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Neo was dragged toward the prison tent the cow women had set up on the edge of their camp. Rough hands shoved him inside. The space was bare except for a few crates and a low bedroll. He was the only prisoner here.

The same cow woman from earlier stood waiting. She had soft brown hair, curved horns, and a full, heavy body that filled out her simple skirt and top. She grinned at him, eyes bright with open hunger. Without a word she reached down, hooked her thumbs under the waist of her skirt, and pushed it off. The cloth dropped to the floor. Her plump, thick thighs came into view, smooth and strong, leading up to a completely naked pussy already glistening in the dim light.

"Hurry up," she said, voice low and eager.

Neo knew what was expected. He freed his cock. It hung heavy and thick, already hardening under her stare. She sat facing him on the edge of a crate, legs spread, and waited. He stepped between her thighs, lined himself up, and pushed in.

Her eyes went wide. "Fuck—such a huge dick..." The words came out as a curse mixed with pure want. She wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling herself flush against his broad chest. Her soft breasts pressed into the hard plane of muscle there. Then she started moving, rising and dropping, taking him deep.

Wet sounds filled the tent—*schlick, schlick*—as her pussy stretched around him. Neo felt the tight, hot grip of her, the way her inner walls fluttered and squeezed. Sweat already beaded on her skin. From her side she saw the solid width of his shoulders, the thick cords of muscle in his arms as he held her hips, the powerful flex of his thighs every time he met her downward motion with a thrust of his own. His cock stretched her full, the thick ridge dragging along every sensitive spot inside.

She rode him harder, breath turning ragged. "So big... filling me up..."

Neo’s hands gripped the soft give of her ass, feeling the heat of her skin. He drove up into her, the wet slap of their bodies growing louder. Her thighs trembled against his sides. The pressure built fast. He came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. She gasped and clenched around him, riding out the last pulses until he was spent.

She rose slowly, cum already starting to leak down her inner thigh. She pulled her skirt back on, smoothed it once, and gave him a satisfied look. "You good. I’ll tell the chief about you."

Then she left. Neo watched her go. Her full ass cheeks rolled under the thin fabric with every step, and a slow trickle of his cum slipped from her pussy, shining against the soft skin of her thigh before she disappeared from sight.

Not long after, footsteps approached. A group of cow women entered the tent. The same one from before stood among them. In the center walked their queen. She was a golden-skinned cow woman with long blond hair that fell in soft waves past her shoulders. Her curves were striking—full breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips that moved with easy authority.

She looked Neo over once, cool and assessing. Then she spoke to the women beside her. "Take him to the mines to work. Or make him pull our carriages like a horse."

The woman Neo had just fucked paused. She stepped forward. "Chief, I would buy him from you."

The queen turned, surprise flickering across her face. She studied her general for a second, then grinned. "One hundred thousand mana stones." The number was absurd, clearly meant to force a retreat.

Rose—her name, Neo learned in that moment—did not hesitate. She paid.

The queen’s eyes widened at the massive sum. She recovered quickly and nodded. "Very well. It’s your own loss." She turned and left with the others.

Rose looked at Neo. A sharp grin cut across her face. She grabbed the collar around his neck and lifted, forcing his head up. "You are my slave now."

Neo nodded once.

She led him out of the prison tent and across the camp to her own. Inside, the space was larger, with a proper bed and a few weapons leaning against the wall. Rose shoved him hard. Neo hit the ground on his back. She stripped without pause—top, skirt, everything—until she stood naked. Full breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, and that same wet pussy still marked by him.

Neo grinned. Time to show what he really was. After the last quest he had poured mana stones into his strength. His base had climbed to star level 7. With his hax active it hit 9.

Rose’s eyes widened as the air around him shifted. She lunged, using her own strength to pin him and straddle his hips, ready to ride. Neo’s power answered. He broke her grip easily, reversed their positions, and forced her down onto her back.

