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Neo was bleeding hard when Rex charged.

Boots pounded the dirt.

The axe rose high, ready to end it.

Neo yanked a healing potion from his inventory,

tore the cork with his teeth,

and downed it in two gulps.

Warmth flooded his veins just as Rex closed the last steps.

He spun the spear up and drove it low at Rex’s knees.

Rex grinned, already shifting to dodge.

At the last second Neo twisted the shaft and thrust straight for the heart.

Rex’s eyes went wide.

He threw himself sideways.

The spear still punched into his chest,

biting deep under the ribs.

Neo shoved pyro mana into the tip.

The metal glowed under Rex’s red skin,

bright enough to light the blood vessels from inside.

They flared, then ruptured.

Flesh and bone exploded outward in a wet spray.

Neo threw an arm across his face against the blast.

"He’s got to be dead after that."

Rex kept moving.

Shattered ribs stuck out of the hole in his chest.

His eyes locked on Neo—obsessed, burning,

the kind of look that said his soul would not quit even if his body did.

Neo hammered him with the spear again.

Rex answered by pouring everything into one wild swing,

leaving himself open on every side.

The axe slammed into Neo’s shoulder.

Bone cracked.

Neo shouted, the sound ripped out of him.

He sucked in a breath,

gathered every scrap of strength,

and smashed the spear toward Rex’s skull.

Rex twisted aside,

then tried to wrench the axe free of Neo’s shoulder.

Neo clamped down,

grabbed the handle,

and shoved the whole weapon into his inventory.

Rex stared, stunned.

Then he lunged,

fingers digging into the ruined shoulder,

finding the broken bone and snapping it further.

Neo bellowed,

grabbed Rex’s arm with his good hand,

and shoved upward hard enough to free himself.

Rex glared and drove a fist into the same shoulder.

Neo’s eyes went cold.

He drove the spear into Rex’s knee,

dropped him,

then slammed the shaft across the spine.

Rex hit the ground,

twisted,

and still forced himself upright on pure rage and will,

even with his neck and knees wrecked.

Neo cursed under his breath.

"What the fuck is so special about that woman?"

Rex roared,

"You don’t understand my feelings!"

Neo looked at the man.

Part of him wanted to listen.

Another part knew better.

Giving Rex that chance could plant seeds of doubt or jealousy he did not need.

He trusted his harem.

They trusted him.

Rex was just a delusional man who could not move on.

His own desires rose clear and hard in the middle of the fight.

I will never beg for anything again.

I will control my own fate completely.

I will make others depend on me.

I will never be abandoned again.

I will prove my worth to myself.

I will crush anyone who disrespects me.

I will never feel powerless again.

I will become feared by my enemies.

I will never be overlooked again.

I will turn pain into strength.

He knew the price.

His biggest flaws still sat inside him like open wounds.

Overthinking.

Doing his best and still believing it was not enough.

Ignoring his body when it was about to break.

Using humor and sarcasm as a shield.

Over-protectiveness toward his women that could leave them weak and resentful,

yet he could not stop wanting to protect them at any cost.

Romanticizing suffering.

Inability to forgive himself when he made mistakes.

The constant feeling that he was doing less than he should.

The fear that he would not be there when things became real and they needed him most,

and that it would break their hope in him.

The fear that while he chased his goals he would end up empty,

and their love would thin until they resented him.

Emotional numbness toward them,

missing the quiet hints that they needed more.

They were human.

One day the pressure could explode,

or worse, stay hidden until it poisoned everything.

If he stayed obsessed with power he could forget the real goal—

being surrounded by people who loved him without grudge,

his harem still choosing him.

The habit of over-explaining himself,

controlling the narrative with excuses that let him dodge real responsibility.

The fear that one day those lies would swallow him

and no one would be left to pull him out.

People changed easily.

He knew how little it took.

He feared becoming unsavable and hated by the ones who mattered.

Strength could corrupt.

Rex standing in front of him,

broken yet still swinging,

was proof of how little it took for emotion to ruin a man.

