Neo kept driving deep into Snow from behind, his thick cock stretching her tight walls with every hard thrust. Her white hair spilled across the sheets like fresh snow, and her full, soft ass bounced against his hips with wet, filthy smacks—*plap plap plap*. He gripped her waist, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and watched the way her body took him. Her cunt was hot and slick, clenching around his shaft every time he bottomed out. From his view, the sight of his veined cock disappearing between her plump cheeks was pure fire. Sweat ran down the hard lines of his muscled back and arms; his broad shoulders flexed with each powerful drive, and his thick, powerful legs braced firm on the bed.
Snow looked back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed pink, and grinned at him. That little smirk hit him right in the gut. She clenched her ass hard around his cock on purpose, squeezing him tight like a fist. The sudden pressure ripped a groan from his throat. "Fuck—Snow—" he growled, and then he came, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside her. She felt every pulse, the hot wet heat filling her up, and her eyes fluttered with satisfaction.
They did not stop. The night became a blur of every position and technique they knew. He flipped her onto her back and pinned her wrists, pounding into her while she stared up at his hard, sweat-slick chest and the heavy muscles of his arms. From her view, Neo looked like a carved statue of pure male strength—broad shoulders, thick biceps, the V of his hips flexing as he fucked her. She loved the weight of him, the way his heavy cock stretched her open, the wet *schlick* sounds filling the room every time he slammed home. "Harder," she breathed, voice husky. "Fill me up again."
He did. He bent her over the edge of the bed next, one big hand spanning her lower back while the other reached around to rub her clit. Snow’s moans turned high and needy. She pushed her ass back against him, chasing every thrust. When he pulled out and made her ride him, she sank down on his cock with a long, satisfied sigh, hands braced on his solid chest. From Neo’s view, her soft breasts bounced with every roll of her hips, nipples tight and pink, white hair sticking to the sweat on her neck. He gripped her ass cheeks and spread them, watching his cock slide in and out of her dripping cunt. "That’s it," he rasped. "Take it all. Milk me."
Snow leaned down and kissed him messy, tongues sliding together while she rode him harder. The wet sounds of their bodies, the creak of the bed, her soft gasps and his low grunts filled the room for hours. They tried everything—her on her side with one leg hooked over his shoulder, him eating her out until her thighs shook, her sucking his cock until he came down her throat, then flipping her over and taking her again from behind while she clenched and came around him with a broken cry. By the time exhaustion finally pulled them under, both of them were marked with sweat, cum, and the deep, satisfied ache of a night spent fucking like animals.
Morning light crept through the window. Snow stirred first. Neo cleaned them both with quiet efficiency, wiping the sticky mess from her thighs and his own skin before they pulled on their clothes. Snow watched him the whole time, memory of the night still clear in her eyes—the way his thick cock had filled her, the power in his muscled arms and legs, the heat of his body covering hers. She tried her mana the way he had shown her. Power surged through her limbs, stronger than anything she had felt before. Her eyes went wide. She spun toward him, jumped, and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Her soft body pressed against his hard chest. She kissed him full on the mouth, warm and grateful.
"Thank you for helping me," she said against his lips.
Neo’s hands settled on her ass, squeezing the soft flesh through her clothes. "You’re welcome. Now go crush that test."
Snow nodded, still holding onto him. "Will you come watch?"
He shook his head. "No. It’s too bad, Snow, but I have things to do. I won’t be able to be there."
A flicker of sadness crossed her face, but he patted her head gently, fingers sliding through her white hair. "Next time we meet, we’ll resume our training. I promise."
Her smile returned, bright and eager. She kissed him again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against his in a slow, wet drag that reminded them both of the night before. Neo’s hands stayed on her ass. He gave one cheek a firm smack, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Don’t worry. When we meet again, I’ll train you with the same intensity as before."
Snow nodded, cheeks still warm. "What time will that be?"
He kept one hand on her soft rear, thumb stroking. "I’ll be the one visiting you when the time comes. Alright?"
"Alright." She looked up at him, eyes soft. "I really liked our training. I felt a lot of security feeling you inside me."
Neo’s chest tightened for a second. He cupped the back of her head and pressed a kiss to her white hair, breathing in the clean scent of her. Looking at her like this—flushed, grateful, still carrying the memory of his cock inside her—he could not deny she was a good woman. Too bad. In his mind she was already filed under one-time stand. Their paths would not cross again if he could help it.
A soft knock came at the door. A maid stepped in, looking nervous. "Sir... I have a problem. It happened while I was cleaning one of the rooms."
Neo turned, still holding Snow lightly. "What room do you mean?"
The maid gestured for him to follow. They walked the long hallways until they reached a heavy door set deep at the back of the wing. Neo put his hand on the handle and pushed. It did not budge.
"That’s the problem," the maid said quickly. "This room only opens for one hour each day, after five in the afternoon. I fear entering it. I hear loud wails from inside. And the most important part—I saw a huge man holding two axes with blood dripping from them. He had a pig face and was grinning. He told me my meat would be a great new addition."
Neo nodded once. He put both hands on the maid’s shoulders, steady and firm. "Go to the previous elder. Tell her to compensate you with money. Take the rest of the day off."
The maid nodded, relief clear on her face, and hurried away. Neo checked the time. Four o’clock. One hour left. He tightened his grip on his spear and waited in the hallway, eyes locked on the door.
At exactly five the door swung open on its own. Neo moved instantly, driving a nuclear reactor strike into the dark space beyond. He had planned to throw the spear, but the butcher was already too close—only a few meters away, a towering bulk of muscle and blood-slick axes. The pig-faced monster grabbed the shaft of Neo’s spear mid-thrust, yanked hard, and dragged him bodily into the room. The door slammed shut behind them with a heavy, final thud.
A notification flashed across Neo’s vision.
*You have entered a special realm: the Butcher House.
Objective: Beat the butcher and escape the room. Free the trapped souls inside.
Time remaining: 2 hours.
Failure: Your death. The death of everyone you love. The death of the whole forest.
Reward: Ability to shrink things when they become too big.*
Neo’s throat tightened. The butcher started walking toward him, raising one massive axe. The blade whistled through the air as it swung down.
Neo tried to dodge. His body refused to move. Another notification appeared.
*Reason the host cannot move: This realm follows a special rule. The moment the butcher lifts its axe to swing, the enemy enters freeze mode and cannot move until the strike lands.*
"System," Neo said under his breath, eyes locked on the descending blade. "How do I break this?"
Silence answered him. The system offered nothing. Neo’s eyes narrowed. He already had the answer. Attack before the lift.
He activated Eye of the Eagle, layered on the micro-movement vision skill, then stacked the movement-tracking skill on top. The three fused into a new ability that burned bright in his mind: Tracker, S-rank. The world sharpened. He saw the exact twitch of muscle in the butcher’s shoulder the instant before the next axe rose.
Neo exploded into motion. Torch Man mode ignited around him in a flare of heat and light. He launched upward and unleashed a technique he had not used in a long time—Star Explosion. The blast tore through the butcher’s raised arm. Flesh and bone parted. The severed limb hit the floor with a wet, heavy sound. Neo stored it in a flash and pressed the attack, slamming another nuclear reactor strike into the monster’s chest. In the same breath he switched to Dark Monarch mode. Shadows coiled around him. He drew the Sword of Nothingness and drove the black blade forward.
The butcher roared and swung its remaining arm, the second axe screaming toward Neo’s head.
Neo activated his transportation skill. Space folded. He vanished from the path of the blade and reappeared far across the room, already turning to face the one-armed monster again.
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