The Tower Manager slowly crawled toward Nathan. Her body movement wasn't like that of a predator or a ruler—but more like someone wanting to play with her child. Whether as a mother, a partner, or some absurd hybrid of both.
Nathan, still sitting while hugging his knees and trembling, immediately let go and scooted backward. His thigh muscles tensed—like someone who just suspected his fart carried wet poop at his chocolate starfish first exhale.
Nathan stared at the Tower Manager's face. She was licking her lips. But, as it turned out, she wasn't go for his cock nor his twin orbs.
Cup...*
The Tower Manager kissed his forehead.
A single kiss. Gentle. Full of feeling—but what feeling, Nathan couldn't tell.
