Neo realized the job they had been handed would be far more tiring than he first expected. The endless waves of monsters outside the guard post showed no sign of thinning, and the night stretched long ahead of them. He opened his system interface with a quick mental command, scrolling through the list of skills until he found one that boosted stamina and regenerated energy the more monsters he killed. He activated it without hesitation. The moment the skill locked in, a steady warmth spread through his limbs, easing the early burn in his muscles.
Wave after wave came. Sometimes only two or three monsters at once. Other times the numbers climbed as high as seventeen. Neo kept moving, spear in hand, cutting them down one after another. The weapon let him conserve a portion of his mana and physical strength with every thrust and sweep, but the constant fighting still took its toll. Beside him, Nara’s breathing grew heavier. Her strikes slowed. Her legs began to tremble under the weight of her own armor and the nonstop demands of the patrol.
When Neo saw her knees nearly buckle, he acted. He closed the distance in a few long strides, slid an arm around her waist, and lifted her clean off the ground. Her body felt soft and warm against the hard muscle of his chest and the broad line of his shoulders. He carried her straight to the guard post, kicked the door open, and set her down on the nearest chair.
"Rest," he said.
Nara’s hand shot out and gripped his forearm. "No. The rules are clear. If I’m caught sitting while my partner works, I get fired."
Neo looked down at her. Sweat darkened the fabric of her tight patrol uniform, the material clinging to the full curves of her breasts and the soft swell of her hips. "Then pay me for the extra effort. We both keep our mouths shut."
She started to refuse, already pushing herself up to fight again. The moment her weight settled on her legs, the weakness hit her full force. She would not last another wave. A quiet sigh left her. "How am I supposed to pay you?"
Neo reached down, freed his cock, and let it hang heavy and thick in the open air. Veins stood out along the shaft. The head was already flushed dark. "Suck me off."
Nara’s eyes went wide. Anger flashed across her face. She half-rose from the chair, ready to shove him away. Neo’s voice stayed even.
"Remember the money you and your husband need. Be honest. He sends you out in clothes that show everything. He doesn’t seem to mind when other men look or touch. You’re a beautiful woman. Accidents like this happen. Make this small sacrifice for the life you want. I stay quiet and finish the patrol for both of us."
The words landed. Nara’s gaze dropped to the thick cock in front of her, then lifted back to Neo’s face. She thought of her husband’s eyes every time a stranger’s hand brushed her body in public—the lack of anger, the quiet acceptance. She thought of the debt waiting at home. After a long second she slid off the chair and sank to her knees.
She did not give herself time to change her mind. Her fingers hooked into Neo’s pants and pulled them lower. The heavy length of his cock sprang free, hot against her cheek. She opened her mouth and took him in.
Neo’s eyes narrowed at the sudden wet heat. He had not expected her to actually do it. Earlier he had released a thin thread of pink mist into the closed room, just enough to soften resistance, but he had not been sure it would be enough. Now her soft lips stretched around the thick head, and the first slide of her tongue along the underside made his toes curl inside his boots.
Nara worked him with steady, determined motions. She bobbed her head, taking more of him each time, until the blunt tip pressed against the back of her throat. Her throat muscles fluttered and squeezed around the intrusion. One of her hands slipped between her own thighs, rubbing herself through the thin fabric of her uniform while she sucked. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the small post—*schluck, schluck, glk*—wet and rhythmic.
Neo stared down at her. From his angle he could see the way her lips stretched tight around his girth, the glistening spit that trailed down her chin, the soft bounce of her breasts each time she took him deeper. He felt the heat of her mouth, the flutter of her throat, the way her tongue pressed and swirled. His broad shoulders flexed as he reached down and gathered her hair in one large hand, steadying her. His muscled thighs tensed. He began to thrust, short and controlled at first, then deeper, fucking her mouth with steady strokes.
Nara’s eyes watered. She could see the hard ridges of Neo’s abs above her, the thick veins standing out on his forearms, the way his cock glistened every time it slid back into view. The smell of his groin filled her nose—musk and sweat and clean skin—every time he pushed all the way in and forced her face against the base. The warmth of him, the heavy pulse against her tongue, the sheer size that forced her jaws wide, all of it burned into her senses. She moaned around the thick shaft, the vibration traveling straight up into Neo’s gut.
He fucked her throat faster. The wet sounds grew louder—*glk-glk-glk*—messy and raw. Nara’s free hand kept rubbing between her legs. Her thighs trembled. When Neo finally drove deep and held there, his cock pulsed hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. The volume was too much; she had no choice but to swallow, throat working visibly around him as she drank every drop.
When he finally pulled free, a thin string of spit and cum connected her swollen lips to the tip of his cock. Nara rose slowly, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and met his eyes.
"Keep your word."
Neo nodded once. "I’ll finish the rest of the patrol alone."
She sank back into the chair, legs still weak. Neo turned and walked out. The door closed behind him. Alone, Nara touched her sore lips and licked them once, tasting the lingering salt and heat of a real cock. It was different from anything she had imagined—thicker, hotter, more insistent. She could still feel the imprint of his rough hand holding her steady, the brush of his groin hair against her nose, the heavy veins that had dragged across her tongue. She shook her head hard.
Just a deal. Next time she would bring water, rest between waves, keep her strength. This would not happen again.
Outside, Neo returned to the field. The stamina skill kept him moving, but the next wave arrived larger than any before—forty monsters, mixed attributes. Pyro, geo, hydro, wind. Worse, they worked together, using their elements in coordinated attacks. Neo realized even the stamina skill would not last against that kind of pressure. He switched modes, dropping into the lower-consumption Torch Man state. The heavy drain on his reserves eased at once. Relief rolled through him.
He began firing thin beams of pyro energy. The beams themselves did little damage, but each one marked a monster and slipped a fine thread of mana into its core. Neo had planned this during quieter moments; Torch Man mode sharpened his control and sensitivity enough to make the technique possible. One by one he laced every core. When the last thread locked in place he pulled, disrupting the balance inside all forty at once. The entire wave collapsed.
The shift continued. A rare electricity-attribute monster appeared later, forcing Neo to keep his distance and wear it down with long-range spells until he could store the corpse. More waves followed. Then a massive red ghoul rose from the dark—twenty meters tall, swinging huge clubs with speed that should have been impossible for its size. Neo stayed at range, draining its strength with careful spell work, using the creature’s bulk against it. When the ghoul’s movements finally slowed and its chest heaved with exhaustion, Neo shifted into Lord of the End mode. The Sword of Nothingness formed in his grip. One clean cut ended the fight.
Neo grinned at the enormous corpse. He stored it without delay, already thinking of the uses he would find for the materials. His shift clock finally hit zero. He turned and walked back toward the guard post.
He pushed the door open. Nara was already asleep in the chair, head tilted to the side, breathing slow and deep. Neo took a blanket from the wall rack, shook it out, and draped it carefully over her. She must have been more exhausted than she admitted. He reached down and gave her cheek a light slap to wake her.
"Shift’s over," he said.
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