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Neo’s hand cracked across Martha’s massive ass, the sharp smack echoing through the barrier as her thick cheeks rippled.

"Who the fuck gave you permission to talk like that?" he snarled, voice low and rough. "I’m going to heal you. That’s not a request."

He gripped both soft, heavy globes, spreading them wide. His thick twelve-inch cock pressed against her tight hole. Even weakened, her body still clenched hard around the tip. He pushed in slow, forcing every inch past the ring of muscle. Martha’s teeth ground together. Pain flared hot through her core, sharper than usual because her strength was gone. She could normally take him from behind without flinching. Now she felt every ridge, every pulse of his cock stretching her open, and the vulnerability made her pulse race.

She exhaled hard through her nose, conserving what little energy she had left. Her arms stayed folded under her cheek on the ground. She pushed her ass higher and back, offering more of herself, pressing her soft cheeks flush against his hips.

Neo grinned, fingers digging into the plush flesh. He started thrusting—long, deep strokes that buried him to the hilt every time. Wet, heavy slaps filled the barrier. *Plap. Plap. Plap.* His heavy balls smacked against her soaked folds with each drive.

The sky outside the barrier went black in an instant. A bolt of lightning slammed into the outer shell. White light flooded the room for a heartbeat. Neo’s head snapped up. A massive storm was forming directly above them, clouds boiling and twisting like something alive and furious.

His heart hammered. For a second the world narrowed to the heat of Martha’s ass around his cock and the storm raging outside. Then the thoughts he had been shoving down rose hard.

He wanted to be the strongest. An unstoppable force whose name alone made people step back. He wanted to fix the old traumas by burying them under the heat and loyalty of his harem. He wanted every woman in that harem to be the best—strong, beautiful, dangerous. He still needed answers about the goddess Lilith who had thrown him into this world, and he needed to know what had happened to Rhea after he arrived. He wanted a real home here with his women. He wanted their love without conditions.

But the flaws sat right next to those desires. He lied about his feelings when it was easier. He got possessive fast. Genuine kindness still made him suspicious. He never forgot an insult.

The conflicts cut deeper. He wanted to own their love completely, yet the fear of becoming the kind of controlling bastard they would resent never left him. He wanted their care to heal the cracked places inside him, but showing weakness felt like handing them a knife. He still didn’t know if they loved the strong version of him more than the real one, and he was too much of a coward to find out.

A clean system notification cut across his vision.

**[Mountain Will is angry. It seeks to remove both of you by any means short of direct confrontation.]**

Neo’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t waste time. Threads of pure mana shot from his core and sank into the barrier, weaving through it until the shell darkened to opaque black. Nothing outside could see in now. He pulled one of the blue-gem mana blocks from his inventory, spun a fresh thread, and linked it to the barrier. The interior shifted. The stone walls and floor vanished, replaced by open sea and rolling ocean under a clear sky. The sound of waves filled the space.

Martha had always loved the sea.

The block took some of the strain off his core, freeing more of his focus to pour healing mana straight into the cracks in hers.

Martha’s eyes opened. The ocean view made something tight and warm pull low in her belly. She glanced back over her shoulder. Neo’s muscled frame filled her vision—broad shoulders tapering to a powerful back, thick arms flexing as he held her, heavy thighs braced. Sweat already shone across his skin. She didn’t want to call him son. The word still made the taboo heat coil hotter every time it left her mouth, and she liked that heat too much to stop.

She grinned, pushing her ass back harder against every thrust. Strength was returning. She could feel the cracks in her core knitting shut under the steady flow of his mana.

Her voice came out melodic and low. "Son. Your mother’s always had back issues. Keep back-shotting me and fix it properly. I’d be very grateful. Once we’re home I’ll cook you breakfast in nothing but a naked apron. Newlywed style. I’ll feed you the sausage and meat I cooked while you’re still inside me."

Neo’s grin turned feral. He locked both hands on her waist and drove harder. Each thrust buried all twelve thick inches to the root. Wet, filthy sounds filled the ocean illusion—*schlick, plap, schlick*.

Martha kept glancing back, praising him every time the head of his cock dragged across the spot that made her thighs shake. "There—right there, son. Fuck, you’re hitting it so deep—"

He came hard inside her, flooding her guts. He didn’t stop. He kept pounding through the orgasm, filling her again and again until her belly rounded slightly under the weight of his cum. Only then did he pull free. Thick white strands leaked from her stretched hole and ran down her thighs.

Twenty minutes later Martha pushed herself upright, cleaned the mess between her legs with a quick spell, and walked over to him. Neo was already grinning.

"Alright, mother. Time to head back."

She nodded. On the way down the mountain she shamelessly asked him to carry her again—the same baby-style hold against his chest. The moment his boots hit solid ground outside the barrier, the system pinged.

