Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 165: Team Up Mommy~

Lilith raised an eyebrow as the ashen arrow approached in a slow spiral—

the wind parting to give it passage,

as if the world itself allowed the arrow to dig into an old wound.

"Hmm..." Lilith smirked—half amused, half threatening.

"A natural-born Hunter’s arrow, huh?"

Her fingers touched the shaft of the arrow before it touched her—

then—tap!

as if it were nothing but a mosquito interrupting meditation,

the arrow was swatted aside and disintegrated into dusts of memory

before it could reach her skin.

The arrow pulsed gently before shattering, and Lilith’s gown fluttered from the sudden wind. For a heartbeat, her thighs were fully exposed beneath the silky slit—soft, gleaming, and toned. The sheer fabric clung to her ass like a lover desperate to stay. Nathan’s cock twitched in the distance.

"Sweet... but not deep enough."

Velmora froze.

But Lilith gave no room to breathe.

As Domina lunged from the right,

her blue claws glowing like cursed art,

Lilith simply tilted her shoulder.

The claws sliced through empty air—

as if she were fighting a ghost.

WHAM!

Livia came from behind,

striking with her bare heel—

but Lilith caught the heel with two fingers.

For a moment,

the world went silent.

Then Lilith released it gently—

and Livia bounced backward like a balloon that failed to pop.

Livia’s fall wasn’t elegant—her body bent midair, hips twisting just right to send a bounce through her ass that defied physics. The sharp intake of breath as she landed made her breasts heave violently, one nipple barely shielded by a jagged scrap of her former armor.

"Fighting like this..."

Lilith spoke as she spun,

deflecting Domina’s claws again—this time with her knee,

"...is like playing a flute in a storm. Beautiful. But it won’t make me cry."

Velmora attempted another strike—this time with her bow staff. The strain of drawing the bow arched her back, pushing her chest forward and lifting her rump into a seductive curve. Her scaled leggings had ripped near the thigh, exposing flushed skin marked by faint glowing lines. Her breath trembled, turning each inhale into a gentle moan of tension.

But Lilith merely stepped half a pace back—

and the blow hit nothing.

Velmora staggered.

Morvessa spread her wings and soared forward,

slicing the air with a mental scream—

but Lilith countered with a simple palm to her chest.

DUAGH!

Morvessa was thrown backward—

her half-torn cloth flying off into the already-burning bushes. She crashed into the ground, her breasts jiggling from the impact as loose strands of her hair veiled her flushed face. The half-torn bra dangled from one shoulder, revealing a pink curve that trembled from residual energy. Her lips parted—soft, breathless, caught between pain and something darker.

"Ah... all these beautiful bodies want to touch me,"

Lilith whispered softly.

"But sadly... this beauty belongs to My Son alone."

Domina growled.

Livia bit her lip—blood dripping.

Velmora trembled.

And from a distance,

Nathan, watching from inside the dome, could only mutter:

"...Why does this feel like watching yoga moms getting wrecked by a wushu master...

and why... why am I even harder now?"

Nathan’s breath caught. Validia’s collapsed body shifted slightly, her cheek brushing against his thigh. Her lips barely grazed the side of his shaft—innocent, unintentional, yet maddeningly sensual. The heat of the dome made every nerve raw. Nathan’s cock bobbed again, pulsing in sacred defiance to trauma.

Lilith looked up to the sky.

"Let the sweat pour first...

before your memories fully settle.

That way... you’ll come to love me not just as a goddess—

but as a mother."

Domina panted.

Her chest rose with each breath, the torn cloth barely clinging to her curves. The sweat traced a path between her breasts, soaking the edges of her bra like teasing fingertips. Her thighs shifted subtly with tension, rubbing just enough to betray the warmth building between her legs.

Sweat trickled from her temple,

slid down her jawline,

then fell onto her cleavage—

half-covered by torn fabric.

Her breathing was ragged.

Her claws trembled—

not from exhaustion...

but from doubt.

"What is this...?" she whispered.

Lilith stood calmly,

still in a defensive stance

like a kung fu master who had long understood the flow of battle.

Her gaze wasn’t sharp—

it was soft.

As if she was waiting for Domina to remember something... forgotten.

Livia spun once,

then kicked into the air—ready to strike from behind.

Domina charged in from the front again,

her claws extended,

blue aura flowing like a river that finally found its destination.

"Now!!" Livia shouted.

The two Monster Girls darted forward at the same time,

forming a crisscross formation.

Lilith didn’t move.

Her eyes closed—

letting the world come to her.

But then—

Domina and Livia dashed forward together, their bodies fluid and sharp. The synchronization of their movement sent waves through their figures—tight torsos flexed, hips swayed in reflex, and their partially-exposed chests bounced with rhythmic aggression. In that charged moment, their violence was inseparable from their raw beauty.

BRASH!!

Suddenly, Livia’s claws were knocked aside—

blocked by something unexpected:

Domina.

The collision of claws halted inches from skin. Livia’s breast pressed slightly into Domina’s shoulder, their breathing heavy and shared. Fingers curled unintentionally around one another. For one surreal second, their skin met, sweat blending—a sensual contact born not of love or lust, but war-born confusion.

With one hand,

Domina had stopped Livia’s attack.

Their eyes met.

Livia was stunned, almost losing balance.

"Are you insane?!" Livia shouted.

Domina was silent for a moment.

Her body trembled.

The blue aura across her skin flickered—

like a signal breaking down.

But her gaze remained sharp.

"I remember..."

Flashes of memory danced behind her eyes— of Lilith’s hand once wiping blood from her face, saving her from Rabielm, who had fallen during the dimensional war.

Back then, Lilith had said:

"Rest now..."

Domina turned slowly toward Lilith.

Her face clenched with determination—

and the emotional foolishness of someone who had just realized...

she had once been saved.

She grinned.

"Forgive me..."

Her voice shook,

but didn’t waver.

"...My Savior."

Lilith opened her eyes.

A small smile curled at her lips.

"One has finally returned," she whispered.

Livia remained frozen—

confusion, rage,

and the sting of abandonment all collided in her chest.

"What the hell, Domina?!"

Domina looked at her deeply.

"You haven’t remembered yet, Liv..."

And for the first time since the battle began— Domina lowered her claws.

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