velmora, can you see it?" he asked while staring at the blue arrow pointing at one of the spots.
"See what?" Velmora asked.
"Ah... never mind, I was just asking randomly ahaha..." Nathan fake-laughed.
She can’t see the arrows, huh? Guess I still have to do some of the work.
"Try drilling... Wait a sec," Nathan held the Kralven log with one hand and pointed at a specific spot.
"Here—try drilling right here," he said.
Nathan held the log steady with both hands to keep it balanced as she began.
Velmora’s tail moved with precision—fast, stable, and weirdly... sensual.
The tip of her tail spun like a teasing finger—circling, pressing, drilling. Sweat formed between her breasts, glistening against her scales like a sacred glaze. Every time she exhaled, her chest jiggled with a rhythm that could score a slow hentai intro. Nathan clenched harder—not the log, his jaw.
Each thrust made her chest bounce up and down, and Nathan—who had just wanted to create a basic auto-cleaning channel—now felt like he was directing some absurd adult film titled:
"Monster Girl Carpenter: Tower Edition."
Ahh... dammit, my cock’s starting to itch from this... he muttered.
On the eastern side of the forest, Domina and Livia leapt swiftly from one rock to another—their bodies agile like competing shadows.
Their target today: a horned bear with a massive body—enough to satisfy the hunger of two muscle girls in one go.
But something was different about them today.
They were wearing black hoodies.
The hoodies were loose, soft, and covered the upper part of their bodies... but the bottom half remained the same—thin, nearly see-through cloth more suited for a bathroom than a hunting field.
Domina ran with her hoodie halfway covering her ass. But with each leap, the fabric lifted—revealing her caramel thighs teasing the morning air.
Livia wore her hoodie differently—tied loosely around her waist, the sleeves knotted like a ribbon just above her hips. Her upper body remained wrapped in her usual thin cloth—a barely-there layer that hugged her curves without shame, transparent enough to reveal the teasing sway beneath.
With every jump, her chest jiggled subtly, like soft pudding bracing against the wind. The hoodie wasn’t covering her—it was decorating her hips, accentuating the way her thighs moved with fierce elegance. She didn’t wear it for warmth. She wore it like a belt of confidence.
"If this fabric keeps my chest warm," Livia muttered, glancing at Domina beside her,
"this thin cloth keeps my thighs constantly... tingling."
Domina chuckled softly, though her eyes stayed locked on the approaching bear.
"It feels... like wearing the warm fur of a beast."
But their presence was too confusing.
Two half-naked women hunting in loose hoodies with razor-sharp claws.
Even monsters looked hesitant.
Domina spun—her foot slicing through the grass.
Her hoodie flipped higher than usual, briefly exposing both cheeks fully—two caramel globes that bounced mid-air before hiding again beneath soft black cloth.
Livia landed beside her.
Breasts bouncing. Blade raised.
"Whoever lands the kill... gets carried home," she whispered.
"If I lose on purpose... does it still count?"
And they shot forward again.
Hoodies flying, thighs brushing, and wild heat filling the forest air.
Not long after, the bear was knocked unconscious— after getting clawed and beaten up by the Caramel Mommy, then kicked squarely by the foot of the Caramel Queen.
They exhaled in exhaustion, the wind sweeping hard, tossing their white hair into the air.
From above, a glimpse of pale pussy flashed—
Morvessa landed atop the bear, her talons gripping its body firmly.
"Hey, Morvessa! No stealing!" Livia shouted, pointing up at her.
Morvessa let out a long sigh, her pale tits rising and falling slowly. She opened her mouth.
"Do you two know the woman in black... the one who offered her big breasts to Nathan last night?"
Domina and Livia frowned.