Chapter 213

Neo settled into a low stance, feet planted wide on the damp ground near the dock’s edge. Memories of old karate forms from his past life flashed through his mind—sharp angles, quick pivots, the way a fighter used hips and shoulders together. He moved without thinking too hard. A short jab snapped toward May’s shoulder. She blocked, but his footwork already carried him sideways. Another strike followed, then a low sweep that forced her back a step. He kept the pressure light and fast, never letting her set her feet. Hit, step, hit again. Her heavier frame gave ground under the steady rhythm until she stumbled and he shoved her clear with both palms.

May’s eyes narrowed. She dropped whatever fighting posture she had left and ripped her clothes off in one rough motion. Bare skin showed under the low light—full breasts, thick thighs, the long shark tail curling behind her. Her eyes lit with a hard red glow. She sniffed the air, catching the scent of Neo’s blood from the earlier scrapes, and roared loud enough to rattle the nearby crates.

"Mine!"

She charged. Fists and elbows slammed into him with raw force. Neo took the hits across ribs and shoulders. Pain flared sharp; for a moment every bone in his body felt like it had cracked. He cursed under his breath and met her gaze.

"You left me no choice."

His hand dipped into the inventory space. The sword came free in a clean draw. Techniques he had copied from Nara settled into his arms—the measured cuts, the rising angles, the way the blade could open space. He lunged. The Black Rose sword form flowed out of him in a tight sequence of thrusts and slashes. Steel flashed. Lines of red opened across May’s arms, sides, and thighs. She staggered, dropped to one knee, then fully to the ground.

"I quit," she said, voice rough. "That swordsmanship looks threatening."

Neo stood over her, breathing hard, and grinned at the sight of her body marked with fresh wounds and blood. He pulled a handful of healing potions from storage and held them out.

"Drink as much as you want. Those wounds need to heal all the way."

May nodded, uncorked bottle after bottle, and drained ten of them without pause. Empty glass clinked at her feet. She looked from the bottles to Neo’s solid frame—broad shoulders still squared, muscled arms hanging ready, thick legs planted firm—and spoke quieter.

"I feel really bad for you. How about I find a way to repay you."

Neo answered without hesitation. "Best way is letting me backshot that huge fair ass of yours."

A slow grin spread across her face. She dropped onto all fours, shark tail lifting high. "Didn’t I say I’d let you fuck me like a dog if I lost? Besides, looking at that huge dick, I’d really like it anytime of the day getting fucked by that huge dick of yours."

She shifted into a clear doggy position, knees wide, presenting the heavy curve of her ass toward him. The tail stayed raised. "Do your best. Give the best performance, all right. I’ll judge based on that."

Neo stepped behind her. His eyes tracked the pale, milky skin of her backside, the way it rounded full and soft under the light, the faint flex of muscle when she adjusted. He lined his cock up against her tight asshole—thick, twelve inches of heat—and pushed. The head forced past the ring of muscle. Inch by inch he sank deeper until his hips met her cheeks and the full length disappeared inside her. May’s roar tore out of her throat.

"Finally a good dick after a long time!" She twisted her head enough to look back at him. Her gaze ran over the hard lines of his torso, the heavy shoulders, the corded arms holding steady. "Not bad, kid. Judging by size alone you crush all the men who fucked me. But let’s see if you have the necessary techniques."

Neo grinned, raised one hand, and brought it down hard across her ass. The flesh rippled under the slap, a deep *plap* echoing. He leaned over her a little higher, still buried deep.

"Just wait, May. You’ll become my bitch. Everyone in the dock area will remember you like this."

He triggered the Lust God body skill. Heat flooded his frame, muscles tightening further. Drill Dick movement kicked in next, the shaft rotating with each stroke. G-spot pressure layered on top, plus every other erotic skill he had stacked. He gripped her shark tail with both hands and drove forward. Long, heavy thrusts punched into her ass, the wet *schlick-schlick* of flesh meeting flesh filling the space between them. From his view the pale cheeks bounced and shook with every impact. Sweat already sheened across her back. From May’s side she felt the thick stretch of him filling her completely, the grind against sensitive walls, the solid weight of his body behind her. His muscled thighs pressed against the backs of hers; his broad chest occasionally brushed her spine when he leaned in. The scent of his skin and the raw heat of him made her pulse jump.

