David sat down slowly, then stared at his laptop screen intently. He raised both hands.
"Fuck... What the hell am I doing?"
His hands dropped back down. He lowered his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand. His eyes slowly closed.
"No... Fuck no!" he cursed.
"Why am I acting like such a loser?" he grumbled in frustration. "I’m a respected Hunter,"
His jaw clenched as he recalled Emily’s concern for the grown ass Nathan.
"Fuck..." he exhaled softly.
He already knew what he was about to see.
That was the worst part.
The file na wasn’t a mistake.
It wasn’t so encrypted mystery.
It was real.
A fantasy for the weak.
A crutch for those who couldn’t stand being alone.
He’d mocked it before.
Now his fingers had summoned it.
And he hated himself for it.
He wasn’t doing research.
He wasn’t tracking anomalies.
He just wanted to feel sothing he’d never had— and always pretended he didn’t need.
anwhile, on his laptop screen, the letters continued to appear, spelling out:
–Family AI–
A soft blinking cursor pulsed beneath the letters, waiting... as if expecting David to respond.
He didn’t know what scared him more—what he might find, or what it would an if he felt nothing at all.
---
In a small, warm room filled with the scent of eucalyptus oil, Lily—Nathan’s little sister—lay under a blanket as thick as her brother’s heart back when he got dumped.
Her face was flushed, not from embarrassnt, but from the flu.
Beside her sat Emily, their mother, with slightly ssy hair and tired eyes that still carried a deep, unshaken warmth.
"Mom..." Lily spoke softly, her breath a bit heavy.
Emily turned to her, still gently stroking Lily’s back.
"Who was that handso man?" Lily asked.
Emily paused, then smiled softly. "His na is David. He’s a Hunter... and he’s trying to find your brother."
Lily nodded slowly. A faint smile appeared on her small lips. "He looked so strong and confident... I bet his life is happy and successful, huh? N-Not like Nathan..."
Emily stroked Lily’s head. "Don’t say that, Lily."
Lily kept smiling, but her eyes started to glisten. "Is he... will he co ho?"
Emily took a deep breath, then hugged that small body tightly.
"Of course. I believe he’ll grow stronger... and beco a Hunter, just like he always dread."
Lily didn’t respond. But her mind wandered, recalling a younger Nathan running around the yard with a tree branch in hand, yelling:
"I’m gonna be the coolest Hunter in the world! Girls are gonna chase everywhere!"
Idiot... Lily thought. But her eyes felt warm.
Why am I even worried? Isn’t he finally getting the chance to chase his dream...?
She sighed.
I feel like... he would’ve been better off working a safe corporate job.
The mory faded, but the ache it left behind stayed.
Lily blinked a few tis, her throat tightening.
Her brother had always dread big—louder, wilder, brighter than anyone she knew.
But dreams didn’t keep people safe.
They didn’t bring him ho.
She hated how much she missed him.
And she hated how much she feared he’d change.
That maybe, when he ca back—if he ever did—he’d be soone else entirely.
Soone no longer chasing dreams, but facing sothing she could no longer comprehend.
---
anwhile, deep inside the Tower, under the artificial moonlight and the cold breeze, Nathan sat still.
Milky Mommy—also known as Lilith—had just released him from her embrace.
The atmosphere had shifted—calr, but not exactly comfortable.
Lilith looked at him with the kind of expression a yoga teacher would give when they knew your deepest trauma.
"In every cycle, you’re always surrounded by cheerful mothers and little sisters," Lilith said. "You’re such a... lucky child."
Nathan felt a chill run down his neck. "Please don’t say weird stuff like that. I... I don’t even know what kind of past lives you’re talking about."
Lilith chuckled softly. "Well, fair enough. You are different now. You have a unique opportunity... to beco a savior of humanity... and also get frisky with Monster Girls."
Nathan squinted. "Why do you always bring that up?"
Lilith didn’t answer. She just shifted her sitting position, moving even closer—almost touching him again.
Nathan sighed.
Ugh... even if I ask about the Monster Girls, she’s probably not gonna answer properly.
But as he turned his head, frustrated and resigned, Lilith gave him a secretive smile.
"Tonight," Lilith said softly, "the system has given a single opportunity."
"An opportunity?" Nathan frowned, now turning to face her fully—trying hard not to look at the Milky Tits.
"One question. Just one. I’m allowed to answer it... with no lies. No consequences. No tricks. Ask anything."
Nathan froze.
His brain went into turbo mode, then lagged, then turbo again—like a school internet café during rush hour.
The first question that ca to mind? What cup size?
Second? If I suck right now, would anything co out?
Third? Is there a Tower Manager body pillow?
But finally, a serious question surfaced.
"The origin... of the Monster Girls. Where do they co from?"
Lilith smiled. Again. A smile that made Nathan’s heart do 30 push-ups on the spot.
"Whose origin do you want to know?" she asked gently. "Domina and Livia? Velmora? Or soone else?"
Nathan swallowed. The options felt like a fancy restaurant nu—delicious and confusing.
Eventually, he said, "Domina."
The na slipped from his lips like a prayer—soft, vulnerable, and a little foolish.
Domina—The Caral Mommy.
The first one.
The one who made him feel wanted in a way no real-world woman ever had.
And yet, he knew nothing about her.
Nothing real.
Just warmth, moans, and playful domination.
If he was going to understand what this Tower truly was...
it had to start with her.
Nathan held his breath.
For the first ti, he wasn’t asking as a horny man—
but as soone desperate to rember what he’d already lost.
Lilith leaned in, then whispered in a half-singing tone:
"In the world..."
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