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Neo shook out his hands, laughing under his breath.

Alvina’s kicks still left them numb even through the blocks.

One clean hit to the ribs and his lung would have been gone.

Four days of nonstop sparring had taught him enough.

He closed the distance hard, drove a rush of strikes that forced her back, then stamped the ground.

Water flooded the dirt and turned it slick.

Her foot shot out.

She started to fall.

He was already behind her.

Arms locked around her waist.

Pants down in the same motion—

Alvina laughed, low and sharp.

"That eager already? We only did it a few days ago."

Neo nodded once.

She smirked.

"Fine. You take the lead. One condition."

"Beat me into submission."

She planted and drove a high-speed kick straight into his gut.

Air left him in a hard grunt.

His eyes sharpened.

He caught her thigh mid-kick, shoved, and both of them went down.

He landed on top, knees pinning her hips.

Alvina laughed again, breathy.

"You know I lost. Now let’s fuck."

Neo stared a second, then nodded.

He shoved her legs apart right there on the wet ground, gripped her waist, and lifted her hips clear of the dirt.

Lined up and pushed in hard.

"Fuck—" she hissed as he bottomed out.

Her mind raced even as her body answered.

I will make sure no one can hurt me.

I will become a force people fear crossing.

I will never doubt myself again.

I will make my enemies suffer.

I will protect my people no matter the cost.

Sex with him was the first thing that had ever felt better than fighting.

She wanted her body worshipped by him.

Wanted the two of them to disappear together, free as birds, chasing danger and adventure side by side.

She wanted him to need her—wanted to be the one strong enough to protect him while still letting him take the lead when they were like this.

Missing pieces.

Complete each other.

She wanted to own her emotions instead of letting them own her.

Stop expecting the worst from everyone.

Become someone he would fear losing.

Feel peace with him—just bodies, just this, without the constant vigilance of betrayal.

Be understood without having to explain.

Destroy the shell she had built around herself.

Her biggest flaw was destruction she could not control.

She feared destroying what they had.

They had not spoken of love.

This was still just sex.

Yet she wanted it deeper.

Wanted it to stop feeling transactional.

Wanted to be his woman.

She knew her other flaws too: the inability to forgive, using dominance to mask fear of rejection, leaning on strength to avoid what she actually wanted, ignoring his needs.

She would not repeat the old mistakes.

She would invest.

Let the adviser run the tribe.

Stay nominal chief.

Stick with Neo.

Bet on his smile, on the way he moved, on how good this felt—even if she ended up hurt.

She feared her own softness.

Feared looking weak.

Yet she loved how he dominated her here, how she lost control.

Feared being ordinary in his eyes.

Feared he might see only a body.

Still her hips kept moving, chasing the pleasure, watching sweat run down his face.

She lifted a hand and brushed his cheek.

Neo’s voice was quiet.

"What’s wrong?"

She cleared her throat.

Voice low, arms drawn toward her chin.

"Please... can you make me your woman."

He came the moment the words finished.

Kept thrusting, faster now, then kissed her hard.

"Of course. Yes. Be my woman, Alvina. Carry my seed."

She sighed, then laughed.

"I thought this was just one thing. Honestly I was scared."

Neo shook his head.

Lifted her leg, licked across her toes.

"I’d kill kingdoms for a woman like you."

Alvina blinked.

Voice bright.

"Really?"

"Yes. If you were a queen I’d fight every step for your hand."

He drove harder.

Wet sounds filled the air.

Her walls clenched.

He angled up, hit the spot that made her arch.

"Ahn—right there—"

He hooked her ankles over his shoulders, licked her toes again while he pounded.

She laughed through the moans.

"You really know a woman’s body. Alright. I’ve made up my mind. Knock me up and I’ll join under your tribe. Under your rule."

Neo nodded.

A quest window flashed.

**Impregnate Alvina.**

He activated Heart Meter.

Ninety-nine percent.

Eyes widened.

He switched to the drill motion, twisting on every thrust, hammering that same spot.

Each hit made her clamp down and spill another orgasm.

"Ahn—ahn—fuck, Neo—!"

When the meter peaked he buried himself and came hard, flooding her.

Stayed locked until the last pulse, then pulled out slow.

White cream leaked onto the dirt.

Quest complete.

He looked down at her.

"You’re vice army leader under my harem member Luna."

Alvina nodded, still breathing hard.

"Just make sure you visit me regularly. Or I’ll knock on your door and take you myself."

They stood, cleaned up as best they could, and headed back toward the war zone.

Their eyes widened the moment they cleared the trees.

Neo’s army was crushing the barbarians.

The enemy formation was barely recognizable.

Alvina laughed, sharp and cold.

"Sorry you had to see that. I’ll break their bones myself for this shameful performance."

Neo just nodded.

They walked forward together.

She raised her voice so every fighter could hear.

"I’ve lost! I’m now Neo, Stormfang tribe chief’s wife! The barbarians fuse with this tribe under his lead!"

The barbarians froze.

Magic?

Mind control?

One remaining high-rank tribesman stepped toward Neo.

"I don’t judge you."

Neo pulled the axe he had taken from Rex out of his inventory and hurled it.

The blade hit with a wet, heavy crack.

Limbs flew.

The body collapsed in a spreading pool of blood.

