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Neo realized the job they had been handed would drain him dry if he kept going the way he was. The waves never stopped. Monsters poured out of the breach in groups that grew and shrank without pattern—two, then seven, then seventeen. Each kill left his arms heavier and his lungs tighter. He opened his system interface with a thought, scrolled past the list of combat skills, and selected the one that boosted stamina and regeneration every time he put a monster down. The skill locked in. Warmth spread through his muscles. The next wave hit, and he felt the difference at once.

He kept killing. Spear in hand, he drove the point through scaled throats and cracked bone. The weapon was solid but clumsy. Every thrust burned more mana than a clean cut from a shorter blade would have. Nara fought beside him, her own spear flashing, but her breathing grew louder and her steps slower. Sweat darkened the fabric of her uniform. The thin cloth clung to her hips and the curve of her chest each time she swung. Neo noticed without slowing his own rhythm. The skill fed him energy with every kill, but nothing fed her.

By the time a larger wave broke, Nara’s legs trembled. Her spear tip dipped. Neo saw her knees buckle and moved before she fell. He caught her under the arms, lifted her clean off the ground, and carried her toward the guard post. She was lighter than she looked, soft in places his hands should not have lingered. He set her on the wooden chair inside the small stone room and stepped back.

"Rest," he said.

Nara shook her head hard. "I can’t. If the captain sees me sitting while you’re still out there, I’m finished. Rules are clear."

Neo looked at her. Dirt streaked her cheek. Her lips were dry. The uniform shirt had pulled open one button during the fight, showing the top of a white bra and the soft swell beneath it. He kept his voice even.

"Then pay me for the extra work. We both keep quiet. No one fires anyone."

Her eyes narrowed. "Pay you how?"

He unbuckled his belt, pushed his trousers down, and let his cock hang free. Thick, already half-hard, veins standing out along the shaft. The head was flushed dark. "This much. You suck me off."

Nara’s face went red with anger. She started to stand. Neo stepped closer and spoke before she could.

"Think about the money you and your husband need. Be honest. He sends you out in clothes like that. Men look. Accidents happen. You’re a beautiful woman. This is a small price for the life you both want. I stay quiet. I fight the rest of the patrol for you. You keep the job."

She froze. The words settled. Her husband’s face rose in her mind—the way his eyes stayed calm whenever a stranger’s hand brushed her hip or stared too long at her chest. He never objected. The bills on their table were real. The goal of a better apartment, better food, was real. She looked at Neo’s cock again. It was bigger than her husband’s. Thicker. The smell of sweat and skin already reached her.

She crouched. Her fingers shook as she pulled his trousers lower. She gave herself no time to talk her way out of it. She opened her mouth and took him in.

Neo’s breath caught. The sudden wet heat of her mouth wrapped around the head, then slid deeper. Her tongue pressed against the underside. Soft. Warm. She bobbed once, twice, and the pink mist he had released earlier in the room thickened the air between them. Pleasure spiked sharp and clean. His toes curled inside his boots.

Nara’s thoughts spun. The weight of him on her tongue was heavier than she expected. Salty skin. The thick veins dragged along her lips. She could feel every ridge. When she pushed farther, the head bumped the back of her throat. Her eyes watered. She did not pull away. One hand stayed on the base of his cock; the other slipped between her own legs and pressed against the damp cloth of her underwear. Heat built there. Shame and need mixed until she could not tell them apart.

Neo watched her. From above he saw the stretch of her lips around his shaft, the way her cheeks hollowed, the bounce of her breasts each time her head moved. Her uniform shirt gaped wider. He could see the dark outline of her nipples through the thin bra. His hands settled on the back of her head. He thrust once, slow, then harder. The wet sounds filled the small room—schlurp, glurk, soft wet clicks each time her lips met the base.

"That’s it," he muttered. "Take it deeper. Good girl."

She moaned around him. The vibration traveled up his cock. He fucked her mouth in steady strokes, feeling the tight ring of her throat open and close. Spit ran down her chin and onto her chest. Her free hand rubbed faster between her thighs. Neo’s muscles locked. Broad shoulders flexed. Thick arms held her steady. His cock pulsed hard.

He came with a low groan. Thick ropes flooded her throat. Nara’s eyes went wide. There was too much. She swallowed, coughed, swallowed again. Cum leaked from the corners of her mouth. She kept drinking until the last pulse faded. When he finally pulled free, a thin string of spit and seed connected her lower lip to the head of his cock.

She rose on shaky legs, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at him. "Keep your word."

Neo nodded, already tucking himself away. "I will. Rest. I finish the shift alone."

He walked out. Nara sank back into the chair. Her lips felt swollen and sore. She touched them, then licked once. The taste was different from anything she had known—thicker, hotter, unmistakably male. She could still feel the imprint of his rough hands holding her head, the scratch of the hair at his base against her nose when he pushed all the way in, the heavy warmth of the veins pulsing on her tongue. She shook her head hard.

"One time," she whispered. "Next shift I bring water. I rest between waves. This does not happen again."

Outside, Neo returned to the breach. The skill kept feeding him. Waves came and went. Then a larger group arrived—forty monsters moving together. Pyro, geo, hydro, and wind attributes mixed in a coordinated pack. They used each other’s strengths. Fireballs bounced off stone shields. Water jets cooled super-heated claws. Wind pushed the whole mass forward faster than any single creature should have moved.

Neo cursed under his breath. Even with the stamina skill the numbers would grind him down. He switched into torch-man mode. The burden on his core lightened at once. Sensitivity rose. Control sharpened. He raised one hand and fired thin beams of pure pyro energy. The beams did little damage on their own, but each one marked a core and left a thin thread of his own mana behind.

He worked methodically. Beam after beam. Thread after thread. When the last monster carried his mark, Neo closed his fist. The threads tightened inside every core at once, disrupting the balance of power that kept the creatures alive. All forty dropped in the same second. Bodies hit the dirt and stayed still.

Later a rare electricity-type appeared. Blue arcs danced across its hide. Neo kept distance, firing long-range spells that forced the monster to dodge and waste energy. When it finally staggered he finished it with a precise strike and stored the corpse in his inventory. The rest of the smaller waves fell to the same steady rhythm.

Then the ground shook. A red ghoul stepped through the breach. Twenty meters tall, thick arms ending in massive clubs of bone and stone. For its size the thing moved with shocking speed. Each swing cracked the air. Neo stayed back, using the ghoul’s bulk against it. Long-range spells hammered the joints and the thick neck. He drained its strength one measured hit at a time. The ghoul’s movements slowed. Its breath came in heavy pants. Steam rose from its red hide.

Neo shifted into Lord of the End mode. Power flooded his limbs. He drew the Sword of Nothingness and closed the distance in a single blur. The blade cut once, clean through the core. The massive body locked, then toppled. Dust rose in a wide cloud.

Neo stood over the fallen ghoul, chest rising and falling, the sword still in his hand.

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