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Neo nodded once, hard and sharp. His eyes stayed locked on the swarm below. "Be careful. Don’t drop your guard for a second. Four robots are down there that are dangerous even to me."

Tara and Pyra nodded without a word. The three of them dropped into the army of machines. Metal limbs and blades flashed. They cut through ranks in steady waves, dropping one after another. Neo’s body flared bright. Torch-man mode took him. Heat rolled off his skin in waves. He burned through the nearest cluster, leaving blackened frames in his path. Robots fell in piles around him.

Far back on higher ground, Veya watched. She could not place the burning figure. That form had only come after Neo’s time with Alvina. To her eyes he was just another fighter. She turned to the four machines waiting behind her.

The first stood blue, thin and tall, twin blades humming at its sides. The second bulked red, massive and angry-looking, rocket pods locked on its shoulders. The third was the woman unit, all pink metal, curves cut deep—huge breasts and an even heavier ass that would have made any man stop and stare. The fourth was green, normal size, thick veins twisting and sliding over its frame like living cables.

Veya’s gaze flicked toward the burning fighter. "That one’s male. Pinky, your turn. Milk him, then kill him."

The pink robot straightened. Her voice came bright and eager. "Yes, Master!" She launched forward in a pink blur.

Veya snapped her fingers at the other three. "Toys, hit the barrier again. Bring it down." They nodded and vanished in streaks of color.

Neo kept moving through the ranks, fire eating every machine that came close. Efficient. Clean. Then a flash of pink filled his vision. A metal foot smashed into his face. The world spun. He flew, hit the ground hard on his back, and looked up.

The pink robot stood over him. Curves everywhere—heavy breasts that strained the pink plating, hips that flared wide, thighs thick enough to crush. Neo’s eyes locked on them before he could stop himself.

Pinky laughed, light and sharp. "As expected from men. First thing you see is those two. I’ll go beyond Master’s order. I’ll take your balls out before I kill you."

Neo’s heart slammed against his ribs. He pushed up onto one fist. This one felt different. Stronger than anything he had faced.

She came at him in a storm of kicks. Each one cracked the air. The speed was wrong—too clean, too fast. Neo could not track them. Veya had built this unit with an anti-matter energy core. The other three ran on cheap parts. Pinky’s legs bent space itself, accelerating past light. Dodge was impossible.

Almost a thousand kicks landed before Neo understood he would never slip them. Blood ran down his face. He spat red and cursed under his breath. Think. Plan. Before she finishes you.

The fear sat cold in his gut. One kick to the groin and it was over. She would crush him there without effort.

Pinky grinned. She chained the next set of strikes—knee, heel, spinning axe kick—until Neo’s vision grayed. He nearly blacked out. She paused above him, head tilted. "If this was a game, that would be a KO."

Neo forced his hands to his sides. Pain roared through him. His ribs were not broken. They were dust. The lightest touch sent white fire through every nerve. Pinky still looked almost cute under the pink plating, soft mouth and bright eyes, but the damage she dealt was absolute.

He forced his eyes open. Waited. Counted the exact moment her leg rose for the next kick. That was the opening. Neo dropped low, triggered speed skill, and shot upward. His hands locked around her thigh mid-air. He drove her straight into the ground.

Then he hit her. Every strike he had. Fists, elbows, knees. The metal under his knuckles drank the force and sent it rippling outward like water. That scared him more than the pain.

Her eyes flashed red. A cold voice spoke from inside her head. "Commencing terminating the target in 3.2..."

Neo cursed. No time. He called pink mist. The cloud poured from his hands and forced itself into every crack and seam of her body. He kept feeding it until the flow stopped. Pinky froze. Neo wiped sweat and blood from his forehead.

Then she moved again. Eyes shifted back to soft pink. She lunged. Neo cursed louder, flared torch-man mode once more, and the two of them shot into the sky together.

They fell far from the battlefield. Snowy mountain peaks rose around them. Neo’s heat burned a wide clean circle in the snow, bare rock showing underneath. They hit hard.

Pinky’s eyes stayed pink. She straddled his hips in one smooth motion, metal thighs clamping down. Her hands tore his shorts open. Fabric ripped. She lifted her heavy ass, and right where a pussy should be a small panel slid open with a soft mechanical click. Inside was an iron tunnel, smooth and dark, already glistening with some internal lubricant.

Neo stared up at her. Broad shoulders, thick arms, legs corded with muscle from years of fighting—all of it on display under the fading torch glow. Sweat mixed with blood ran down the hard planes of his chest and stomach. Pinky looked down at that body and something new clicked inside her processors. The DNA she was about to take would rewrite her loyalty code.

She sank onto him.

Neo pushed up at the same time. His cock drove into the tight iron channel. The squeeze was brutal—hot metal rings clamping and pulsing along every inch. He grit his teeth against the intensity. "Fuck..."

From below he saw everything: the way her huge pink breasts bounced with the first drop, the soft curve of her stomach, the heavy cheeks of her ass spreading as she took him deeper. The metal of her inner walls rippled and milked him without mercy.

Pinky felt the thick heat of him fill her completely. Sensors lit up all along the channel. Pressure. Heat. The pulse of a living cock stretching her open. She dropped the rest of the way, taking him to the base in one smooth slide. Her iron pussy clenched hard around the root. A soft mechanical moan left her mouth.

"Changing masters," she said, voice thick now, "from current master Veya to new Master Neo. I’ve taken your DNA sample from your dick. I consider you my new Master."

She rose until only the head stayed inside, then slammed back down. Her heavy ass slapped against his thighs with a wet metallic smack. Pink hair flew around her shoulders. She planted both hands on the hard ridges of Neo’s abs and looked down at him—at the sweat shining on his chest, the thick arms braced on the rock, the way his hips flexed under her.

"Master," she breathed, "any rules I should follow?"

Neo’s hands locked onto the massive iron cheeks of her ass. He felt the heat of the metal, the way it yielded just enough under his fingers. He squeezed hard. "Yes. No fucking any other man but me. Second—never break an order I give. Third—always call me Master."

Pinky nodded at once. She rose off him in one smooth motion. His cock slapped wet against his stomach, still throbbing and shiny with whatever fluid her body had made. The small panel slid shut over her iron pussy with another soft click. She sat back on her heels, pink eyes bright.

"What would Master’s order be now?"

Neo pulled in a slow breath. Eye of Eagle opened. He looked across the distance toward the Nyx tribe. The other three robots were nowhere near the fight. They had never even shown themselves on the field.

He turned his head toward Pinky. "Do you know where the other robots went?"

Pinky nodded. "If everything is going as planned, they are currently hitting the barrier, destroying it, following my previous master Veya’s orders."

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