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Neo finished cleaning the dried blood and dirt from Delta’s skin with careful hands. He pulled a fresh white mage robe from his system inventory and slipped it over her. The fabric glowed faintly, marked with the crest of the Temple of Light. It would boost her mana regeneration far beyond the old one.

He sat between the two women and waited. His broad shoulders stayed relaxed while his fingers brushed Delta’s cheek, then Zita’s. Soft, steady strokes.

Delta’s eyes opened first. A sharp wince crossed her face. Every muscle felt sore. Pain throbbed deep between her legs. She tried to push herself up, but Neo’s hand caught her shoulder and eased her back.

"You alright now?"

She nodded. Her gaze dropped to the new robe. The white cloth was pure and fine, far better than anything she had ever owned. Then her eyes locked on the embroidered symbol.

"Is this the robe of the Temple of Light?" Her voice rose in shock.

The robe was priceless. Only high-ranking temple mages wore them. And Neo had handed it over like it was nothing. He was S-rank. He had the strength, the power, and that thick cock that had stretched her open earlier until she could barely think. In this medieval world the strong ruled the weak. Letting him fuck her had been the natural thing to do.

Her eyes moved to Zita’s neck. The red jewel necklace rested against her skin. Delta’s breath caught.

"Isn’t this the Necklace of the Swift?"

An A-rank item. It boosted the wearer’s speed. The thing cost more than her new robe. Envy flickered hot in her chest.

Zita stirred and sat up. She saw Delta pressed close against Neo’s side, one hand still on his arm. Shock hit her first. Then something sharper. What had gotten into her childhood friend? Why was Delta looking at her like a rival?

Zita’s fingers found the necklace at her own throat. The red jewel warmed against her skin.

"Were you the one who gave it to me?" she asked Neo.

He nodded once.

Zita kept turning the jewel between her fingers while her eyes stayed on him. Getting fucked by him and then receiving a gift like this... he wasn’t half bad.

Neo cleared his throat.

"I own a lot of territory."

Both women stared. Their eyes widened. A noble? After everything they had seen him do, the answer was already clear.

Zita stood. She stripped off every piece of clothing without hesitation and stepped in close. Her mouth found his in a hungry kiss. Delta rose a second later, peeled her new robe away, and pressed herself against his other side, kissing him just as hard. Neo’s cock throbbed, already hard and heavy between them.

The reason was simple. Nobles in the human kingdom were untouchable. Being taken by one was an honor.

Zita’s tongue slid against his while she thought it through. No ring on his finger. She could be his first woman. Then the old truth rose up. She was a prostitute. Would he really want more of her after that?

Neo grinned. He lifted Zita by the backs of her thighs, her soft legs wrapping around his waist. His thick cock pressed against her soaked entrance. He pushed in deep in one smooth thrust.

"Ah—!" Zita’s moan broke against his mouth.

Her tight pussy stretched wide around him. Wet heat gripped every inch. Neo felt the slick walls flutter and clench. He watched her full breasts bounce with each hard thrust. Her soft stomach tensed. Sweat already shone on her skin. His muscled arms held her weight easily. Broad shoulders flexed. Thick thighs drove upward, slamming into her.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he growled. "Take it. All of it."

Zita’s eyes locked on him. She saw the hard lines of his chest, the heavy muscles in his arms and legs, the way his thick cock disappeared inside her again and again. Heat flooded her. She felt every ridge, every pulse. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Yes—harder—fill me," she gasped.

Delta dropped to her knees between them. She leaned in and licked Neo’s heavy balls, sucking one into her mouth, then the other. Soft, wet sounds filled the air. She looked up at the powerful body above her—the broad back, the flexing ass, the way his cock stretched her friend open. Her own pussy clenched with need.

Neo kept pounding Zita. Wet slaps echoed. Plap. Plap. Plap. Zita’s moans turned into high, broken cries.

"Why don’t we give Leo a good scene to watch," Neo said.

He threw a rope down the hole. Leo climbed up. The moment his head cleared the edge, he froze.

Zita hung naked in Neo’s arms, legs spread wide, taking every thick inch of his cock. Delta knelt under them, tongue working Neo’s balls like they were the most precious thing in the world.

Leo’s face twisted.

"You asshole! Stealing my women!"

Neo dropped Zita onto the ground. She landed on her hands and knees, pussy still dripping. He turned fully toward Leo and let his huge cock hang free, still wet and glistening from Zita’s cunt. Leo’s eyes locked on the length. He gulped. That thing had been inside her. How had she taken it?

Neo grabbed his spear and threw it in one smooth motion. The blade punched through Leo’s chest. Leo dropped without a sound.

"Alright," Neo said. "Let’s put our clothes back on and head back."

They dressed in silence and returned to the guild hall. All three gave the same story: Leo had fallen off a cliff. The receptionists nodded. Neo had been with them the whole time. No one questioned it.

In the middle of the hall Zita sighed.

"What can we do now?" she asked.

Neo looked at her.

"How about you help me with one of my requests?"

She nodded.

He had no plan to tell Tara anything. He would hit both of the demons alone. The system claimed she would be a helper, but he did not trust demons. They were still demons.

Zita had already decided. She had fucked him. She had given false testimony. If Neo reported her, she was finished. She gulped.

Neo grinned.

"I want you to help me get inside the Red Room."

Zita’s eyes widened. She knew exactly what he meant.

"Meet me in front of the place at nine sharp," she said.

Neo nodded.

At nine he stood in the shadows outside the building. Zita appeared in the distance. She wore thin red seductress clothes that clung to every curve—soft breasts, narrow waist, full hips. She took his hand and led him inside.

The moment they crossed the threshold Neo felt an invisible barrier slide over his skin. Inside, black devil men waited in every corner. Every one of them had thick, powerful bodies like trained fighters.

A red devil woman approached.

"Zita. New customer? There’s an empty room on the third floor."

Zita nodded and pulled Neo upstairs. Once the door shut behind them he asked,

"Do you know where they hold the meetings?"

Zita rubbed her chin.

"The masked demon who owns this place meets new people on the fifth floor. Second room on the left. Rumor says he’s meeting an old friend tonight."

Neo’s grin returned. Bingo.

"When?"

She paused.

"In about an hour."

Neo cursed under his breath.

"Go home. Leave the Red House now or you’ll die."

Zita nodded and hurried out of the building.

Neo climbed the stairs fast. He reached the fifth floor, found the second door on the left, and pressed his ear against the wood. Two male voices drifted through. Then a female voice. His eyes widened.

Wasn’t this Tara’s voice?

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