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Neo nodded, eyes locked on Rose. "You’re keeping your promise, right?"

She wiped the blood from her lip and stood. He handed her the healing potion. She drank it in one long swallow. The cuts sealed. The bruises faded. Color returned to her face.

"Thank you," she said.

He turned to leave the tent. She caught his arm, expression sharp.

"Don’t let your guard down. Some of these cow women are cunning. They’ll try underhanded methods. Blackmail. Tricks. Watch yourself."

Neo nodded once and stepped out into the open.

The center of the cow tribe stretched ahead of him. Cow women moved everywhere—tall, full-hipped, many of them wearing little more than torn rags that barely covered their heavy breasts and thick thighs. Some walked barefoot. Others carried spears or baskets. A few glanced his way, ears flicking, tails swaying.

He grinned. This place was any man’s paradise, and right now he stood in the middle of it.

Neo stripped without hesitation. Clothes went into his inventory. His cock rose hard and heavy, twelve inches of thick meat pointing skyward. From the system shop he pulled a simple wooden stall and an empty plate. He set the stall in an open spot near the main path, then scrawled on the plate in clear letters:

**Cleaning services! 1k mana stones per session. Each session one minute.**

He stepped in front of the stall, took his cock in one hand, and let it hang free, heavy and ready.

A purple-haired cow woman approached first. Young, but with the full curves of her kind—wide hips, soft belly, breasts that strained against the thin cloth of her rags. She was the daughter of an elder and never short on stones. She dropped a thousand mana stones into his palm, eyes curious.

"What does being naked have to do with cleaning?" she asked.

Neo pocketed the stones, walked behind her, and yanked the rags down. Her huge ass came free—round, firm, the skin smooth and warm under his palms. He gave one cheek a loud, open-handed slap. The sound cracked across the clearing. She gasped.

"Hands on the counter," he ordered.

She bent forward, palms flat on the wood. Neo lined up and pushed his cock straight into her tight asshole. The ring stretched around him, hot and gripping. He didn’t ease in. He slammed deep and started thrusting hard and fast, hips pistoning so quick his shaft blurred into afterimages. Wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* sounds filled the air. Her head flew back. She arched, moaning, tail thrashing.

He pulled out the second the minute ended.

She spun, eyes wide and furious. "Why did you stop?!"

He pointed at the sign. "One minute."

Her mouth opened. Then she shoved another ten thousand stones at him. "Ten minutes!"

Neo took them, pushed her back over the counter, and this time sank into her dripping pussy. He fucked her without mercy—long, deep strokes that made her heavy tits bounce and slap together. She came hard, walls clamping down, juices running down her thighs. He kept going. Another orgasm tore through her. Then another. He refused to finish inside. These women were enemies. The last thing he wanted was to strengthen them.

When the time was up he pulled free. She dropped to the ground, legs shaking, and stayed there a long moment before she rose and staggered away.

Word spread fast. Within the hour every cow woman in the area had heard. They came in groups—curious, greedy, already wet between the legs. Neo took their stones, bent them over the stall, and fucked them. Ass after ass. Sometimes pussy. He stopped keeping track of faces. All he saw was a pair of thick cheeks, a payment, and a hole to fill. Wet slaps, ragged moans, the wet *plap-plap-plap* of his hips against soft flesh. He worked through the day without pause.

One cow woman finished her session, stood on shaky legs, and tried to walk off without paying. Neo caught her wrist.

"Payment."

She tried to pull free. He checked her status and felt the power radiating off her—general rank, same level as Rose. She snarled and struck first. Her fist cracked against his raised arm. The impact sent a shock through his bones. She grabbed his throat next and slammed him into the dirt hard enough to leave a deep dent.

Neo flooded his body with mana. His fists glowed. He drove a punch into her ribs. She blocked, countered, and the two of them traded brutal blows right there in the open. Cow women gathered in a wide circle, whispering. A slave holding his own against a general.

He was losing ground. Her strength and experience showed. Neo shifted tactics. He snapped a rapid series of kicks into her chest—karate-sharp, powered by pure stamina. She staggered, recovered, and came at him again. Fists and feet flew. Dirt and dust rose around them. The crowd murmured louder.

In the end Neo’s endurance won. He outlasted her. When she finally dropped to one knee, breathing hard, he stood over her, chest heaving, knuckles split.

She rose slowly, pulled a thousand mana stones from her pouch, and pressed them into his hand.

"Sorry," she muttered, then turned and left without another word.

The sun was dropping low. Neo stored the stall back into his inventory and headed for Rose’s tent. She stood at a low counter, cooking something that smelled rich and meaty. He walked up behind her, lifted her skirt, and slid his cock straight into her warm, wet pussy in one smooth thrust.

Rose’s breath hitched. Her cow tail swayed hard against his stomach. "Oh... you came."

She braced her hands on the counter. Neo fucked her deep and steady, hands gripping her full hips, watching the way her soft ass jiggled with every impact. Her walls fluttered around him. When he finally came he flooded her with thick ropes of seed, holding her tight against him until the last pulse faded.

Rose sighed, straightened her skirt, and glanced over her shoulder. "Let’s go eat."

Seven days passed the same way.

Every morning Neo set up the stall. Cow women lined up. He took their stones and fucked them—ass, pussy, whatever they paid for. He never finished inside the strangers. At night he returned to Rose, bent her over whatever surface was closest, and came deep in her each time. She never complained. Her moans grew louder. Her body grew more eager.

By the end of the seventh day he had fucked every cow woman in the tribe except the generals and the queen. More important, the stones added up. Fifty million mana stones sat in his inventory. He spent them without hesitation, pushing his strength straight to level 9.

That night, after he had spent himself inside Rose again, he lay beside her and spoke quietly.

"Want to leave this tribe? Become mine?"

Rose turned her head. For a long moment she said nothing. Then she nodded.

"I’m sick of being a general. Sick of orders. These seven days... I enjoyed them. Enjoyed you."

Neo smiled. "I’m not really a slave. I’m a human tribal chief. I own my own tribe. Become my woman."

Her grin spread wide and hungry. Now that he was rich, she could simply enjoy getting fucked whenever she wanted. She nodded again.

"Good," Neo said. "I’m leaving. But first..."

For the first time in days he put his clothes back on. Then he slipped out into the dark and made his way to the cow queen’s tent. He moved silent, breathing shallow, and eased close enough to hear voices inside.

The queen stood facing a massive demon. Her voice was calm and certain.

"Once three days pass we would destroy Nyx tribe and get the Nyx ring from under it."

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