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Sai wanted to jump at him right then. Her body tensed, ready, but she held still. It was already her time earlier. If she pushed now, Martha would put her in her place hard.

Every woman in the tribe feared Martha. She spoke for the one who managed Neo’s harem. Crossing her was not smart. Not yet.

Martha turned to Neo. "Which woman are you taking with you now?"

Neo grinned. "None."

Both women’s eyes widened.

He tilted a scroll toward them. "If you want to talk to me, make sure to ask her first."

They nodded. Neo turned and left the Nyx tribe, heading straight for the orc army.

As he closed the distance he asked the system about their strength. The answer made his jaw tighten. The chief sat just a hair’s width from transcendental. Four orcs behind him stood at peak Tribal God. Eight more held Demi-God rank.

Neo cursed under his breath. His tribe could not tank this. They were still far from that level. He would have to handle it alone. But he himself was only peak Tribal God. Facing all of them at once would kill him.

Then the idea hit. Meat.

Orcs lived for it. He had read the old books in the priestess room. They marched long distances and even spared kingdoms when enough meat was offered. Their obsession ran deep.

His eyes narrowed. Could he use that to push them away from Nyx? Maybe. But he needed enough meat to make the offer stick, or they would simply kill him and take what they wanted.

He checked his mana stones against the price per ton. The number mocked him. Meat was expensive everywhere.

Asking Veya crossed his mind. He shut the thought down fast. She might hand him a potion that shrank his dick. The idea alone made his stomach turn.

Then he remembered the red tribe.

When he had fled them before, he had seen the size of their hunt stores. Huge buildings packed with meat. He hated admitting it, but they hunted better than the Stormfangs. They were born for it.

His last visit had not ended clean. He had fucked nearly thirty of their women and run. Pride would still sting. They might try to kill him on sight.

Still, his feet kept moving toward the red zone. The orcs were too strong. This was the best option left.

He entered their territory and shouted with everything he had. "Raya! I’ve come to make a truce! We can both benefit. I’ll fulfill any condition you name!"

Minutes passed. Then Raya stepped out of the bushes like she had always been there. The rest of the red women appeared the same way—silent, sudden.

Neo exhaled. Ninjas. All of them.

Raya glanced at her women. "Point your spears. If he moves wrong, put him down."

Neo raised both hands. "Wait. Easy. I came in peace. How about this deal—you sell me meat for..." He paused, calculating hard. "Two hundred mana stones a ton. And I’ll do anything else you want."

Raya walked right up to him. "We don’t sell meat. That is our honor. Selling it means selling our honor."

Neo met her eyes. "Then why do you eat it if it’s honor?"

Her mouth closed. She had no answer.

After a beat she said, "We only have three hundred fifty-six tons. One hundred stays for the tribe. That leaves two hundred fifty-six."

Neo cursed inside. He needed three hundred at least. That was the old human kingdom’s yearly bribe number. Anything less and the orcs might not bite.

He sighed. "I need three hundred tons. Fast. Two days."

Raya’s grin spread slow. She stepped closer and set her hand on his shoulder. "Don’t try to hide it. Your cum strengthens women. Here’s the real deal. I’ll give you the two hundred fifty-six tons. The whole tribe’s hunting force will bring in the rest. All of it for one hundred mana stones a ton. But for those two days you fuck us nonstop. Twenty-four hours. Every second you’re either thrusting or cumming inside one of us. Think you can handle that?"

Neo’s fist clenched. He would need a regeneration skill or the drain would kill him. Still, he nodded.

The red women led him to the punishing room.

Two days blurred.

Neo took every red woman in the village, many times over. He stopped trying to remember names. Bodies stuck instead—firm hunter thighs, strong backs from years of tracking, full breasts that bounced with every thrust, tight heat that clenched around him like they never wanted to let go.

One of the taller ones straddled him first, guiding his thick cock between her slick folds. "Fuck—look at those shoulders," she breathed, hands sliding over the hard muscle. "So broad... nngh—"

Wet sounds filled the room—*schlick, schlick, schlick*—as she sank down. Neo gripped her hips, feeling the soft give of her ass under his fingers, the way her inner walls fluttered and squeezed. Sweat already shone across his chest and arms. His muscled thighs flexed as he drove up into her.

"Shit, you’re tight," he growled. "Take it."

She moaned loud—*ahh, ahh*—eyes locked on the thick veins standing out on his forearms, the heavy swing of his balls when he thrust deep. "Your cock’s so fucking big... filling me up—nnn!"

He flipped her onto her back, broad shoulders blotting out the light above her. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Every slam of his hips sent wet *plap-plap-plap* echoes through the room. Her breasts bounced hard. Neo leaned down, mouth open against her neck, tasting salt and heat while her pussy milked him in greedy pulses.

Another woman took her place the second he pulled out. Then another. They rotated without pause. Some rode him reverse so he could watch the flex of his own thick cock disappearing into their dripping slits. Others got on all fours, arching their backs, looking over their shoulders at the powerful set of his shoulders and the way sweat ran down the ridges of his abs.

"Harder—fuck me harder," one gasped, voice breaking. "I can feel every inch—ahh!"

