Chapter 244

Neo held Martha’s hand tight as they slipped into the dragon time cave. The air inside felt thick and heavy, like it carried the weight of years that never moved. Yellow light pulsed from the stones hanging on the rough walls, casting long shadows across the wide floor. In the middle of the cave lay a massive yellow dragon, its body coiled and still, scales catching the glow like living fire. Each breath it took made the ground tremble under Neo’s boots.

He pulled the small box from his pocket, the same kind Veya had given him before. With a quick throw it landed near the sleeping beast. The lid snapped open. Eight robots climbed out, metal bodies gleaming under the yellow light. They began copying themselves at once, frames splitting and reforming until five hundred of them filled the space, climbing the walls and reaching for the glowing stones.

Neo watched the tablet in his free hand. The count climbed fast, already close to one million. Just a little more and they would hit the mark. One robot near the dragon’s head paused. A bright yellow jewel rested between the horns, shining brighter than the rest. The machine grabbed it, metal fingers digging in. For long minutes it pulled and twisted until the jewel came free with a soft crack.

The dragon’s eyes snapped open. Yellow light flared. Its claw smashed down, crushing the robot into scrap in one hard blow. The beast’s head swung toward the swarm still tearing stones from the walls, then locked on Neo and Martha. A roar shook the cave.

"You dare break into my house and steal my food!"

Neo pushed Martha toward the far rocks. "Hide. Now."

She moved without a word, slipping behind the stone. Neo drew his sword. Holy pyro mana poured over the blade until it burned bright. Torch Man mode locked in. Speed skill kicked hard. He crossed the distance in less than a second and froze time around the dragon’s body. The sword bit deep into yellow scales, opening a long wound that should have dropped the beast.

The cut closed before Neo’s eyes, flesh knitting as if the strike had never happened. He barely registered the blur of the dragon’s fist. Pain exploded across his face. Bone cracked. Skin split. The force threw him across the cave. His body slammed into the wall, carving a deep dent, then dropped hard to the stone floor.

Every bone felt broken. Neo forced Iron Will skill through the agony, pushing himself up on shaking arms. The dragon already charged a breath attack, yellow fire building in its throat. Neo rolled aside just as the blast scorched the spot where he had fallen. The beast did not pause. It charged, horns lowered, and the world seemed to slow only for Neo to feel both points drive deep into his body. The horns punched through flesh and pinned him to the wall.

He grabbed the hard bone and pulled, muscles straining, but the dragon held firm. Realization hit cold and clear. The dragon was not simply fast. It controlled time the same way Neo did. That was how the wound had vanished. That was how the charge had felt instant.

Neo focused on his own body and forced the time skill past simple slowdown. He pushed until the skill rewound him, seconds rolling backward until the horns never struck, until every broken bone and torn muscle knitted back to whole. Strength flooded back. He lifted the sword again and poured EN energy into the steel until the blade shone like a second sun.

One teleport put him right against the dragon. Time froze once more. Neo swung with everything he had, carving deep wounds across the yellow scales. He whistled sharp and broke the freeze. The dragon’s attention snapped to him as time flowed again. Its body sagged under the fresh damage. The beast tried to rewind its own wounds, but Neo’s sword already rested against its head.

He swung. The charged blade cut clean. The dragon’s head separated. The massive body collapsed. Neo stored the corpse in his inventory without a second look, then turned toward the far rocks.

The robots still worked the walls, untouched by the fight. He let out a short breath of relief and whistled. Martha stepped out, red hair catching the yellow glow. Neo rubbed his fingers through the soft strands, then slid his hand down and gave her ass a firm pat.

"Mother, I need my reward."

Martha’s grin was pure heat. "Sure, son."

She turned, presenting the full curve of her rear. Before they entered the cave Neo had told her to wear the tight jeans and red shirt just so he could watch that ass move. The fabric clung to every inch. He brought his open palm down in a loud slap. The flesh jiggled hard under the denim. Another slap followed, then another, each one making the heavy cheeks bounce.

Martha reached back and grabbed Neo’s head for balance as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and dragged the jeans down. The material peeled away slow, revealing smooth thighs and the red underwear that barely covered her. Neo shoved his own pants down in one motion, cock already hard and heavy between his muscled legs. Broad shoulders flexed as he leaned in. He looked at the red fabric stretched tight across her pussy and grinned, delivering one more sharp slap to the bare cheek that peeked out. Then he yanked the underwear down.

The scent hit him at once. He pressed the damp cloth to his face and breathed deep. Martha pinched his cheek, voice low and teasing.

"How about you sniff it from the source, son? You don’t need to do this, okay."

Neo nodded. "Alright."

He pushed his face straight between her thighs. Thick pussy hair brushed his nose and lips. He inhaled hard, filling his lungs with her heat and musk while his hands gripped the soft weight of her ass. Sweat already shone on her skin under the cave light. From Martha’s view Neo’s broad back and powerful arms filled her sight, muscles shifting under the strain of holding her steady. His dark hair tickled her inner thighs. The hard length of him brushed her leg, hot and thick, making her breath catch.

"Enough for now," Neo said, voice rough.

Martha nodded, cheeks flushed. He stripped the rest of her clothes without hurry, red shirt first, then the last scraps until she stood fully naked. Huge breasts swayed with every breath, nipples tight. The heavy round of her ass and the soft curve of her hips made his cock twitch. From her side Neo looked carved from stone—thick thighs, corded arms, shoulders wide enough to block the cave light, sweat running down the hard lines of his chest.

He reached into the inventory and pulled out a set of desert dancer clothes, thin and open, meant to flash skin with every step. He pressed the fabric into her hands.

"Wear it and dance. But my dick stays in your ass the whole time."