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**Neo ran with Nara in his arms.** This was the first time he had faced a void-attribute monster. Every time one of those black spheres struck the ground or a tree, the impact simply erased whatever it touched—soil, bark, leaves, gone without a trace. His own TBATE energy was down to the last minute. If it ran out he would collapse, and that would be the end of both of them.

His mind raced. One plan formed clear and sharp. He needed a TBATE energy thread, thin as a wire, driven straight into the monster’s core. Disrupt the balance from the inside.

He dropped into Dark Monarch mode. The familiar cold settled over him. Speed racial skill flared. Holding Nara tight against his chest, he launched into a blurring circle around the creature, boots tearing furrows in the dirt. On the third pass he saw the opening. The thread shot from his palm, slipped through the void shell, and sank deep into the core. Inside, the thread spun against the core’s own rotation, tearing the balance apart.

The void core shattered. In its place a massive sphere of pure void bloomed, sucking the monster in on itself. Flesh, armor, and darkness collapsed inward until nothing remained but the expanding black ball. It kept growing. Neo cursed under his breath. If it grew past the size he could still control, it would eat the whole clearing—and them with it.

He raised the Sword of Nothingness. Darkness mana poured into the blade until it became a dense black edge of pure energy. Still not enough. He pulled a hundred darkness mana blocks from his inventory and fed them in one after another. The sword changed. It became something denser, quieter, hungrier—the Sword of Empty Night. EN for short. Same cutting power as a TBATE blade, but far less drain.

Neo grinned, raised EN high, and brought it down. The void ball split and vanished with a soft, final *shhhk*.

Silence.

The clearing was wrecked—trees sheared off, ground cratered. Neo’s knees hit the dirt. TBATE had been burned hard, and EN had pushed him past the edge. He could barely stay upright. He looked at Nara. She was already stirring, eyes half-open, breath coming faster.

She pushed herself up on one elbow, looked at the destruction, then at him. A slow, knowing smile curved her mouth.

"You actually did it," she said, voice rough but clear. "And you’re still standing. Barely."

Neo managed a short laugh. "Barely is still standing."

She reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him down until their faces were close. "I told you earlier what I wanted if we both lived through this. I meant it. I’m awake. I’m here. And I want it now."

That was all the permission he needed—and she gave it again, loud and clear.

Neo’s hands went to her tight jeans. She lifted her hips to help him drag them down, revealing the soft, thick curve of her thighs and the already-slick heat between them. He freed his cock, thick and heavy, veins standing out along the shaft. Nara’s eyes dropped to it and stayed there. She licked her lips.

"Fuck... look at you," she muttered. "Those shoulders. Those arms. Those legs. Come here."

She spread her thighs wider and reached down, guiding the blunt head to her entrance. The moment it pressed against her she rolled her hips up, pushing him inside herself in one slow, greedy slide. Her walls stretched around him, tight and wet, and a low, broken moan left her throat.

"Nngh—so thick... feels so fucking good..."

Neo groaned as her heat swallowed him. He braced over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other gripping her thigh. From his view her body was pure soft power—heavy breasts straining against the red shirt, the way her stomach flexed when she took him deeper, the flush climbing her neck. He thrust once, hard, and her tits bounced under the fabric.

"You’re squeezing me already," he growled. "So tight. So wet. You sure you’re married?"

Nara laughed, breathless, and locked her legs around his waist. "Doesn’t matter right now. Just fuck me. Hard."

He did.

Neo drove into her in long, deep strokes, hips snapping forward. Every thrust made her breasts bounce harder. He yanked the red shirt up and off, freeing them—full, soft, nipples already tight. He filled both hands with them, squeezing, thumbs rubbing over the peaks while he kept pounding into her. Milk beaded under the pressure; he licked it away and groaned at the taste.

"These tits... perfect," he rasped. "Feel how they fill my hands while I fuck you."

Nara’s head tipped back. From her side he looked massive—broad shoulders blocking the sky, arms corded with muscle, sweat running down the deep lines of his chest and abs. Every time he slammed home the force traveled through her, making her whole body jolt. The wet *schlick-schlick-schlick* of their bodies filled the ruined clearing.

"Right there—fuck—right there!" she cried when the head of his cock dragged across her G-spot. Her walls clamped down and she came hard, squirting around him in hot pulses. Neo laughed low and kept thrusting through it, feeling the gush coat his balls and thighs.

"That’s it. Soak me. Your body’s going to remember the shape of this cock even if your head forgets."

He didn’t stop. When the first orgasm left her shaking he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach with one easy motion, and dragged her hips up. Her ass was thick and round, cheeks spreading under his hands. He spat on her tight rear hole, pressed the slick head against it, and pushed slow.

Nara moaned into the dirt, pushing back to meet him. "Yesss... fill that too... fuck—"

The tight ring stretched around him until he sank all the way in. Neo gripped her waist hard, fingers digging into soft flesh, and started thrusting in short, powerful strokes. Her ass bounced and jiggled with every impact. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with her broken gasps and his low grunts.

"Damn... still so tight," he panted. "Feels like a virgin back here. You sure you’re married?"

She laughed again, breathless and filthy. "Just shut up and use me."

He did—harder, faster—until his own climax ripped through him. He buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside her ass, hips jerking, growling against the back of her neck. When the last pulse faded he stayed inside a moment longer, kissing the side of her head, then slowly pulled free.

Both of them were slick with sweat. Neo cleaned her carefully—front and back—then helped her back into her jeans and shirt. She was still breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and satisfied.

Only then did Neo glance at the distant camera. He released the simple looping spell he had cast earlier so the footage would simply skip the private minutes. The lens resumed normal recording.

He cleared his throat, forced his voice into the tired, noble tone he had practiced in another life, and spoke for the recording.

"Even though I’m dying right now... I’ll do everything I can to save you, Nara. I hope you get well."

He pulled one of the many healing potions from his inventory—far from the last—and held it up with a carefully sad expression.

"Even though this is the last healing potion I have... I’ll give it to you so you can recover."

He tipped the green liquid into her open mouth. She swallowed, already knowing the act was for the camera. Her body began to glow faintly as the potion worked. Neo forced a harsh cough, spat a little blood he had prepared for the show, and let himself fall onto his back.

The exhaustion was real. The last two actions—the potion and the collapse—he had planned. He truly could not stand any longer.

He lay there, chest rising and falling, staring at the broken canopy above, while Nara’s hand found his and squeezed once, quiet and mutual, before the camera’s eye.

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