Neo wanted to control his own emotions,

to be honest about them,

never to lie.

That meant fixing the reckless spikes.

Not all of them.

His women remained a red line he would not cross.

More desires rose, colder and sharper.

I will never need anyone.

I will make people regret underestimating me.

I will never be the one left behind.

I will build something no one can take.

I will be the strongest in any room.

I will never be controlled again.

I will shape the world to my will.

I will never hesitate again.

I will always have the final say.

I will become impossible to ignore.

He had to fix the rest of the flaws too.

Destroying what he did not understand.

Reckless, hard-headed thinking.

The fear of being ordinary and replaceable that dragged him down.

The habit of idealizing people and then resenting them.

He had idealized every woman in his harem.

He feared they would grow stronger,

overtake him,

and leave.

He was not confident enough in his strength to hold them,

so he kept chasing more power to stay ahead,

believing strength was the only chain that kept them.

He feared showing vulnerability.

The time had come to open up,

but first he had to stop refusing "good enough,"

stop using anger to avoid sadness,

stop controlling them through caretaking that only limited them,

stop using his status as chief like armor.

He wanted honesty.

He wanted to trust them.

Comfort was easy.

Honesty lasted.

Belonging without being dismissed had always been the real goal.

His eyes sharpened.

He wanted his voice heard.

He wanted the effort he poured into them acknowledged.

He wanted their gratitude.

Neo almost rolled his eyes at Rex’s shout.

The line sounded like a lovesick teenager.

He used the opening,

drove the spear deeper into the chest wound,

and shook Rex hard enough that the man nearly collapsed.

Neo raised the spear for the kill,

hesitated,

then shook his head and downed another healing potion instead.

His own health came first.

Rex was shaking now,

blood pouring out of him.

Neo stepped in and finished it.

Rex hit the dirt and stayed down.

Neo looked at the body.

"You were a good warrior."

Alvina pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of Neo,

staring down at the corpse.

"Never remembered this one," she said.

"Means he had a small dick."

Neo stared at her, speechless.

She laughed.

"Why you looking at me like that?"

Her eyes dropped to the front of his pants.

"Don’t worry.

You’re better than every man I’ve fucked.

I enjoyed our time a lot."

She met his gaze again.

"And since you beat him fair,

you’re eligible to be my mate.

If you choose to surrender."

Neo laughed.

"You already know my answer.

Go back to your tribe.

Tomorrow the winner of the war decides who’s master and who’s slave."

Alvina grinned.

"Alright.

I just came to check a good fight."

She glanced at Rex’s body,

then kicked his head.

"Stupid-ass barbarian couldn’t even land a real crippling hit."

Neo asked,

"How strong are you, really?"

She laughed.

"Me?

I’d kill this guy in less time than it takes you to blink."

Neo’s eyes widened.

Close-quarters she had to be deadly.

Even at the same level he was not sure he could take her

without skills and cheat items stacked high.

He checked his mana.

Only seven hundred thousand left from the last raid.

He needed a better plan.

His stomach tightened—

had he just talked big without the power to back it up?

Alvina grabbed his arm and pulled him toward a thick stand of bushes.

"You beat that guy and took damage for my sake.

I’m not letting you walk off like that."

They ducked behind the cover.

Alvina rose on her tiptoes,

yanked Neo’s shorts down,

and took his cock straight into her mouth.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard,

eyes half-lidded as she listened to the groan that ripped out of him.

"Fuck—Alvina—"

She gripped his thighs tighter,

fingers digging in,

and shoved him all the way down her throat.

Her head bobbed fast.

Wet sounds filled the quiet.

Every time her nose hit his groin she inhaled deep,

breathing in the scent of him.

While she worked him, her own thoughts turned.

Her desire had always seemed simple:

become the strongest warrior,

control the continent,

make her kin the strongest.

Strength was the pillar.

That was why she was here,

even on her knees.

She should have felt humiliation.

Instead she found herself refining technique,

surprising herself with how much she enjoyed it.