May moaned loud, voice breaking. "Fuck it, kid—how much do I need to pay you to fuck me like this every day? You would seriously make a name for yourself if you worked in a brothel."

Neo answered with another sharp slap that left a red handprint. "No thanks. I feel good enough walking around and putting haughty milfs like you in their right places under my dick."

She laughed through the next thrust, the sound low and rough. "I like this. And I too like staying under your dick. The view is good."

May started moving with him. She slammed her huge ass backward on every stroke, the force enough to shove Neo a half-step each time. He caught her hips, held on, and kept spanking the rippling flesh. *Slap. Slap. Plap.*

She grinned over her shoulder. "Look at this, boy. This move I discovered when I was on a mission." Her waist twisted left then right while she kept driving back onto him. She arched hard, head dropping to the ground, and purred. "Yes—like this. I like it better."

Neo locked both hands on her waist. The soft give of her skin under his fingers, the steady sway of the shark tail with each thrust, the way her milky flesh rolled and shook—he took it all in while he pounded deeper. Sweat ran down the cut lines of his arms and across his chest. May felt every inch of that hard body working her open: the power in his legs, the unyielding grip, the way his cock dragged and filled her without mercy. The stretch burned sweet. Her own breasts swung heavy beneath her with the rhythm.

Neo’s pace tightened. He held her steady, drove in one final time, and came hard. Thick heat flooded her ass. He pulled out slow. May moaned at the sudden empty stretch and the heavy load still inside, thinking how much of it there was. Her fist clenched against the dirt. Something felt off—stronger, somehow. She rose, turned, and pointed her ass back toward him, ready to speak.

"This—"

Neo cut her off. "It’s the special features of my cum. My cum can strengthen women."

May looked at him, then sighed. "I would take you there, but it would be only one time, all right."

Neo nodded.

The rush of the fight and the fuck still burned through him. He grabbed her wrist. Space folded. They landed naked on the main dock boards, clothes left behind in the heat of the moment. Women filled the area—dock workers, traders, a few lounging against crates. Eyes went wide. May the Shark, the untamed one, stood there with thick white cum leaking down the insides of her thighs from her stretched asshole. Beside her Neo’s twelve-inch cock hung heavy and still half-hard. A few women chuckled at May’s state. Others stared open at Neo’s size, throats working as they swallowed. A small group drifted closer, hands reaching. May’s palm cracked across their wrists.

"This is my assistant." She glanced at Neo. "How much is she paying you?"

Neo grinned, reached over, and slapped her ass right in front of them. The cheek jiggled. "Her body is my payment."

May grinned back and pushed her chest out even while Neo’s fingers slipped between her cheeks again, teasing the still-sensitive hole. A uniformed cop woman pushed through the crowd, voice flat and official.

"Both of you put clothes on or I take you in for indecent public display."

They cleaned up fast, pulled on what they had, and stepped clear. Neo climbed onto May’s boat. She grinned up at him from the oars.

"I’ll take you toward the river depth now."

Neo nodded. The boat pushed off. Water slid past the hull as they moved deeper into the golden river. The current grew stronger the farther they went. Suddenly the surface heaved. A massive wave rose ahead. May snatched both oars and barked,

"Hang on!"

Neo lunged forward from behind, arms wrapping around her, hands locking onto the heavy swell of her breasts for grip. She worked the oars hard, steering them through the trough until the wave passed and the boat settled again. Neo focused inward, sense-location skill lighting up the space below. The golden crown sat directly under the hull—close, but the water barrier blocked any clean teleport. Touching the river itself was the only way, and that carried the curse. The name of the thing clicked into place: the golden crown was the river’s curse. An idea started to form.

Before he could finish the thought another wave built, taller than the first. May’s attention slipped for half a second. Neo shouted,

"Watch out!"

She spun, eyes locking on the wall of water already high enough to block the sun, and cursed.

"Fuck my ass—"

Neo moved on pure instinct. He grabbed May and the boat together, folded space, and dropped them high into the open sky. From above he watched the wave roll under them and crash past. The moment the surface calmed he teleported them straight back to their original position as if nothing had happened.