Nathan was still standing at the edge of the room.
Alone.
Naked.
With a dusty cock that no longer understood its biological function.
The warm air that had just stabilized didn't warm him.
The system's light had returned—
but the light of affection…
had never come his way.
He looked at the women in the distance.
Not just their bodies—though his cursed instincts tried.
But the way they leaned into Lilith.
The way warmth radiated from their very silence.
Nathan's eyes betrayed him—each silhouette felt unfairly sculpted by divine nostalgia. Breasts peeked through torn fabric like guilty dreams, thighs flexed not for combat, but remembrance. The tension wasn't sexual—it was… something crueler. Like being horny at a funeral. A sacred garden blooming, where he wasn't allowed to sniff.
They had become real.
Not just girls he tried to protect.
They were no longer his responsibility.
And somehow… that felt worse than being hated.
He touched his own chest,