The axe kept going and sheared through an entire line of trees behind him.

Alvina’s voice cut across the field.

"I heard how badly you talked about him. Anyone who crosses Neo crosses me too."

She watched them retreat in fear.

Wanted his praise right here in front of everyone.

Wanted to be more than a trophy—wanted her thoughts heard, her opinion taken seriously.

Wanted independence, but not full.

Wanted the right to control her own time beside him.

Wanted pure pleasure without guilt.

Wanted to reclaim dignity through this.

She had lost the fight; now she wanted to beat him at sex.

Wanted to be chosen over the rest of the harem, praised as better.

Wanted his attention.

Wanted to learn him so she would not feel lacking.

Wanted softness and gentle moments even while she loved being dominated.

Wanted to grow smarter, feel emotions again, never make people laugh at him for having a useless woman.

Wanted to be the best at his side so he would feel proud.

Wanted to show her true self—gentle, needy under him.

Wanted unconditional acceptance.

Wanted their relationship pure, untouched by the way both of them chased strength and risked pushing each other apart.

Wanted to rule his harem, manage the other women so he would value her more.

Wanted clean desire without shame.

Wanted to be desired for her mind as much as her body.

Wanted a life around him that could not be taken.

Wanted to stay obsessed with how he filled her, how much joy it gave.

She knew the flaws.

Using sex or dominance to avoid real intimacy.

Black-and-white thinking.

Addiction to being used that could dull the bold warrior she was.

Second-guessing herself.

Self-punishment.

Romanticizing suffering.

Distrust of her own soft impulses.

Withholding affection as power.

Measuring worth by usefulness and sabotaging others.

Inability to rest without guilt.

Overthinking.

Fear of being forgotten.

Turning self-reliance into loneliness.

She wanted his love yet feared pushing him away.

Wanted to control the harem yet feared sabotaging it—she could not even run one tribe well.

Wanted to be favored yet feared taking him from the others.

Every remaining barbarian took a slow step back.

That throw had been as strong as Alvina’s best.

Their leader had submitted to a stronger man.

They could work with that.

Alvina and the barbarians followed Neo back into camp.

Luna immediately pulled Alvina aside to explain how things worked.

Martha walked up to Neo, eyes bright.

"Congratulations. We’ll celebrate... together. In the bedroom."

Neo did not wait.

He grabbed Martha’s wrist and pulled her straight to their old small hut.

He laughed once when he pushed the door open.

Everything around them had changed.

The two of them had not.

Martha’s face showed everything.

She remembered the bad days here—his frail body, the hunger, the fear.

Now she watched the same man make a warlord like Alvina submit.

Heat flooded her.

She needed him to fuck her like the woman she was.

Needed to solidify her place as harem number one.

I will never be second to anyone.

I will build a legacy that lasts.

I will never be forgotten.

I will rewrite who I am.

I will never be at someone else’s mercy.

I will always stay one step ahead.

She wanted to renew their love.

Test whether it had lowered after Alvina.

Strengthen her place in his heart.

Know if he preferred Alvina’s body or hers.

Comfort him after everything he had carried.

Feel useful even though she was the weakest in the harem.

Be irreplaceable.

Feel clean after the dirt of war.

Be needed more than anyone.

Experience sex not just as pleasure but as a way to read his hidden emotions, to see past the tough mask.

Keep their bond pure so he could be honest.

Be taken care of as a woman—fucked and filled.

Help him express what he bottled up.

Let him collapse in her arms when he needed to.

Make him relax with her.

Stay the one he sought when the weight grew too heavy.

I will never lose what I claim.

I will always be the one in charge.

I will make sure I’m always needed.

I will never be ignored again.

I will build power that lasts forever.

I will never be powerless in any moment.

She knew her flaws too.

Believing people too easily.

Need for total control.

Emotional numbness.

Jealousy that poisoned.

Inability to apologize.

People-pleasing that erased her own needs.

Hyper-independence.

Perfectionism that froze her.

Pushing people away first.

Holding grudges.

Using sex or dominance to avoid real intimacy.

She wanted his love only for herself yet feared the weight it would put on him.

Wanted him entirely yet feared it would only push her away.

Neo stripped her without rush, turned her around, and bent her over so she faced the old shelf.

Lined up and pushed straight into her ass.

Martha groaned, low and long.

He thrust steady, feeling every emotion rolling off her—hot, nostalgic, hungry.

Their mana linked.

He gripped her ass and watched himself disappear into her.

Martha slammed back harder than usual, hips crashing so hard his stomach rippled.

Plap-plap-plap-plap.

Neo leaned forward, hands on her shoulders.

"Take it easy, Martha. I know you’ve got a lot of feelings here."

She nodded, breath hitching.

"I know... just don’t stop."

He kept going, angling for the spots that made her shake, focusing only on her pleasure.

An hour later she lay limp on the floor, cum leaking from every hole.

Neo rested his cock across her face, tip smearing over her eyelids.

She licked along the shaft, slow and messy.

He slapped her ass once.

"Enough celebrations. Time to get back to the chief hut. I need to meet Sai and talk about the tribe’s future."

They pulled their clothes back on and started walking toward Neo’s hut.

Neo’s eyes widened.

A new quest window appeared—and the contents made him curse his luck out loud.

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