"Two days?" Nathan asked.
The Tower Manager didn't answer. She kept stroking Nathan's cock with her right hand, her delicate fingers now covered in foam.
Nathan felt a tingling sensation, especially as her thumb occasionally brushed the tip of his shaft.
"Agh… L-let me move! S-stop this hhhh…" Nathan groaned. Water mixed with foam trickled slowly down his inner thighs.
The Tower Manager said nothing.
She simply stared, her hand still wrapped around Nathan's shaft— now slick like a bar of soap dropped in a prison bathroom.
She raised her left hand.
Snap~
She snap her finger.
Nathan could now move his head and arms. But his body remained suspended, floating in the same position—unchanged even as he squirmed from the strange, teasing sensation.
He tried to push himself away— but there was no friction. No force. As if reality had allowed only one position: cock floating, honored by the system's administrator.
