Chapter 288
Neo’s eyes widened in shock and determination as the chaotic energy of the portal swirled around him. Heart pounding, he pushed forward with everything he had, rushing through the shimmering gateway right alongside the red-skinned demon. The moment both of them crossed the threshold, the world shifted completely. They stood in a dense forest where every tree glowed with deep purple leaves that rustled like whispers of danger. Above them, the sky burned a harsh, unnatural yellow, casting an eerie glow over everything. The air felt thick, alive with power.
Neo took a deep breath, his broad shoulders tensing as he scanned the surroundings. This place pulsed with demonic mana—vital, strong, and vicious in a way that made the darkness mana from his original world feel tame by comparison. It hummed against his skin, raw and hungry, like it could swallow the weak whole. His muscles, already honed from battles and skill fusions, felt charged by it. He rolled his powerful arms, feeling the strength in his thick, corded legs and wide chest. This was a land that rewarded the bold.
He quickly opened his system map. The glowing interface showed the nearest town was about twenty miles away. "Let’s move," Neo said, his voice low and steady, the kind of tone that left no room for argument. He summoned his darkness wings, black energy flaring out from his back like shadows given form. The demon nodded once, and they took off, flying low over the twisted purple canopy. Wind whipped past Neo’s face, his sharp jaw set in focus. He was here for one reason—to carve out his place in this brutal new world.
They reached the town faster than expected. Neo’s eyes widened again as they landed on the outskirts and walked in. This place was the raw definition of survival of the fittest. Strong demons openly shoved weaker ones aside in the streets. Cops—hulking figures in battered armor—turned their backs on cries for help from the poor huddled in corners. Rich merchants lounged behind protected stalls, their guards ready with weapons, while theft happened in plain daylight. Women in revealing clothes negotiated with clients right on the sidewalks, prostitution as common as breathing. Shouts and the occasional crack of a fist filled the air. It was lawless, ugly, and real.
Neo turned to the red demon beside him, his dark eyes narrowing. "Is it always like this here?"
The demon shrugged, his voice rough like gravel. "Yeah. Today’s actually calmer than usual. Normally it gets way darker, more blood in the gutters by nightfall. You get used to it... or you don’t last."
Neo nodded, absorbing the words. He wasn’t here to fix the town. He had his own path. With a quick gesture, he stored the demon back into his inventory, the red figure vanishing in a swirl of dark energy. Alone now, Neo kept walking through the narrow, shadowed alleys. The smell of smoke, sweat, and cheap food hung heavy. That’s when he spotted her.
A woman sat on the cold ground, huddled under a thin coat that did little to hide her massive curves. Her huge ass and heavy breasts strained against the fabric as she shivered from the chill. Something about her pulled Neo’s gaze like a magnet. Then he noticed the poster plastered on the wall right above her head. It showed a busty demon woman with bare red breasts, blowing a kiss, advertising "OnlyDemon – Adult Subscription Platform. Monthly purchase if interested. Visit www.onlydemon.com."
The site stated that only females were allowed to watch and that no male demons could enter. It also had strict soul-level requirements, meaning that everyone watching there was female.
This made Neo eager to join the platform, knowing he would enjoy himself in a place where only women were allowed.
He picked up the paper and realized that, as a male who wasn’t a demon, he was the only one who could exploit this loophole. He could enter the platform and enjoy what felt like a paradise filled exclusively with women.
Neo’s pulse quickened. He checked her status with a glance. Strength: 6 stars. Name: Night. She had potential.
He stopped in front of her. "Do you sell yourself? How much?"
Night looked up slowly, her bright red eyes meeting his. Her voice came out tired but edged with surprise. "Do you really want to buy me?" She studied him—his tall, muscular frame, the way his broad shoulders filled out his clothes, the confident set of his jaw. He looked like trouble, but the good kind. Strong. Capable.
Neo nodded, his gaze tracing her body openly. "Yeah. I like curvy women like you. Thick where it counts."
Night sighed deeply, the sound heavy with years of hardship. She pulled back the collar of her coat, revealing a branded mark on her neck—a crude horse symbol. "I’m a runaway slave. Buying me would just bring you problems. Owners don’t let go easy."
Neo reached down and grabbed her hand firmly, his large, calloused palm swallowing hers. His touch was warm, steady. "I like problems." He pulled her up gently but with clear strength, helping her to her feet. She stood close now, her yellow skin glowing softly under the alley light, her massive breasts rising and falling with quick breaths. Up close, she looked every bit a true devil—fiery eyes, dangerous curves that screamed temptation.
"Don’t worry," he added, voice low. "I’m strong enough."
Her red eyes searched his face. "How much are you worth, really?"
"Thirty stars," Neo said simply. After fusing his skills, his power had surged. Night’s eyes snapped wide open in disbelief.
"Really?" she whispered.
Neo took a longer look at her. Her bright yellow skin was smooth, begging to be touched. Those massive boobs and that huge, round ass looked delicious, full and soft in all the right places. Her glowing red eyes held fire, intelligence, and a spark of hope now breaking through the caution. She was nothing like the broken women he’d seen shuffling through the town earlier. She had fight in her.
He glanced back at the poster, then at her. "How about you work with me? I buy you free, and you tell me what you’re worth."
Night fell silent for a long moment, biting her full lower lip. Then she spoke. "Four hundred thousand mana stones."
Neo didn’t hesitate. He paid her right there, the heavy bag of stones changing hands. Night lifted it, her arms trembling not from weight but from pure shock. Her face—wide-eyed, mouth slightly open—showed she couldn’t believe this was real. A stranger had just freed her. Neo watched her expression, memorizing the moment, then glanced at the OnlyDemon site address again to lock it in his mind.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand once more. They walked together to a nearby electronic shop. Neo bought a solid PC setup, three high-quality cameras, and a voice recorder. He paid quickly, grabbed the bag, and they left. Night stayed close, her curvy body brushing against his side as they moved.
They reached a modest inn. Neo paid the bored receptionist for a full month upfront, the coins clinking heavily. Then he grabbed Night’s hand again, leading her up to their room. The door clicked shut behind them. The space was simple but private—bed, walls, dim lights.
Night stood there, looking at him with those fiery red eyes. Her voice was softer now, submissive but laced with curiosity. "What should I do, master? Order me."
Neo pulled out a bottle of lube from his inventory, his mind already racing with ideas. Seeing her bright yellow skin, he selected a neon purple slingshot bikini, a cute catgirl headband, and a leopard-print tail connected to anal beads. He handed them over. "Oil yourself up. Rub it all over your naked body. Then wear the slingshot bikini, push this tail into your ass, and come out from the bathroom when you’re ready."
Night nodded, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade. She gathered the items and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door with a soft click. Neo moved fast. He set up the PC, logged into the OnlyDemon site, and created an account. He connected the three cameras: one strapped securely to a headband on his own forehead for a personal view, one on the wall for a clear side shot of the bed, and one in the corner for a top-down angle. The live stream started. His heart thrummed with excitement and control.
Minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Night stepped out.
Neo smacked his lips, a low appreciative growl escaping his throat. She looked absolutely delicious. The neon purple slingshot bikini barely contained her massive, oiled breasts, the thin straps digging into her soft yellow flesh and making them bulge enticingly. Her huge ass cheeks were mostly exposed, shining under the room lights. The oil made every curve glisten, turning her skin into a golden, tempting glow that begged to be touched, squeezed, licked. The cat ears on the headband added a playful cuteness that mixed dangerously with the raw sex appeal. The leopard tail swayed behind her, the anal beads buried deep inside, making her hips shift with every step in a way that was pure sin. It blended sexiness and cuteness in one perfect way.