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Neo and Greenla pushed deeper into the forest, the trees growing thicker and the light dimming under the heavy canopy. Neo kept his senses sharp, spear ready in one hand. Greenla walked a few steps behind him until she suddenly stopped and pointed at a wide tree trunk.

"Captain, I need to pee."

Neo nodded once. "Behind the tree. Stay close. I’ll watch."

She slipped behind the trunk. Neo turned his back to her and scanned the woods, listening for anything that did not belong. The soft sound of her relieving herself reached him a moment later. He stayed still, eyes moving from shadow to shadow.

Then he heard them—three sets of heavy footsteps, the scrape of armor, low voices speaking in the demon tongue. A patrol. Neo’s grip tightened on the spear.

"Greenla," he said quietly without turning. "Do not come out. No matter what."

He shifted into torch man mode. Power flooded his limbs. His muscles locked tight, ready. The moment the three demons stepped into view, Neo lunged.

The first two were only star 7. Neo’s spear punched through the chest of the lead one before the creature could raise its weapon. He ripped the spear free and spun, driving the tip up under the second demon’s jaw. Both dropped in under three seconds. Black blood sprayed across the leaves.

The third was star 9, thicker and faster. It roared and swung a heavy axe. Neo met the blow with the shaft of his spear, the impact jarring his arms. They traded strikes—metal ringing, feet tearing up dirt. The demon was strong, but Neo was stronger. He waited for the opening, then unleashed the nuclear reactor move. Raw force exploded from his core. The star 9 demon’s knees slammed into the ground. Its axe flew from its hands.

Neo stepped in, seized the demon by the head, and forced its face up.

"Talk. How many of you are inside the factory? Strength levels. And the leader."

The demon gasped, blood running from its mouth. "Two hundred fifty... all of us. Lowest are star 4. Strongest workers are star 11. I am middle manager rank."

"The leader," Neo growled.

"Fourteen-star. Name is Ragnarok."

Neo’s eyes stayed cold. He had what he needed. One clean twist of his hands and the demon’s neck snapped. The body collapsed.

He wiped the spear on the grass and walked back to the tree. Greenla peeked out, eyes wide.

"Captain... I dirtied my clothes. We need a river. I can’t stay like this."

Neo felt a vein pulse at his temple. Of course she had. He closed his eyes for half a second, then activated his hearing skill. Distant water rushed somewhere to the east. He reached out, closed his hand around her wrist, and pulled her along.

They reached the river in minutes. Clear water ran over smooth stones. Greenla walked straight into the middle until the current touched her thighs. She turned and looked at Neo with a blank, helpless expression.

"I don’t know how to clean myself."

The vein in Neo’s forehead throbbed harder. His head felt ready to split from pure airheaded nonsense. He unfastened his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free—twelve thick inches, heavy and already half-hard from the fight and the sight of her standing wet in the river.

Greenla’s eyes locked on it. She pointed straight at the thick shaft.

"Is it milk time?"

Neo nodded once. He stepped into the water, closed the distance, and stripped her clothes off without a word. Fabric dropped onto the rocks. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her easily. Greenla wrapped her arms around his neck and clung. Neo lined himself up and pushed inside.

Her eyes flew wide. A sharp sound left her throat as the thick head stretched her open. Inch by inch he sank deeper, forcing her tight walls to take every ridge. Greenla bit down on his broad shoulder, teeth pressing into hard muscle.

"Why... why is the milk ride hurting?"

Neo’s hand cracked across one full, round ass cheek. The wet slap echoed over the water. He kept his grip possessive on her thigh, holding her open.

"Give it a moment. You’ll feel good."

She nodded against his neck, burying her face there, arms locking tighter. Neo started thrusting. Each stroke drove his cock deeper, the wet meat-clapping sound of his hips meeting her soft ass filling the riverbank—plap, plap, plap. Water splashed around them. Greenla’s breath hitched, then broke into a moan.

"Yes, Captain... I feel good. Is this milk? It’s very good. I want more."

Neo’s jaw tightened. He kept pounding into her, the thick shaft stretching her over and over. From his view he saw everything—her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest, the way her belly trembled with every thrust, the shiny stretch of her pussy lips around his girth. Her ass bounced under his hands, full and warm. Sweat mixed with river water on both of them. His own body was pure power: thick, corded arms holding her weight, broad shoulders blocking the light, muscular legs braced in the current, hips rolling with steady force.

Greenla felt every inch of him. His cock was so big it forced her open completely. She saw the hard lines of his chest and shoulders, the way sweat ran down the ridges of muscle, the focused look in his eyes. Each thrust sent sparks through her core. The pain melted into heat. She clung harder, moaning into his neck while the wet plaps grew louder and faster.

Neo drove deep and held there as he came. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, flooding her so full that her lower belly rounded slightly. He hugged her tight against his body, still buried to the base. Greenla kissed his cheek, soft and grateful.

"Thank you, Captain."

Neo looked down at her face—flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted. Cute in a way that made something in his chest tighten. He started thrusting again without pulling out. Fresh cum mixed with the last load, the schlick of it loud every time he bottomed out. He came a second time, then a third, each pulse making her belly bulge more. Greenla only moaned and held on, taking every drop.

Finally he stopped. He lowered her into the water and cleaned her carefully, washing the mess from her thighs and the sticky trails that ran down her skin. Then he helped her back into her clothes. Greenla’s eyes were already heavy. She leaned against his arm and drifted off. Neo lifted her without effort and carried her back through the forest to the tent.

Inside, the other girls looked up. Neo laid Greenla down on the bedding. She stayed asleep, face peaceful. Metatron’s lips curved into a wide smile. She flashed Neo a thumbs-up. The faint smell of sex clung to Greenla’s skin and clothes; Metatron clearly liked it that way. Her eyes flicked to Bilial, who was staring at Neo with an unreadable expression. Metatron’s smile sharpened. It was only a matter of time before Bilial got fucked too.

Neo straightened. "I’m going to attack the factory. Take these." He handed out the magic scrolls. "Use them if anything urgent or dangerous happens. You can reach me."

The girls nodded. Neo stepped outside, raised a barrier around the tent that sealed the area tight, and walked away into the dark.

He moved fast and silent. When the factory came into view, he stopped at the edge of the trees. Two demons stood at the main door—both star 5, spears in hand, talking in low voices. Neo studied them for a long minute, weighing angles and distance. Alerting the ones inside would be suicide. He needed them dead without a sound.

He picked up a stone and threw it into the bushes to the left, then shook a nearby branch hard enough to make leaves rattle. One demon turned.

"I’ll check it. You stay on the door."

"Yeah. I got it."

The first demon walked into the undergrowth. Neo waited until it was deep enough, then rose behind it. The sword of the nothingness whispered out. One clean cut across the spine and the demon dropped without a cry. Neo dragged the body deeper into the brush and covered it.

He circled wide. The second guard still faced the direction of the noise. Neo tossed another stone farther to the opposite side. The demon’s head snapped that way. Neo exploded from the other direction, sword already swinging. The blade took the guard through the back of the neck. The body folded. Neo hauled it into the same bush as the first.

The door was clear. He pushed it open and slipped inside. The factory stretched out in dim red light and the constant clank of metal. Neo moved along the outer wall until he found a massive iron block and dropped behind it. From there he watched.

Dozens of demons moved across the floor. Most carried black boxes—some glowing with red energy, others dull. Batteries. Workers charging weapons. Neo’s eyes tracked their ranks. On the second floor the demons were stronger—star 8 and higher. Two of them walked the upper walkway, each carrying the clear weight of star 12 power.

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