Chapter 240

Neo gripped Sa’s hips hard as she rode him from behind, her strong ass cheeks flexing with every downward slide. Sweat slicked the curve of her back. Her horns caught the light when she tossed her head. She groaned deep in her throat, the sound raw and open.

"Fuck... your cock is really something else," she panted, voice rough with pleasure. "I might’ve found something better to fill my spare time than cutting wood."

She rolled her hips in a smooth, practiced rhythm, taking him to the base each time. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the air—*plap, plap, plap*—as her tight heat swallowed him. Neo felt every powerful squeeze of her inner walls. Her ass was pure muscle, gripping him like a fist that refused to let go.

He nodded and pulled her upper body back against his chest, one arm wrapping around her shoulders so he could hold her close. His broad chest pressed to her back. His muscled arms flexed as he kept her steady.

"I already have a minotaur girl back home," he said against her ear. "Body as curvy as yours. But for mind..."

Sa laughed, the sound bright even while she kept moving on him. "I suppose I’m smarter."

"Yes," Neo answered without hesitation. "By a wide margin."

She glanced over her shoulder, dark eyes half-lidded, lips parted. Sweat ran down the side of her neck and between her full breasts. "How did you get Astrid’s swordsmanship if you weren’t her disciple?"

The question hung between them while she continued that expert roll of her hips. Sa’s only real desire had always been simple: stop feeling like an outsider. The flaw that followed her was the habit of rejecting people first so they could never reject her. Wanting to belong fought constantly with the need to stay guarded against the vulnerability that belonging required.

Inside, she clenched around him harder at the thought. Was her new master so talented he had grasped her sword style from a single look? The idea made her walls flutter and milk him deeper. Neo sucked in a sharp breath. He drove up into her with steady, powerful thrusts, his thick cock stretching her open. His muscled thighs flexed under her. His hands stayed locked on her waist, fingers digging into soft skin over hard muscle.

He felt her start to shake. Sa’s tight ass rippled around him. A long, broken moan tore out of her as she came, juices flooding down his shaft. Neo kept thrusting through it, chasing the next wave. He reached up and wrapped both hands around her horns, using them as handles while he fucked her harder. The wet sounds grew louder—*schlick, schlick, schlick*—mixed with her gasps and the slap of his hips against her ass.

Her inner muscles clamped down so fiercely Neo grunted. The strength in her ass was intense; she gripped him like she never planned to release him. Heat coiled low in his gut. His balls drew up tight. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her. He didn’t stop. He kept driving into her, using his own release as slick lube, the wet heat making every thrust smoother and dirtier.

Sa’s heels kicked lightly against his back with each impact. Neo pushed deeper, enjoying the way her powerful body tried to lock him inside. Another orgasm ripped through him almost at once. His cock jerked and spilled again, balls contracting as more cum flooded her. Still he didn’t slow. The tight, hot channel of her ass milked every drop while he kept moving.

He dragged in a long breath, gripped her waist firmly, and rolled them. In one smooth motion he was on his back and she was straddling him, facing forward. Neo’s hands rose to cup her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing over stiff nipples as he thrust up into her from below. Sa’s body bounced on his lap. Her breasts swayed with every hard upward stroke. Sweat flew from her skin in fine droplets. Her toned stomach flexed. Her strong thighs framed his hips.

Neo’s own body was a solid wall of muscle beneath her—broad shoulders, thick arms, powerful legs driving into her without mercy. From her view he looked massive and relentless, sweat gleaming across the ridges of his chest and the hard lines of his abs. She felt every thick inch of him splitting her open again and again. The stretch burned sweet. The wet heat of his cum still inside her made each thrust glide with filthy ease.

"Take it," he growled, voice low. "Milk every drop."

Sa moaned and ground down harder, meeting him. The wet *plap-plap-plap* of their bodies filled the space. Neo’s cock throbbed deep inside her. He came a third time with a harsh groan, flooding her ass once more while her breasts bounced in his hands.

Only then did he slow. He eased out of her carefully. Cum leaked from her stretched hole in thick white trails. Neo cleaned her with steady hands, wiping away the mess until she was presentable, then handed over her clothes. Sa dressed in silence, movements a little stiff. When she was covered again Neo looked at her straight on.

"So," he said. "You want to come with me or not?"

She grinned and reached back to touch her sore ass, wincing once with open satisfaction. "Of course."

Sa’s deepest desire had always been to make the people she loved happy. The flaw that lived beside it was the quiet habit of hiding her own unhappiness so no one else had to carry it. Wanting to give joy sat in constant tension with the slow resentment that grew when no one noticed what it cost her.

Light flared around them. In the next breath they stood inside the Nyx tribe grounds. Neo walked straight to his throne and dropped into it with a heavy sigh. The next stretch of days would be for training. He planned to ask the system for quests only when he was ready; everything else could wait.

He put two fingers to his lips and whistled once. Veya appeared moments later, sharp eyes already assessing him.

"How far along is the barrier project?" Neo asked.

"Final steps," she answered. "Almost locked in."

Neo nodded. "Can you make something else for me?"

Veya tilted her head. "What is it?"

"A large-scale array. Time slowed down hard inside it. I already have a skill that does something similar—might give you a starting point."

Her eyes lit with real excitement. "Please. Right—wait a minute."

She spun and sprinted for her laboratory. When she returned she carried a smooth crystal ball. She pressed it into Neo’s hands.

"Use your skill while holding this. The ball will copy the effects and hold the pattern for me."

Neo did as she asked. Yellow light bloomed inside the crystal, steady and bright. Veya took it back at once, already turning the data over in her mind.

"I’ll decode the skill and build a forest-sized version. Time inside will crawl compared to the outside. But the mana cost..." She shook her head. "Massive. We’re talking serious volume."

"Why?" Neo asked. "Parts you need to buy?"

"No. Raw simple mana. The amount required is the real wall."

"I can handle that," Neo said. "Mana blocks are cheaper than stones and hold a hundred times more each. I’ll cover it."

Veya nodded, already shifting to the next obstacle. "Only one problem left then. Location. The device itself will be huge. We’ll have to clear trees, and to cover the whole forest it has to sit dead center—inside the Heart Forest."

Neo’s expression darkened. He remembered exactly what guarded that place: attribute women with power close to goddess-tier, Pyra among them. The risk was real and immediate.

Neo’s only true desire had settled into one clear need: finally choose himself. The flaw that still clung to him was the automatic guilt that rose whenever his needs brushed against someone else’s. Wanting self-respect sat locked in conflict with the fear that putting himself first simply made him selfish.

He looked at Veya. "Is there another location?"

She nodded. "Dragon Queen tribe territory works. Same scale possible, fewer complications."

Neo gave a short nod of his own. That place was far more manageable than the Heart Forest.