Chapter 202: Drill Hearts
In the plantation area of Floor 100—newly fertilized after being sprayed with Nathan’s semen via the [Semenflora] skill...
Nathan, still on one knee, shifted and sat beside Validia’s head, his voice heavy. His titan-sized body trembled, as if even the earth was ashamed to witness what had just happened.
His chest rose and fell violently, his breath ragged like a bull gasping for air. Both arms hung limply, sticky with lingering heavenly warmth and the spontaneous sin he could no longer contain.
"Six... hour... cooldown?" he muttered hoarsely, caught between frustration and the soul-crushing clarity of post-nut shame. "I can’t even return to my normal form..."
His muscles twitched.
His testicles wept in silence.
He hated how quiet the world felt after climax.The leaves rustled like judges whispering behind their robes.Every breath he took tasted like mockery.Not because of what he did—but because of how little it changed anything inside.No closer to peace. No closer to escape.Just a heavier body and a hollow chest.Was this what power looked like? he thought.A god in size, a fool in soul.If Validia saw his face now, she’d know—that beneath all the strength,Nathan was still just a late bloomer who didn’t know what to do with his loneliness.
He sat there, legs spread like a war god who had just been thoroughly defeated by his own hand.
A soft wind swept through the tree branches, as if mocking him.
His cock was still slick, foaming, with white fluid clinging to its tip.
Then—
"You look... exhausted," came a soft voice.