"Two days?" Nathan asked.
The Tower Manager didn’t answer. She kept stroking Nathan’s cock with her right hand, her delicate fingers now covered in foam.
Nathan felt a tingling sensation, especially as her thumb occasionally brushed the tip of his shaft.
"Agh... L-let me move! S-stop this hhhh..." Nathan groaned. Water mixed with foam trickled slowly down his inner thighs.
The Tower Manager said nothing.
She simply stared, her hand still wrapped around Nathan’s shaft— now slick like a bar of soap dropped in a prison bathroom.
She raised her left hand.
Nathan could now move his head and arms. But his body remained suspended, floating in the same position—unchanged even as he squirmed from the strange, teasing sensation.
He tried to push himself away— but there was no friction. No force. As if reality had allowed only one position: cock floating, honored by the system’s administrator.
The Tower Manager smiled. "Oh~ it’s twitching now..." She beamed, admiring the foamy, slippery mortal cock.
Her grip tightened. The shaft responded.
She looked elated— as if she’d discovered a new note in the symphony of pleasure.
Nathan took a deep breath. Okay. Calm. Calm. It’s fine... She’s not hitting me. She’s a MILF afterall... kinda my type. So.. eumhh... This is... fine... euhhmm...
His soul started rationalizing the handjob of the sacred MILF.
"If you can do something this insane," Nathan said quietly, trying to keep his tone even, "why don’t you just restore their Forbidden Memories? Shouldn’t that be easy for you?"
The Tower Manager tilted her head up, looking at Nathan. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her smile remained— hovering like the final note of an unfinished song.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she lowered her head slightly. Then she positioned the tip of Nathan’s shaft directly in front of her lips— like a metal vocalist preparing to scream.
She blew gently on the tip of his cock.
"Agghh...." Nathan jolted. A system panel appeared.
The First Legendary Dick Master instantly recognized it— the same notification he got the last time the Tower Manager manipulated his cock via system panel.
"Fughh..." He groaned again. This time, the pleasure returned fully. His arousal was back. His private glock twitched, releasing a slow pre-cum bullet.
"Do you... want to lose all your pleasure?" She started stroking him again, like a pretty girl playing with a squishy toy in a short-form video.
Nathan blinked. "...Huh?"
Her hand still gripped his shaft, but now moved like she was delivering a lecture. Up and down, slowly, rhythmically—as if reading scripture from flesh.
"If they remember, Nathan... they might never give you joy again. No more blissful, dumb happiness that satisfies this..." She squeezed his shaft.
"Euhhmm..." He moaned, face twisted between confusion and ecstasy.
"They’ll realize who you are. Who they are. And what’s really happening." The Tower Manager rubbed the head of his penis with her thumb.
"And when that happens... they’ll choose." She looked up, locking eyes with him.
"And that choice..." she whispered,
"could be to leave you."
Her gaze fell on him—calm, sharp.
Like a queen looking at a disappointment.
"To end you—" her eyes didn’t blink,
"because you’ve defiled their honor."
"Or worse..." her voice dropped,
"they might punish you without killing."
She chuckled, her voice rising to a high note. "Giving you waves of pain..."
Then her voice softened, slowed.
"For using their bodies—"
"Without full sense of awareness." Then smiled again.
"Bringing joy that felt real," but her smile faded.
"Yet born from confusion... not choice."
Nathan opened his mouth—then closed it again.
The Tower Manager continued. "They’re not stupid, after all. Their brains are more advanced than yours. Their cognitive capacity evolves. Fast."
"Then why..." Nathan sighed. "Why do they still act so dumb?"
The Tower Manager giggled. "Because you haven’t taught them."
Nathan blinked. "...Teach?"
Her fingers stroked up and down again.
"Give them stimulation. Questions. Metaphors. Direction."
She tilted her head, like a kindergarten teacher amused by a kid who just peed in the corner.
"Build their awareness, Nathan. Teach. Shape. Guide."
"Hasn’t it already started on its own?" The Tower Manager smiled. "Little by little, they’re evolving. And if you want... you can give them something that will make them truly alive."
Nathan frowned. His shaft twitched.
"Something that makes them alive? W-what is it?" He clenched slightly, holding back a moan.
"Taboo...?" Nathan blinked.
The word sounded familiar, but it carried weight—like an old talisman tossed onto his shaft and melting into a riddle.
The Tower Manager didn’t answer immediately. Her hand was still wrapped around Nathan’s cock with a softness that felt threatening. Her fingers moved slowly, as if she were stirring ideology inside his balls.
Eventually, she spoke.
"Knowledge," she whispered. "Shame... and lust."
She gave a slight squeeze. "They don’t know any of that."
"You can teach them," she continued. "You can start from teach them your alphabet, teach them your language. Teach them how to read. You know, even in the Hunter Trade Center... there are people who sell books."
She stared at Nathan. "Not just potions and weapons. But books. Fiction. Poetry. Children’s books. Even... a book about a naive woman and a wicked man who abuses her."
Nathan said nothing. His shaft twitched—not out of stimulation, but because her words were too heavy for such an innocent erection.
"Do you really want them to stay , Nathan?" the Tower Manager smirked. "Foolish beings who think playing with your meat is what makes them happy?"
Her hand stopped moving, but her fingers remained around it—now gripping it like a piece of cultural evidence.
"Or... do you want them to wake up?"
Her tone dropped slightly. She let go of his shaft, and at the same time, she released her control over his body.
Nathan dropped with a soft thud.
"Aw..." he groaned, sitting on the ground.
The Tower Manager stood in front of him, towering without lowering her sharp chin. She spread her arms slightly, as if offering a strange embrace.
"To wake up... to love. To sadness. To shame. To touching without knowing why they’re touching."
Nathan opened his mouth.
The Tower Manager cut him off with a swipe of her left hand, then pointed it to Nathan.
"Or—" she pointed at the still-naked Nathan, "do you prefer them dumb?" She tilted her head slightly.
Nathan’s breathing faltered.
She crossed her arms. Then, resting her pale cheek on her left hand, she said, "Because if they’re dumb, they never ask questions. They never protest. They just laugh... and playing your meat like it’s part of their weekly routine."
"And you’re satisfied."