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Neo sat on the throne, the quest window floating in front of him like a cold blade of light.

One of your women, Tara, had her childhood ruined by the slave traders. The same men are now trying to enslave monster girls in the forest. Take Tara with you and kill those slave traders.

Time remaining: 1 day.

Failure: your death, the death of everyone you love, and the death of the whole forest.

Rewards: the ability to swim naturally in oceans or small rivers—both will feel the same to you.

Neo’s throat tightened. He closed the window, stood, and walked out of the throne room.

Outside, Tara sat on the stone steps watching the sun sink behind the trees. Her leopard ears were low, her tail curled tight against her leg. Neo came up behind her, rested a heavy hand on her shoulder, and pulled her into a quiet hug. She leaned back against the solid wall of his chest. He kissed the side of her neck, slow and firm.

"How about you come with me on a journey, Tara?"

She nodded once. No words. Just that small, sharp motion.

Neo knew he needed Sai too. She had the sharpest emotional sense of anyone in the castle, and Tara would need that strength beside her.

He found Sai in the meeting room, bent over her desk, pen moving fast across the paper. She was planning the army’s next moves for the war that everyone knew was coming. Neo had given her this room and this rank—third in the army’s leadership, only Martha above her, and himself above them both.

He knocked once, stepped inside, and shut the door.

Sai kept writing. "Oh. Neo," she said, voice cool and even.

Neo grinned. He walked straight to her chair, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his cock free. It was already thick and heavy, the head flushed dark. He pushed it against her lips. Sai opened without looking up from the page. Her tongue slid along the underside in one long, wet stroke while her pen never stopped moving.

She was not going to waste the chance to suck him, but the strategy notes still had to be finished. So she did both.

The wet sound of her mouth filled the quiet room—*schluck, schluck, schluck*—as she took him deeper. Her cheeks hollowed. Neo’s broad hand rested on the back of her head, fingers sliding into her hair. He felt the heat of her throat, the soft pull of her tongue, the way her lips stretched around his thickness.

Sai’s free hand stayed on the paper, but her thighs pressed together under the desk. She could taste the salt of him, feel the heavy pulse against her tongue. From her angle he looked massive—shoulders blocking the light, arms corded with muscle, the dark trail of hair leading down to the cock that filled her mouth.

Neo’s hips rolled once. "Fuck, Sai... keep going."

She hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight up his shaft. A moment later he groaned and spilled. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. Sai swallowed every drop without stopping her writing, throat working in steady pulls until he was clean.

Only then did Neo pull free, lift her from the chair, and bend her over the desk. Papers shifted under her breasts. He pushed into her in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Sai’s breath caught—a soft, broken sound—but her pen kept moving.

"How about you come with me on a journey with Tara?" he said, voice low, hips already rolling in deep, steady strokes.

Sai paused for half a second, felt the thick stretch of him inside her, the slap of his hips against her ass, the way his muscled thighs pressed hard against the backs of her legs. She nodded once.

"I’ll call Martha. She’ll take my place until we’re back."

Neo pulled out, tucked himself away, and waited while she finished the last line and sent the message.

Minutes later the three of them left the castle gates and followed the red marker deeper into the forest.

The screaming reached them first.

They ran.

A group of bunny women stood cornered against a cluster of trees. Four bandits closed in with ropes and blades. On the driver’s seat of a heavy carriage sat a fat merchant, face shiny with sweat.

"Grab whoever you can of those bunnies and let’s go!" he shouted.

The lead bandit—scar across his face, eyes cold—turned and barked back. "No way! We catch them all. And you give me one bunny woman. No—two."

The merchant sighed and nodded. He had been warned about Ultron’s temper.

Tara froze.

The color drained from her face. Tears spilled down her cheeks without a sound. She remembered the ropes, the cages, the way this same man had dragged her out of the royal leopard forest years ago and sold her to nobles who used her until she could barely stand. Everything had started with him.

She grabbed Neo’s arm hard enough to leave marks.

"Please... let me kill him."

Neo checked the man’s level. Star 4. Tara, even after everything they had been through, still sat at Star 2.

He opened a private channel to the system.

"Can I use skill transfer? Give her everything I have for one minute."

The system was quiet for a long moment.

Possible. Two conditions.

First: the woman must be genuinely in love with the host and have no plan to harm him.

Second: once the skill activates, a mark is placed on her. If she ever thinks of attacking the host—during the transfer or after—she dies instantly.

Neo accepted.

He turned to Tara, laid his hand on her shoulder, and met her wet eyes.

"This is my way of helping you. Use my strength. Kill him."

Power slammed into her.

Tara’s body locked for a second as raw strength flooded every muscle. Neo’s own status window flashed a new note:

Thanks to Tara’s royal leopard blood, she can use 10 % of the host’s speed-based skills.

Her level jumped. Star 8.

Neo’s heart dropped for a beat at the sudden jump.

Tara grinned through the tears. Lightning crackled around her legs. She vanished.

One blink later Ultron was simply gone from the waist up. Blood mist hung in the air where his head and chest had been. Tara did not stop. She blurred through the remaining three bandits in a single continuous rush—neck, heart, spine—until all four bodies hit the dirt in pieces.

Neo and Sai moved the moment the last bandit fell. They cut the ropes and freed the bunny women, who scrambled back into the trees without a word.

Neo grabbed the fat merchant by the throat and slammed him against the side of the carriage.

"Who do you work for?"

The man stared past Neo’s shoulder at Tara, still glowing with leftover lightning, blood dripping from her knuckles. He understood the only choice left.

"Black Fang," he whispered. "I work for Black Fang."

Tara stepped up beside Neo. Her voice was flat.

"He’s telling the truth."

Then the tears came harder. She tried to hold them in, shoulders shaking. Sai moved in at once, rubbed slow circles on Tara’s back, and spoke soft and steady.

"My dear girl, don’t hide it. Let everything out."

Tara shook her head at first. Sai took her hand and squeezed.

"We’re here. You don’t have to carry it alone."

Tara finally nodded. She wiped her face with the back of her wrist, looked at the merchant one last time, and moved.

She was in front of him in a flash. One punch. His head exploded like a ripe melon.

Tara turned back to Neo, blood still wet on her fist.

"This slave organization is called Black Fang. They do everything—slave trading, drugs, prostitution. It is the strongest organization on the whole continent. They control everything from the small towns to the big kingdoms, and sometimes even the religious institutions by themselves."

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