Brina's Growth and the Tower's Secrets
As the semen that hadn't been absorbed by the tower's pussy was entirely consumed in crafting, Brina snapped back to her senses. She stared at her now-slimmed belly and went pale as a ghost.
She fidgeted restlessly, as if not just the semen but the baby in her womb had vanished. Pondering just what semen truly meant to an onahole, I handed her a semen potion.
"I refined the unabsorbed semen into potions. Use it when you need to."
"Ah, so Master made this..."
Relieved that I had used the missing semen, she still caressed her now-defined eleven-pack abs with a hint of regret. I offered her one of the semen potions.
"Want one?"
"Thank you, Master!"
Her face lit up again at the offer. Brina took the candy-sized semen potion, gazed at it with a strange expression, then asked me,
"Master, may I try it now?"
"Huh? Sure, go ahead. It's made from the loads I dumped in you anyway, so it's yours."
"The ones you came... in me? Then I'll gratefully partake... Ngh?!"
Brina bit into the condom-shaped, onahole-friendly semen potion, popping it. She suddenly clutched her mouth and staggered. Its durability hadn't dropped, so I just watched.
"Haa... haa."
"What? What's wrong?"
Head bowed, panting heavily, Brina suddenly snapped her head up and shouted,
"This is delicious!"
"What?"
"The moment it bursts, Master's semen floods out—several times more concentrated in flavor! That rich taste, the sticky texture! And it goes down smooth without sticking... It's heavenly!"
"Uh... glad you like it."
"Could I have just one more... Ah, no, never mind."
Her excited tone betrayed how much she loved it as she nearly begged, then hastily switched back to stiff formality. Curious at her reaction, I asked,
"It's no big deal to give you another. Is semen that tasty?"
I'd noticed it before—with Brina, Slami, they devoured it like it was gourmet. It had that metallic, fishy smell. Was it really that good? No way I'd taste my own, so I asked Brina, who sampled it daily.
"Well, Master might feel differently, but to us onaholes, your semen is like nectar from the gods. Sweeter than any food, one sip fills us with such satisfaction we feel we were born to taste it."
"Hmm... And the smell? Semen reeks, doesn't it?"
"The smell...? I wouldn't call it bad. It's just an intoxicating aroma I crave endlessly."
"...Guess onaholes perceive it differently."
I couldn't comprehend or care to, but if it tasted good to them, that was fine.
"I've skimmed the point shop... How many points to level it up?"
◈ Points needed for next Lv:5000
"...That's a ton. We'll skip that for now."
Five thousand onahole points—even without buying traits, it was daunting. Leveling the shop would take time.
"You said the status window changed?"
My own changes were minor.
Status Window (F), Inventory (F), Stamina Enhancement (C), Posture Control (C), Regeneration (E), Strong Slayer (C), Guardian (E)
Swordsmanship (2nd Grade), Marksmanship (3rd Grade), Hand-to-Hand Combat (3rd Grade), Survival (1st Grade)
A new "Onahole Points Held" entry appeared. The info concealment skill vanished, and now I could hide or edit any info as the system said. It didn't change my actual abilities—just what others saw. Better than the old skill. No one below my authority could peek at the real thing, so no more worries about my power leaking.
I quickly made a dummy status window hiding the status, inventory, authority, points, etc., and set it as the visible one. It clicked intuitively—no hassle.
"Only Brina qualifies for stage 4 or higher onaholes?"
Slami was still growing at stage 3. So what changed for Brina to hit stage 4 and alter her status?
"Brina, anything else different? Besides limbs and auto-repair."
"Besides that... Ah, my power's somewhat restored."
"What? How much?"
"I'd need to test precisely, but roughly back to when we first met in the dungeon."
That alone matched a 7th-grade dungeon boss. But her words suggested it wasn't her full strength. She was half-dead then anyway. Without injuries, I might've lost.
"What about full recovery?"
"I don't know human rankings well, so not sure how to explain. But originally, I fought in what humans call the Tower."
"The Tower?"
"Yes. As a low-rank in Maha's army, but a hero of my kind, I served as vanguard against the gods dwelling there."
"Minimum 5th-grade then?"
Tower entry started at 5th-grade hunters. Even solo 5th-grade dungeon clearers couldn't guarantee survival inside. Fighting there meant Brina was at least 5th-grade, maybe more.
"Hard to believe... With head-sized tits, matching a 5th-grade boss?"
"Nngh~♥ Of course, now I'm just Master's onahole♥"
Squeezed tits made her tremble in ecstasy and submission. Hard to imagine such an onahole-optimized bitch had that power. But no reason for her to lie, so her prime strength was probably real.
I checked Brina's status.
Posture Control (C), Instant Acceleration (E), Double Jump (D), Fanaticism (F)
Dagger Arts (4th Grade), Stealth (5th Grade), Sex Techniques (8 → 7th Grade)
"Physical stats appeared?"
Brina's status now had them—likely from gaining limbs and mobility at stage 4. Her agility was freakishly high; others were abysmal, but agility edged mine. Tough for past me, easy now. The "-" mana fit her monster origins using demonic power. Other changes: +50 max durability, sex techniques to 7th-grade, minor stuff.
Suddenly, her mention of Maha's army reminded me.
Abigail saw Brina's dagger and got deadly serious about some 'major issue,' right?
Her old Maha's army dagger—probably related. My surging libido made me delay asking amid using her till blackout and growth. Perfect timing now.
"A dwarf I know saw your dagger and freaked. Know anything?"
"My dagger? Likely Maha's army standard issue. Seeing such a weapon from the Tower's defenses in a dungeon here probably signaled a breach."
"That big a deal?"
"Yes. The Tower blocks Maha's—the Demon God of Destruction's—forces like a barrier. A hole in its defenses is dire for dwarves surviving off the Tower."
I got why it was serious, but new terms popped up.
"Parasites? What's that? Demon God? Maha?"
"How much do you know of the Tower, Master?"
"Alien civ to guard Earth from sudden monsters/dungeons? Real gods exist, monsters fight inside—beyond that, not much."
"Those 'monsters' are Maha's army. Maha was my god, ruler of all demons, Destroyer God. Tower gods are survivors whose worlds Maha shattered."
"Oh... Parasites?"
"As I said, Tower gods fled with world fragments. They built the Tower from them."
"And?"
"Fragments held natives under divine protection. But dwarves were different."
I guessed.
"Their god died?"
"Yes. To evacuate them, he bought time against Maha and perished."
"Brave god."
Brina shook her head.
"Foolish and irresponsible too. He didn't consider how a godless, worldless race would fare in the Tower."
Her words soured my mood. Still, he sacrificed for his people—righteous, trusting Tower gods as fellow victims.
"What happened to dwarves?"
"I don't know Tower internals. But them scraping by outside says enough."
"Doesn't compute. Earth's safer than war-torn Tower, no?"
Even 5th-graders risk death inside. Why call it parasitism? Brina explained,
"Safe now, under Tower protection. But later? Nowhere riskier."
"What?"
She spoke calmly.
"If Maha descends personally, this world's doomed. Outside the Tower? Ground zero."