Monster Tamer is the Worst Class-Chapter 45: Something... deeper

The central temple of the cursed city pulsed with a dense energy, as if the very air were laden with unspoken intentions. The stone columns, carved with runes that glowed in shades of amethyst, cast sinuous shadows that danced across the uneven floor.

In the center of the hall, Eren stood, his heart beating steadily, but his mind alert.

Around him, Kaela, Morwynn, and Nyssa formed an instinctive circle of protection, their eyes fixed on Sylha, the entity hovering before them, floating like a mirage.

Sylha was no longer the ethereal and serene figure who had led them there. Her true form, a multidimensional being of translucent tentacles and eyes that shone like constellations, seemed to warp the reality around her.

Her voice, a symphony of tones echoing inside and outside the mind, whispered promises that made Eren’s skin prickle.

"You have come so far, Tamer," she murmured, her tentacles undulating like veils of smoke. "But what do you truly desire? Freedom? Power? Or something... deeper?"

Before Eren could respond, the air around them shifted. A warm, fragrant mist enveloped the hall, laden with a sweet aroma reminiscent of jasmine and embers.

The runes on the columns pulsed faster, and the ground beneath Eren’s feet seemed to vibrate, as if the temple itself were alive.

He felt a warmth rising through his chest, but his mind remained sharp, slicing through the mist like a blade. Something was wrong.

Sylha was not just there to fight — she was manipulating the battlefield.

Kaela was the first to react.

Her golden eyes, usually fierce, shone with something beyond fury. She turned to Eren, the muscles of her defined arms tense beneath the skin, the black fur of her werewolf form glistening like polished ebony.

"Eren," she growled, but her voice had a hoarse, almost pleading tone.

She stepped forward, her hips swaying with a predatory grace, and the air seemed to grow heavier.

"You’ve felt this before, haven’t you? The heat. The need."

Eren frowned, feeling the weight of her words, but his mind refused to yield.

He looked to Morwynn, expecting her usual calculated coolness, but the magical spider was different too.

Her long, delicate legs, which typically wove webs with deadly precision, moved with a deliberate slowness, almost dancing.

Her faceted eyes sparkled, and she tilted her head, allowing a strand of silver hair to fall over her humanoid face.

"Eren," she whispered, her voice smooth as silk, "let me weave something just for us."

Nyssa, always the most reserved, was not immune. Her liquid form undulated, reflecting the runes’ lights in shades of sapphire and emerald.

She approached, her soft contours molding into curves that seemed designed to seduce.

"You don’t need to fight now," she murmured, her voice a whisper that seemed to caress Eren’s skin. "Let me envelop you. Let me protect you... in another way."

Eren’s heart raced, but not from the desire beginning to cloud his senses.

He recognized the pattern. This was not natural.

He had felt Kaela’s touch, Morwynn’s web, Nyssa’s embrace before — but never like this, never with such artificial urgency.

Sylha.

She was inside their minds, twisting their bonds, turning their loyalty into a weapon.

"You’re not in control," he said, his voice firm, cutting through the air like a blade. He stepped forward, facing Sylha’s stellar gaze. "This is you, isn’t it? Toying with them."

Sylha laughed, a sound like a thousand interwoven voices, each laden with promises and threats.

"You’re clever, Tamer. But are you strong enough to resist what they want from you? What you want from them?"

She extended a tentacle, and the mist intensified, forming images that danced around Eren.

He saw Kaela, nude except for the fur covering her skin in wild patterns, her eyes shining as she approached, her claws brushing the air with a promise of pain and pleasure.

Morwynn appeared next, her webs glistening like silver threads, wrapping him in a cocoon that felt both like a prison and an invitation.

Nyssa, liquid and warm, slid against him, her touch cold and burning at the same time, like a current pulling him under.

Eren clenched his fists, feeling the heat on his skin, the desire trying to worm its way into his mind.

He had crossed lines with his monsters before — bonds that transcended the ordinary, which the system recognized as something beyond the rules. But this was different. It was an illusion, a manipulation.

Sylha wanted him to lose himself, to surrender to the euphoria consuming Kaela, Morwynn, and Nyssa.

She wanted him to forget the fight.

Kaela was the first to act.

With a low growl, she leapt, not at Sylha, but towards Eren.

Her movements were fluid, the muscles in her legs and arms flexing with deadly grace.

She pushed him against a column, the impact reverberating in his bones, but her claws did not wound — instead, they traced gentle lines along his chest, tearing his shirt with precision.

