Chapter 216

Neo nodded, the weight of the new role settling into his bones like a promise. He could barely wait to step into the prison halls and start his job as a guard. His eyes locked on Gabriel.

"Which wing are they holding you in?"

"7A," she said.

A grin pulled at his mouth. "I’ll be seeing you soon."

Gabriel’s brows drew together. "Just how?"

Neo’s grin widened. "Surprise." He gave the principal a short nod, then turned and left the room. The corridor outside smelled of cold stone and old iron. He walked straight to the storage room, pulled the guard uniform from its hook, and shrugged into it. The fabric sat heavy across his broad shoulders and clung to the hard lines of his arms and legs. Once the belt was buckled and the keys hung at his hip, he set off toward wing 7A.

He moved down the rows of cells, scanning each one without slowing. When he reached Gabriel’s, he stopped, spread his arms, and called out, "Tadah!"

Gabriel jerked back so hard her shoulders hit the far wall. For a second she stared like she had seen a ghost. Then she lunged forward, thrusting both arms between the iron bars. Her fingers found his face, tracing the line of his jaw as if she needed proof he was solid.

"You’re really here?"

Neo leaned into her touch, still grinning. "I’m working here now. I’ll find a way to get you out. But the principal’s a thirty-star. I just walked past a pack of twenty-five-star devil guards. You’ll have to wait."

She nodded at once. "Of course I’ll wait. I’m just glad you’re here."

He kept his voice low. "How did they catch you?"

"There was an informant in the angel army. He told the devils exactly where I would be. They set the trap and I walked straight into it."

"Do you know who it was?"

She shook her head. "No. But whoever he is, he had to rank high enough to know my exact location."

Neo gave a short nod. "Welp. Time to meet my new prisoners."

Gabriel’s hands slipped back through the bars. She watched him go, a small, fierce smile still on her lips.

Neo walked the rest of the wing until he reached the front cell. Inside, a wolf girl was deep in her training. She dropped into another squat, thick thighs flexing, massive ass pushing out against the thin shorts that barely covered her. Her huge breasts strained the fabric of her top with every rise and fall. Neo checked her level—seventeen stars—and the grin returned. He unlocked the cell, stepped inside, and locked it behind him.

The wolf girl froze mid-squat. She twisted around, ears pricking. A man. In her cell. Her gaze dropped to the keys swinging at his waist and something hungry lit in her eyes. My chance.

Then Neo reached down, freed his cock—thick, twelve inches, already hard—and her expression shifted. She grinned, slow and sharp.

"So the new guard wants to play."

She crossed the cell in two strides, rose on her toes, and kissed him hard. Her voice came out low against his mouth. "Mr. New Guard, you want me to welcome you properly?"

Neo nodded once.

He hooked his hands under her shorts and yanked them down. The fabric tore free. He lifted her by the thighs, spreading those thick legs wide, and drove straight into her. The tight, wet heat clamped around him like a fist. He groaned at the grip.

"Fuck—so tight—"

He started thrusting, hips slamming forward. Each impact made her body shake. Her massive breasts bounced hard against his chest, nipples dragging across the hard muscle of his torso. He pinned her to the wall, one hand gripping her ass, the other braced beside her head. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cell—*plap, plap, plap*—loud and filthy.

The wolf girl’s eyes fluttered. From her side she saw the broad set of his shoulders, the way his muscled arms flexed as he held her up, the thick cords of his thighs driving into her again and again. Sweat already sheened across his chest. Every thrust punched a moan out of her throat.

"Ahh—harder—yes, just like that—"

Her fingers twitched toward the keys at his belt. She could snatch them now, shove him off, run. But the thought died almost as soon as it formed. If she ran she would lose this—lose the thick stretch of him filling her, the raw power of his body working her open. He was new. There would be more of this if she stayed patient. She could enjoy him a little longer and take her chance later.

Neo kept driving into her, chasing the tight pull of her cunt. He crushed his mouth to hers. Their tongues fought, wet and hungry. He felt every ripple of her walls milking him. Heat built fast at the base of his spine. He slammed in deep one last time and came hard, flooding her with thick pulses.

He pulled out, set her back on her feet, and gave her a lazy once-over.

"Scanning complete. You should be all good."

The wolf girl tugged her shorts back up, still breathing hard, cheeks flushed. "Thank you, Mr. Guard. I’ll be looking forward to the next scanning session."

Neo left the cell, locked it, and moved on. The next one stood empty. A sharp whistle cut through the corridor.

"Hey! I need a scanning session too!"

He followed the sound. Inside the next cell stood an orc girl—three meters of solid muscle, huge ass, heavy breasts, thick powerful thighs. She rolled her shoulders and smirked down at him.

"How about a little spar? Winner fucks the other."

Neo nodded.

She dropped into a boxing stance and threw a punch fast enough to whistle through the air. Neo caught it on his face, the impact rocking his head back, but he stayed upright. He drove a fist into her belly. The blow landed solid—and did almost nothing. Her abs were like steel plates under the green skin.

The orc grinned wider. "My turn."

Her kick came like a battering ram, slamming into his gut and launching him across the cell. His back hit the iron bars hard enough to ring them. He shook the stars from his vision just in time to see her charge. She lowered her shoulder for a full-body ram. Neo’s speed saved him; he twisted aside at the last second and tried to trip her. His leg met her calf and bounced off. She was a walking fortress. Nothing budged.

He attacked with everything he had—punches, elbows, knees—trying to force an opening. For a few seconds he slowed her. Then she adapted, reading his rhythm, throwing feints that left him open. Another heavy fist clipped his ribs.

Neo spat blood and cursed under his breath. This orc hadn’t ended up in a high-security wing for picking pockets. She had probably leveled a whole village.

Then his eyes widened. The idea hit clean and sharp.

He triggered Lord of the End mode.

Black diamond hardness flooded every muscle. Dark mana poured across his skin until his entire body gleamed like polished obsidian. He grabbed her shoulder, planted his feet, and drove a kick into her side. She tried to block with both arms. Bone cracked under the impact. She hissed through her teeth.

Neo kept coming. Every strike landed like a hammer. He coated himself thicker with mana, turned his limbs into weapons, and hammered her without pause. A barrage of punches and kicks forced her back step by step until her legs finally gave. She dropped to one knee, then both, chest heaving.

"I surrender," she said, wiping blood from her mouth. "That was the most brutal fight I’ve had in a long time."

Neo nodded, already pulling a healing potion from his belt. He helped her sit up, uncorked the bottle, and handed it over. She drank it dry. He gave her another, then another, watching the cuts and bruises fade until her wounds had fully healed.