Rose cursed under her breath, shock plain on her face. This slave was not simple. She was an archer at level 8; her physical strength topped out around star 6. Yet he had overpowered her without effort.

Neo freed his cock again—twelve thick inches, hard and ready. He caught both of her ankles, pushed her legs up until her feet were near her head, and folded her open. Then he lined up and drove in.

The mating press locked her completely under him. His broad shoulders blocked out most of the tent above her. Muscled arms braced on either side of her head. Thick thighs powered every deep thrust. From her view he looked massive—solid chest, the heavy flex of his abs with each stroke, sweat already shining on his skin. His cock stretched her wider than before, the thick head punching deep on every thrust.

Wet *plap-plap-plap* sounds filled the tent. Rose’s mouth fell open. Coherent thought started to slip. "Haa... ah... so deep—"

Neo fucked her without pause. He watched her breasts bounce with every impact, watched the flush climb her neck, watched her eyes lose focus. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, slick and hot. Sweat ran down the valley of her stomach. From his side her body was pure soft heat and strength—thick thighs trembling in his grip, the soft give of her ass under his hips, the tight, greedy squeeze of her cunt trying to milk him.

He kept the pace ruthless. Rose’s moans turned broken. Her tongue slipped out. Pleasure wiped every sharp thought from her face until she was just taking it, mouth hanging open, body jerking under each heavy thrust.

Neo came hard inside her, filling her a second time. Thick heat flooded her. He pulled out, stood, and turned toward the tent flap.

Rose’s hand shot out and locked around his ankle. Her eyes were clear again, and hard. "If you try to run from here I will shout until the Queen hears you."

Neo stopped. He was not strong enough to face the queen yet. He looked down at her. "Can I stay here for a while? Seven days at most." The quest timer in his mind still showed ten days remaining. "And I have a condition."

Rose fell silent. Curiosity won. "You can stay. But what is your condition?" She had already decided she would refuse if it was too crazy.

Neo reached down, gripped his still-slick cock, and held it up. "I want to set a stall here. For only seven days I sell my services. Cleaning services. I clean the assholes of every cow woman in this camp. One thousand mana stones per session. Each session lasts one minute." He grinned. He planned to use the old world’s dopamine chase—make them pay, then leave them craving more so they came back for extra.

Rose studied him for a long moment. Then she nodded. "Okay. But first you beat me in a fight. If you win, you can work. Condition is you come back here before the sun goes down. Most important—never bring your customers here. No fucking inside this tent."

Both of them stood and faced each other. Fists rose.

Rose took a deep breath and launched a high-speed kick packed with power. Neo blocked, but the force still blasted him backward. His boots carved a deep trench in the dirt floor. Pain flared through his forearm—bone cracked.

Before he could reset, her next kick filled his vision. The sole of her foot smashed into his face and sent him flying. He slammed into the ground hard enough to knock the air from his lungs.

Neo rolled and rose fast. Darkness mana coated both fists. His body shifted into Lord of the End mode. He charged. The first punch drove into her belly. Rose’s eyes flew wide. He followed with a rapid barrage of kicks and punches, each one landing with solid weight. Her skin reddened under the impacts.

She planted her feet, gathered mana, and fired a full-power kick into his ribs. Neo flew again. She was already moving, three consecutive kicks so fast they lifted him off the ground and kept him airborne. Then she switched to punches—hard, precise, switching between fists and feet without pause. Damage stacked.

Neo pulled in a deep breath loaded with mana and coated his entire body. The two of them locked into a brutal exchange. Kicks met punches. Blocks shattered. The tent filled with the sound of impact and heavy breathing. The fight stretched long.

In the end Neo won by the width of a hair.

He stood over her, breathing hard, looking down at Rose’s battered body. Purple bruises and rose-colored marks covered her skin. Sweat shone everywhere. She grinned up at him. Neo’s fist was still clenched above her, blood running down his knuckles.

"What makes you grin?" he asked.

She answered, voice rough but clear. "The fact the one who fucked me is way stronger than me."

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