She dug deeper.

The goal of uniting the continent was not even hers.

It was her grandmother’s dream,

hammered into her until she believed it was her own.

The realization shook her.

She gagged for a second,

then kept going.

What did she actually want?

Adventure.

Seeing unique places.

Fighting dungeons.

Fishing under huge waterfalls.

Freedom.

Someone in her position was not supposed to want that.

She had people to rule.

Looking at Neo, something pulled her.

Another old desire surfaced—curiosity.

Since childhood she had wanted to understand how creative things worked,

to know every mystery.

And deeper still:

she wanted to be wanted exactly as she was.

No masks.

No lying to herself.

She wanted her dreams fulfilled.

The secret that pushed her here was simpler.

High sexual drive.

Neo was the first who filled the empty place inside her.

She was already addicted.

Not just the physical act—his care.

The way he fucked her until attachment started growing.

She wanted that feeling again.

Barbarian women mocked her for being too simple,

for not dressing or acting like a proper woman.

She used to tell herself they were jealous.

Now she saw clearer.

Suitors came because of her position, not her.

She was not beautiful and for the first time she liked that truth.

They wanted influence, not her.

She hated being a tool that could be discarded.

She was slow.

Slow at understanding,

slow at talking like other women,

low emotional intelligence.

Only after Neo took her and cared for her

did she feel truly connected.

His body inside hers had said everything words never did—

his wants,

his needs,

his honesty.

They were rival chiefs.

Their people would never allow it.

Still she wanted to be his.

Watching him groan above her,

she wondered if this was the last chance.

She did not want to kill him.

He was the way out of the world of masks and fake laughter.

Strength was the only reason no one had moved against her yet.

She was tired of constant vigilance.

She wanted to relax fully,

to enjoy sex without watching for knives,

to go on a long adventure alone with him.

She liked both his heart and his cock.

His courage.

His resolve.

That shining aura that made her think,

without deciding,

that he was worthy.

She had always been sadistic.

For the first time she let someone take the lead and control her,

and she loved it more.

The change scared her and she still loved it.

The coming war could destroy any chance they had.

Duty pulled one way.

Honesty pulled the other.

She wanted to control her own life.

She wanted to stop being joked about or dismissed behind her back.

She wanted a place where she could fully relax.

During sex with him she had left gaps open

and he never attacked them or took advantage.

His desire was simple—enjoy her body.

She loved that honesty.

That was why she let him lead.

She had flaws.

Fear that her slow thinking would infect him.

Inability to talk or act like the housewives others expected.

She would rather die beside him on a battlefield.

Bigger ones:

making intimacy transactional because she feared real love,

yet it had already started with him.

Turning self-protection into isolation.

Chronic second-guessing of loyalty.

Difficulty telling caution from paranoia.

Using humor to deflect real talk and avoid her own flaws.

Making every relationship a test because betrayal felt inevitable.

Turning independence into emotional unavailability.

Fear of repeating her grandmother’s mistakes by forcing her goals onto him.

She wanted only to help his path,

not change him,

yet she was controlling too.

That was another flaw.

She worked him harder,

tongue swirling,

cheeks pulling tight.

The wet sounds mixed with the soft noises she made around him.

Tension coiled fast in Neo.

"Gonna cum—"

She did not pull off.

She swallowed every pulse,

throat working around him while he spilled.

When she finally stood she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand,

then plucked a few of his dark pubic hairs from her lips.

"Thanks," she said, casual.

"Can’t let the other barbarians smell me on you.

Image would be fucked."

Neo slapped her thick ass hard enough to make it jiggle.

She froze for half a second.

His heart kicked—maybe he had crossed a line.

Then Alvina laughed.

"I’ll meet you tomorrow in the war.

Better not run,

or I’ll find you and kill you myself."

Neo’s pulse hammered at the threat.

He shook his head anyway.

He still needed a lot of mana stones.

He walked back to his main tent.

Mikasa had already cleaned it.

He told the guards to call Sai.

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