"Eren," she whispered, her warm breath against his neck. "You are mine. You always were."

Her eyes shone, and for a moment, Eren almost gave in to the instinct to pull her to him, to feel her brute strength against him.

But he resisted.

"Kaela," he said, holding her wrists, his voice firm. "Remember who I am."

Morwynn approached from behind, silent as a shadow. Her webs had already begun to form, fine, shimmering threads that brushed Eren’s skin like caresses.

"Why resist?" she murmured, her voice laced with a sweetness that contrasted with her predatory nature. "You know I can hold you forever."

She leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear, while her arachnid legs traced patterns on the floor, as if preparing a trap that was both battle and seduction.

Nyssa completed the encirclement. Her liquid form enveloped Eren’s ankles, slowly climbing up his legs, a touch that was both firm and pliable.

"You don’t have to carry everything alone," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Let us take care of you."

Her body glowed, reflecting the light of the runes, and for a moment, Eren felt the desire to sink into that embrace, to lose himself in her softness.

But he was not just a Tamer. He was an anomaly.

Then Eren thought that there was an exploit there.

He closed his eyes, blocking the visions Sylha projected.

He felt the bond with his monsters, not the fabricated desire, but the true connection — Kaela’s loyalty, Morwynn’s precision, Nyssa’s protection.

"You are stronger than this," he said, his voice echoing with an authority that made the temple tremble. "Sylha, you are underestimating me. I am not an ordinary Tamer."

The entity laughed again, but there was a note of uncertainty in her voice.

"Do you think you can resist the desire you’ve created, Tamer? They are your bonds. They are your weakness. All are the same."

She intensified the illusion, and the monsters came closer, their bodies brushing against Eren, each touch a promise of ecstasy.

Kaela pressed against him, her firm breasts against his chest, the heat of her skin almost unbearable.

Morwynn wove a web around his wrists, not to bind him, but to pull him to her, her faceted eyes shining with a desire that seemed infinite.

Nyssa enveloped him completely, her liquid touch climbing up his torso, leaving a trail of warmth that made his breath falter.

Eren clenched his teeth, his body reacting even as his mind fought back. He couldn’t deny the desire — he was human, after all, and his monsters were part of him. But he knew that giving in would mean defeat.

Sylha wanted to distract him, weaken him, separate him from his allies. He needed to break the illusion, not just for himself, but for them.

"Kaela," he said, looking directly into her golden eyes. "You are my strength, not my weakness."

He held her face, feeling the coarse texture of her fur under his fingers.

"Remember me." Something shone in her eyes, a flash of clarity. She hesitated, her claws retracting.

"Morwynn," he continued, turning to the spider. "You weave your own destiny, not someone else’s."

He touched the web that encased him, feeling the vibration of its magic. Morwynn paused, her faceted eyes blinking, as if trying to see through the mist.

"Nyssa," he finished, his voice soft but firm. "You are my shield. Protect me now."

Her liquid touch trembled, as if struggling against Sylha’s manipulation.

The temple shook.

The runes on the columns flickered, and the mist began to dissipate. Sylha let out a cry of frustration, her tentacles whipping the air.

"You cannot deny what you feel!" she roared, but Eren was already moving.

He activated the bond, feeling the flow of power coming from his monsters. The system responded, a window shining in his vision:

[Soul Tuning Activated].

Kaela growled, her claws glowing with energy as she leapt at Sylha, no longer driven by desire, but by pure fury.

Morwynn spun her webs, transforming them into silk blades that sliced through the entity’s tentacles.

Nyssa formed a liquid shield around Eren, protecting him as he advanced, his eyes fixed on Sylha.

"You were wrong, Sylha," he said, his voice laden with determination. "The bond I have with my monsters is not a weakness. It’s what makes me unbeatable."

The ensuing battle was chaotic, but no longer sensual.

The monsters fought with precision, driven by their true connection with Eren, not by Sylha’s illusions.

The entity, weakened by her failed attempt, began to retreat, her tentacles dissolving into the mist.

Eren didn’t need his own abilities — he had Kaela, Morwynn, and Nyssa. He had the exploit. And, above all, he had control.

When the temple finally fell silent, the runes extinguished and the mist dissipated, Eren looked at his monsters.

Kaela was breathing heavily, but her eyes were clear. Morwynn adjusted a web, as if nothing had happened.

Nyssa, still liquid, touched his arm, a gesture of relief.

"You brought us back," she whispered.

Eren remained steadfast.

"Of course. I’m not going to let someone else tame what’s mine."