Slowly, she ascended toward the sky of the 100th floor, her milk-white skin once again adorned with a beautiful garment.
But this time, the cloth was pure white.
Crack…
Lilith's back slightly protruded at the shoulder blades, her pale hands hugging herself.
Crack…
A pair of black wings emerged.
Lilith released her self-embrace—her milky breasts jiggled softly for a moment, then settled again. The way her breasts swayed wasn't erotic. It was too smooth—like time inside her body flowed differently. Each bounce felt measured, calculated, like a predator testing gravity. It wasn't sensual. It was sacredly disturbing. Something primal stirred inside the Monster Girls—and not even they knew if it was lust or fear.
She slowly descended toward Nathan, whose cock was still dusty and surrounded by the Monster Girls..