Neo’s hands dug into soft hips or full breasts, thumbs brushing stiff nipples. He watched their faces twist, mouths open, eyes glassy. They stared right back at his body—the heavy muscles in his arms bunching with every thrust, the thick cock glistening as it pistoned in and out, the way his jaw clenched when he got close.

Cum flooded them one after another. Thick ropes. They moaned through it—*byuruuu*—bodies shaking, then pulled the next woman into place before he even softened. Regeneration kept him hard. Barely.

They talked between rounds. Laughed. Asked questions. Some offered him the vice-chief seat under Raya. He shook his head each time.

Raya never joined. Neo never pushed. People had limits. He respected hers.

When the two days ended he had his three hundred tons at one hundred stones each. He walked out of the red tribe waving once. The women waved back.

He headed for the orc army.

Halfway there he realized their march had sped up. Only a quarter of the original distance remained before they hit Nyx.

Neo cursed and ran harder. Time was almost gone.

He reached them just before the window closed and stopped them.

The orc chief stepped out from the ranks. He was built like a mountain, massive arms thick with muscle, standing two heads taller than Neo.

His eyes locked on the salamander necklace around Neo’s neck. "Aren’t you Nyx tribe? You want to kill yourself first by showing yourself here?"

Neo shook his head. "I want to tell you something about a place full of meat. You like meat, don’t you?"

The chief stopped in front of him. "Alright. Speak up."

Neo reached into his inventory and dumped three hundred tons of meat onto the ground in front of the orcs. His voice carried over the clearing. "I know a place where you can easily get a hundred times this amount. If you want to know where, spare the Nyx tribe."

The chief stared at him for a long moment. In that silence his daughter stepped forward.

"There’s no way I’ll believe this human’s words!" She raised her spear. "Spar with me. If you win, I’ll tell my father to believe you. If you lose, it just means you’re weak. After all, only the weak lie."

The orcs behind her shouted and nodded. "As expected from the chief’s daughter! She knows how to spot liars!"

She grinned and walked up to Neo. He lifted his own spear. "Alright. Let’s fight."

Neo already knew he had to hold back. If he killed or crippled her by accident, the orcs would tear him apart.

The chief’s daughter shouted, "My name is Brok! I’ve been named like this because my father always wanted a son and instead got a daughter like me!" She hurried the explanation, fixing any misunderstanding before it could form.

Neo sighed. "I’ll call you Breya then."

Her eyes widened. For the first time someone had offered a different name, and it came from an enemy. The suggestion left a strange feeling in her chest. She liked it.

She lunged, thrusting her spear straight at his shoulder. The head punched through bone and almost came out the other side. Neo nearly went down under the force.

He clamped a hand on the spear shaft and snapped it. Then he used his transportation skill, appearing behind her, and drove his strongest move—Morning Star—toward her back.

In that split second the image of the robot reactor flashed through his mind: fire breaking apart and rebuilding at brutal speed. Enlightenment hit. He upgraded the technique on the spot and named it Sun Explosion.

The move drained his entire mana pool in an instant. Only the mana blocks he crushed and swallowed at the exact same moment kept his core from cracking under the strain.

Breya shot through the air toward the orcs. A moment later she rose again, blood running down her body. "I’ve never seen a human this strong! He’s telling the truth, orcs!"

The orcs nodded. "Yes, princess."

The chief sighed, walked to his daughter, then turned to Neo. "Alright. Tell us the place and we’ll leave the Nyx tribe."

Neo paused, thinking of a good lie—somewhere far enough that the journey would buy him time to grow stronger before he had to face them again. His eyes widened. He pulled out the map of the continent and pointed to a dark island marked with a skull.

"Alright. It’s here."

He had no idea what the place actually was. It was simply the farthest point from the Nyx tribe, and the skull said enough about how dangerous it would be. He hoped they died there. If they survived, they would only come back stronger and make his problem worse.

The chief glared at him. Breya caught her father’s arm. "Don’t look at him like that, Father. He’s strong. He isn’t lying. There’s enough meat for us there."

The chief sighed. His daughter had always been his weakness. "Alright. I’ll spare the Nyx tribe for now."

He turned to the rest of the orcs and shouted, "Let’s make our way toward another place full of more meat!"

The orcs nodded. The chief and Breya started walking away. At the last moment Neo called after them.

"Wait a minute. I want to know who asked you to come and destroy the Nyx tribe."

The chief paused. "Demons. Or more accurately, a demon elder. He said you’d have a lot of meat, and even if you didn’t, he’d pay me to destroy your tribe. But fear not—I already got enough from you."

"How much did that elder pay?" Neo asked.

The chief rubbed his chin. "He paid me only a hundred tons. You believe that? If it weren’t for the whole forest running out of prey because of those goddamned red women, I wouldn’t have accepted such a low deal."

Neo nodded. "Good luck."

The chief grunted. The orcs left the Nyx tribe behind.

Neo sighed. A system notification appeared: quest complete, rewards waiting in inventory.

He made his way back until he reached the Nyx tribe. He dragged his heavy feet; he was very tired. He sat on the throne, closed his eyes, drank mana and healing potions, and scanned his body for any hidden wounds he might have.

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