Meanwhile, in the Tower Manager's chamber—Lilith, the milky mommy herself—was stunned.
Her legs were spread wide, shamelessly open. Her body swayed gently, cheeks flushed as if feverish in the middle of winter.
System panels floated and danced before her, displaying Nathan pressing his shaft between Validia's thighs.
"Oh my..." The Tower Manager bit her lower lip. One hand clenched the armrest—hard—
while the other moved downward touching herself with an intensity only years of study could bring.
"He... he's doing it... without using the system..." she whispered, almost sounding like a moan disguised as academic observation.
Her fingers worked the shining, delicate area below— glistening like a mannequin polished with oil— intimate fluids began dripping onto her chair.
Her ass pressed tight into the cushion.
Her eyes widened.
Her face flushed deeper.
Her breathing grew ragged.
