Chapter 224
Neo watched the woman carefully as she took what he offered and ate. The change hit her almost at once. Her already full figure swelled further. Her bronze ass grew even larger than Nia’s minotaur rear, heavy and round enough that a grown man could rest both hands on it and still leave space. Her breasts ballooned into massive, soft weights that strained against the thin cloth she wore. Her face filled out, cheeks soft and pink with returning color. The dull haze in her eyes cleared. Golden light returned to them, sharp and alive again.
Neo clicked his tongue and smacked his lips. "You passed the test. From now on you live here. Bring your kids. Tell that husband of yours I’ll break his back if he tries to come near you again."
She nodded once, still breathing hard from the sudden shift in her body.
Neo guided her to the bed and laid her face-down. He stood back for a moment and just looked. That massive bronze ass rose higher than any pillow, soft and wide enough that a baby could rest on it and sink halfway into the flesh. The cheeks were thick, smooth, and heavy. They jiggled when she shifted her weight.
He climbed onto the bed and mounted her back. His knees pressed into the mattress on either side of her hips. He looked down at his own cock, already hard, and grinned. With a flex of will he made it grow until it reached a full fifteen inches, thick and veined, the head flared and dark. He lined the tip up with the tight chocolate ring of her asshole and pressed forward.
The first five inches sank in with almost no resistance. Her ass was so deep and soft that the stretch barely registered for her. She had taken her husband’s three inches for years and felt nothing new yet. Neo kept pushing. The sixth inch forced a sharp intake of breath from her. Her golden eyes went wide. Pain flickered across her face. Every extra inch after that stretched her further. Her body tried to push him out, but the thick meat kept sliding deeper until his balls finally slapped against the soft flesh of her ass and the entire length was buried inside her.
She bit down on her tongue hard enough to leave marks. Her hands clenched the sheets. She was holding on by pure stubbornness. The moment Neo pulled back and thrust forward again, that last bit of control snapped. A loud, broken moan tore out of her, half pain and half something deeper.
Neo reached forward and gripped the back of her head, fingers sliding into her thick hair. He started thrusting in earnest. Every time his hips met her ass it felt like falling into a soft, living cushion. The heavy cheeks parted around him and then closed again with a wet, heavy slap. Inside, her walls gripped him in tight, rhythmic waves, the heat and pressure milking his cock on every stroke. She lifted one leg higher without thinking, giving him a deeper angle. Neo drove into her harder, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the room—*plap, plap, plap*—loud and filthy. Sweat started to bead on his broad shoulders and run down the hard lines of his chest and stomach. His muscled arms flexed as he held her steady. His powerful thighs worked with steady force.
He felt the pressure build fast. Her inner walls squeezed him in rolling pulses that refused to let him pull free. Neo buried himself to the root one last time and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep into her ass. He stayed locked inside her while the last pulses emptied him, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from his jaw onto the smooth bronze skin of her back.
Only then did he pull out. He flipped her onto her back with easy strength. Her massive breasts settled heavily against her chest. He parted her thick thighs and settled between them, hands sliding under each leg to grip the soft underside. His eyes widened. The width of her hips was ridiculous—fertile, flared, made for carrying. No wonder she had already given birth four times.
"How long is your husband’s dick?" he asked.
She blushed hard, the pink rising under her dark skin, and held up three fingers without a word.
Neo laughed, low and rough. "Three inches and he still got four kids out of you. That wasn’t skill. That was this body screaming to get knocked up. A normal woman wouldn’t even feel three inches. Yours is built to take seed and grow it."
A sharp system chime cut through the air.
**Ding!**
Host has found a wide-hips fertile woman. Rarity: 1 in one billion.
If Host claims her as his woman and cums inside her once, she is guaranteed to conceive triples at minimum with every pregnancy.
**Unlocking new system features!**
Ding! Host’s impregnation capacity has increased. For every successful birth from Host’s seed, Host’s overall power will double.
Ding! It is detected that this woman shares the same rare fertile bloodline with her four daughters. System strongly advises Host to claim them all.
Neo’s eyes narrowed as he read the floating text. He still did not know the woman’s name, yet the system was already pushing him to breed her and her daughters. He was tribal chief now. Spreading his seed was no longer just desire—it was duty. He had always known a day like this would come.
He sighed once, settled his decision, and looked down at her. "Your name is Premy from now on. Premier. First one I plan to impregnate for real. I’m the tribal chief here. Become my woman—you and your daughters. I’ll take care of all of you."
Premy burst into tears. The sound was raw and sudden. She nodded hard, tears running down her full cheeks. "Yes. Please. We’ll follow every order. I like the name Premy. My daughters will obey you too. I’m sick of poverty. Sick of my husband coming home every night and beating me and the girls. If I hadn’t stood iron-hard against him he would have sold us to a brothel long ago."
Neo nodded. He did not push into her again. Not yet. Not until he had seen the daughters with his own eyes. He reached for the shop keys on the nearby table and pressed them into her hand.
"Go. Bring your daughters here to live. I’ll deal with your husband. Just tell me how he looks, his name, and where he usually stays."
Premy wiped her face and nodded. "My husband is named Sol. He’s a black-skinned man with a scar over his left eye. He can’t see out of that eye. At this hour he’s usually in the bar drinking liquor."