**[Blue-gem residual mana is attracting monsters. Survive five minutes and return to the Nyx tribe before the residual fades.]**

Neo looked down at Martha. She was still pale, still recovering. "Want me to keep carrying you?"

She nodded once. He drew two aura-coated swords, one in each hand, and settled her securely against his chest. Twenty miles to the tribe. The map in his vision lit up with red dots of every size, all of them racing toward their position.

Hundreds of the bigger signatures. Thousands of monsters total.

He couldn’t afford to look weak in front of her—not after the promise she’d just made. He checked his inventory. One hundred thousand mana stones. It would have to be enough.

He ran.

Weak monsters died the second they came into range—clean cuts that dropped bodies in pieces. The stronger ones slammed into him hard enough to slow his stride and open shallow cuts along his arms. The further he pushed, the denser the strong ones became until the path ahead was a solid wall of them.

Martha’s soft hand slid down and squeezed his ass through his clothes. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "There’s another way. I saw it when we came. Follow the river and cut through the swamp."

Neo stopped for half a second. The route would add distance, and the river would have its own monsters. The system only required them to reach the tribe inside five minutes. Arriving early would just drag the entire swarm onto the village. Waiting it out would let the monsters surround them completely.

He changed direction and sprinted for the magma river that ran near the Nyx lands. A diamond boat appeared in his free hand—the material the system had confirmed was immune to molten rock. He set Martha inside, jumped in after her, and shoved off.

Monsters charged the bank and plunged straight into the magma. Flesh and bone ignited. The system counted every kill.

**[+100 mana stones per monster – special quest bonus]**

Flying types tried to dive on the boat. Neo cut them out of the air before they could land. Martha’s hand slid along his thigh and cupped the heavy bulge of his cock through his pants.

"Don’t worry, honey. I’ll help."

She thrust one palm toward the river. Massive boulders ripped free from the magma bed and smashed upward, crushing flying monsters mid-air and dropping the pieces into the molten flow.

As the bodies burned, Martha’s own desires surfaced clear and sharp. She wanted to run Neo’s harem. She wanted to learn from Sai how to control a tribe so she could support him better. She wanted first place in his heart without question. She wanted more ways to help him gather mana stones—she already knew how hungry he was for them. She wanted confidence in her own decisions and she wanted him to rely on her more.

The flaws sat right beside those wants. She still avoided real attachments when they felt too deep. She overreacted to threats. She feared losing status. She took everything personally.

The conflicts were sharper. She wanted him to lean on her, yet she still felt too weak for that weight. She wanted to run the harem, yet every decision carried the risk of making him angry—or worse, making him prefer a younger woman. She shoved the last thought away hard. No. Her son loved her more than that. That would never change.

She shook her head once and focused on killing more monsters.

One minute left on the timer. The river dropped ahead into a sheer magmafall. Monsters still poured after them. Neo timed it carefully. He pulled the blue gem free, locked an arm around Martha’s waist, and told her to hold on tight. The boat reached the edge. He hurled the gem and a dozen mana blocks into the molten lake below.

The entire surface froze solid in a single white flash. The boat jerked to a stop halfway down the fall. Neo shifted Martha into a princess carry and leapt the remaining distance to the solid shore.

She stared at his profile, voice soft. "My son’s really smart. Our children are going to be just like this."

Neo’s free hand cracked across her heavy ass again. This mother of his never stopped thinking about being bred. Martha laughed under her breath, kissed his cheek, and said, "Forget that for now, son. Let’s get back to the tribe."

He carried her the rest of the way. At the edge of the Nyx village she asked him to set her down. She walked toward their house on her own, steps careful and a little sideways. The moment they entered the throne room every woman present noticed the way she moved.

Sai’s eyes flicked from Martha’s gait to Neo’s face. She sighed. "Looks like you solved more than one problem."

Neo walked straight to her, kissed her mouth, and murmured, "Don’t worry. Next time we go on a journey alone."

Sai shook her head. "Don’t worry about me. Just make the next one special."

Neo grinned and kissed her cheek. "You’ll be coming with me. Sakura too."

"This isn’t the time," Sai said. "We have bigger problems." She unrolled a forest map and tapped the dwarf tribe territory. "One of the spies I planted there sent urgent word—"

Neo held up a hand. "Dwarves? Our network reaches that far already?"

Sai’s smile was sharp. "Don’t underestimate what I can do. I could plant spies in the devil kingdom if I wanted."

"What did he find?"

She rubbed her forehead. "They’re building a massive robot-like creature out of the ore they’re mining. It can destroy an entire tribe by itself. We’re the first test target."

"How big?"

Sai rubbed her forehead and said quite massive probably 2 miles high and it was much stronger and faster for his size. The spy report said that dwarf believed this robot could destroy a small mountain if he went all out.

Neo nodded then he gets a quest notification blocking his vision.

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