Just as Nathan clicked his tongue in annoyance, the world around them froze. The vibrant, dark greens of the 40th-floor forest were suddenly sucked dry, leaving behind a flat, monochromatic palette of grey. Trees, monsters, and even the beads of sweat on the SSS-rank Hunters’ brows hung suspended in mid-air.
Strangely, there was no violent tremor or muffled bass—the usual hallmarks of spatial distortion. Everything was deathly silent, as if soone had simply pressed the ’mute’ button on the universe.
"Enough playing around," a hauntingly familiar voice whispered.
Nathan let out a long sigh. "Lilith. Get out here."
Sure enough, from the shadows of a now-grey tree, Lilith stepped forward with lethal elegance. In this frozen pocket of ti, only Nathan, Lilith, and one other remained mobile: Validia.
"Ah! Savior!" Validia’s stoic face instantly brightened. She bowed deeply, a rare glint of reverence in her eyes that she never afforded humans. "It has been too long."
Lilith gave Validia a dismissive wave before locking eyes with Nathan, her playful smirk sending a chill down his spine. "Nathan, darling. You look far too relaxed back here. Let take over the role of ’Nathan’ for a while."
Nathan knit his brows. "Huh? What do you an—"
Before he could finish, Lilith’s body began to convulse. In a grueso display, her physical form seed to lt, dissolving into a thick, viscous mass of pitch-black liquid. The fluid surged upward, solidifying, and within seconds, the figure standing before Nathan was an exact duplicate of himself—complete with the logistics bag and his signature lazy expression.
"Perfect, isn’t it?" Lilith spoke, her voice now an identical match to his.
Nathan recoiled, bewildered. "Hey, what are you planning, Lilith? If you’re , then I—"
Grip!
Lilith lunged with lightning speed, seizing the real Nathan by his collar. Her face, now a mirror image of his own, drew close, but her eyes burned with an ancient, peerless authority.
"My Son," Lilith whispered, her voice now heavy and echoing inside Nathan’s mind. "You have a task far more important than watching these clowns play with your piss."
Before Nathan could snap back, Lilith flicked her hand. A deep purple dinsional portal tore open directly beneath his feet.
"Wait! Lilith! What the hell—!"
Whoosh!
Nathan plumted into the void. The last thing he saw before the portal snapped shut was Lilith waving casually at him with a broad grin, while Validia watched on with a gaze of pure awe.
Nathan was scared out of his wits as his body was spat out from the other end of the portal, landing hard—right into a familiar, warm embrace.
Nathan watched the portal snap shut with a sharp crack, leaving him in total darkness for a split second before his senses returned. He felt himself being held—not by the cold grip of a monster, but by a soft, suffocating warmth.
As he shifted, his eyes caught the glint of rich, caral-colored skin beneath the moonlight. He looked up, and his gaze t a pair of long, familiar rabbit ears twitching in irritation.
"Domina?" Nathan muttered, still dazed.
The caral-skinned rabbit-woman, possessing a stunningly lush, curvaceous figure that felt dangerously soft against him, imdiately flared with rage. She shoved Nathan away so hard he stumbled, before delivering a sharp kick to his backside.
"I am LIVIA!!!!" she shrieked, her face flushed with indignation.
"Ow! Dammit—okay, okay! I’m sorry!" Nathan rubbed his sore rear, squinting through the dark. "My bad, it’s night ti, I couldn’t see clearly... wait."
Nathan paused, glancing around at the jagged cliffs and the scent of salt in the air. His stomach dropped. He recognized this place. This was the isolated island Lilith had handpicked for him—the place where he was supposed to "mate" with Monster Girls to breed a superior bloodline for the upcoming Dinsional War.
He turned his gaze back to Livia. She was dressed exactly like she used to be: wrapped in thin, primitive scraps of cloth that barely contained her tall, voluptuous fra. Her caral skin glistened like polished silk under the moonlight, looking soft enough to lt into.
The sight was a direct hit to Nathan’s primal instincts. He felt a sudden, traitorous surge of heat below the belt. He swallowed hard, his throat feeling dry as he took in the sheer scale of her curves.
Livia noticed his gaze and crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a sharp, cynical huff.
"Fine! Let’s just get on with it!" she snapped, her eyes narrowing. "Go on! Start acting like an idiot again, just like you used to! It makes it easier for to deal with you!"
Nathan’s brow twitched. The nostalgia of her attitude combined with her insults snapped him out of his trance. He let out a dry, jagged laugh.
"Oh, you want to talk about how things ’used to be’?" Nathan shot back, his eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and heat. "Then don’t forget that you were the one who used to spin my dick around like a damn propeller! You weren’t exactly complaining then, were you?"
Livia’s ears stood straight up, turning a deep shade of crimson as she sputtered for a coback.
She stomped her foot, her muscular, caral-toned thighs trembling with a mix of rage and sothing she’d never admit out loud.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" she barked, pointing a finger at his chest. "You’re still just a flashy loser with too much to say! Stop acting like you’re so grand hero and just get to work! We have a ’schedule’ to keep, and you’re already behind!"
Nathan blinked, montarily stunned by the sheer aggression of her demand. He looked at her—really looked at her—and noticed the way her gaze kept darting away, the way her rabbit ears were twitching rhythmically, and how she was gripping the hem of her thin primitive cloth.
Wait a minute, Nathan thought, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. She’s not just angry. Вia is absolutely starving.
"Wow," Nathan chuckled, leaning back on his heels with newfound confidence. "You’re really in a hurry, aren’t you? I didn’t realize you missed that much. You’re practically begging for it the mont I drop out of the sky."
"I am NOT begging!" Livia hissed, though her chest was heaving. "It’s for the war! It’s... it’s biological necessity!"
"Right, right. ’Biological necessity,’" Nathan mimicked, his voice dripping with playful malice. He took a slow step toward her, watching her breath hitch. He decided to lean into the absurdity of their past.
"Well, if we’re going to do this ’by the book’ like the old days..." Nathan cleared his throat dramatically, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Should we start with the usual? You know... a little bit of tickling balls to get the engine purring? Heheh."
The silence that followed was deafening. Livia froze, her mouth agape, as the mory of her past "techniques" flashed through her mind.
"You... you absolute... PERVERT!" she scread, though she didn’t move away.
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