Chapter 376: Horny and Loaded

Nash woke up slowly, his head still heavy from last night. Before he’d even opened his eyes, he felt everything around him: Sarra was pressed against his right side, her generous chest crushed against his arm, her breathing slow and steady against his skin. To his left, Aiko was half asleep on his chest, one leg thrown over his, her red hair scattered messily across his shoulder. And on top of it all, Zayela, sprawled across the foot of the bed, one hand resting carelessly on his thigh, like even in her sleep she kept marking her territory.

He stayed still for a moment, eyes closed, simply savoring the warmth of three different bodies against his, the texture of their skin, the mixed scent of shampoo, of faint sweat.

His hand drifted down slowly, almost by reflex, brushing Sarra’s hip, sliding up along her waist toward the swell of her chest. He closed his palm around a breast, weighing it with care, like he was gauging its exact weight, its exact texture, before rolling the hardened nipple slowly between two fingers, just to see what reaction it would draw out. Sarra stirred weakly in her sleep, a small sigh escaping her, her back arching just slightly, without fully waking up.

Nash smiled, eyes still closed, satisfied with his little test.

He turned his head a bit, his lips brushing the top of Aiko’s head, breathing in the scent of her hair, before letting his free hand slide backward, under the sheet, finding Zayela’s thigh. He moved it up slowly, with the same methodical curiosity, until he felt the thin fabric of her panties, his fingers lingering there a moment, pressing gently, already feeling the heat through the cloth. Zayela let out a low grumble in her sleep, her hips lifting slightly to meet his hand, maybe just a reflex.

He pulled his hand back before going any further, a satisfied smile on his lips. Just checking everything’s working fine, he told himself, knowing full well he was lying to himself.

He could already feel his own body reacting, that familiar, insistent pressure building, his monumental erection standing proud like a middle finger.

Not today, he thought, a resigned smile on his face. Today we finally move on to the best phase.

He carefully worked his way out of the tangle of arms and legs, letting the three girls keep sleeping, adjusting himself with a grimace before standing up, completely naked, stretching out long, the muscles of his back rolling under his skin.

He glanced back one last time at the bed, at the three still-sleeping bodies, at Sarra who’d rolled onto her back, one breast half exposed by the sheet that had slipped, at Aiko mumbling something unintelligible as she pulled the pillow tighter against her, at Zayela sprawled out full length, like she was trying to take up as much space as possible.

Maybe later anyway, he told himself, heading toward the bathroom.

The bathroom was already occupied. The big tub was full, Kai and Miko already in it, the hot water reaching up to their chests, while Chio was just sliding in herself, laughing about something Nash didn’t quite catch as he walked in.

"Oh," Kai said, a smile spreading across her lips at the sight of him. "Look who finally decided to get up. Come on, there’s room."

Nash didn’t need to be told twice. He slid into the hot water, settling against the edge of the tub, one arm stretched out on the marble on each side.

Kai was the first to move closer, sliding against him under the water, her firm, voluptuous breasts pressing against his chest, her hardened nipples dragging against his skin with every small movement. She climbed halfway onto him, a leg on either side of his, her hips naturally finding their place right above his already well-maintained erection.

"Sleep well?" she asked, her voice lower, her nails tracing a slow line down his abs under the water.

"Like an angel," Nash answered, a smile on his lips, one hand coming to rest on her hip. "And you all? Feels like every time I come in here there’s a fifty-fifty chance I’m gonna run into you."

"Oh, hygiene’s cool, right? Besides, I didn’t see you brush your teeth, c’mon, get over here..." Kai murmured, before pressing her mouth against his, her tongue seeking his without hesitation. Nash let her for a moment, savoring the taste of her mouth, answering with the same intensity, one hand sliding up her wet back to close around the back of her neck, holding her against him.

Miko had drifted closer in the meantime, shyer but just as determined, pressing herself against his side, her small chest against his arm, her lips finding his shoulder, leaving a trail of light kisses there before gently biting the skin.

Nash turned his head toward her with a smile, his free hand sliding under the water to find her thigh, moving up slowly, feeling her shiver under his palm.

Chio wasn’t far behind, sliding in on the other side, her hands slipping under the water until they found his erection, closing firmly around it, a slow up-and-down motion that pulled a low groan out of Nash.

"She’s right," Chio said, a mischievous smile on her lips, tightening her grip slightly. "Gotta clean everything properly, no?"

Nash let his head tip back against the edge of the tub, savoring the sensation, Chio’s hand keeping its steady rhythm, Kai’s mouth back on his neck, biting at the skin just under his jaw, Miko pressing her chest against his arm as she chased a kiss of her own.

He could have let them keep going. He clearly wanted to, every nerve in his body begging him to stay right there, to let them finish what they’d started.

But he liked the idea of making them wait even more.

He gently caught Chio’s wrist, stopping her motion without any roughness, a smile on his lips.

"Not right now," he said, his voice staying perfectly calm, almost amused. "We’ve got a team to run this morning. But tonight, who knows?"

Kai lifted her head, a little disappointed but understanding the situation anyway.

"Fine, fine... but this time I’m first on the list, okay? I’ve been way too starved lately."

"First place," Nash confirmed, brushing her bottom lip with his thumb. "I guarantee the wait’ll be worth it."

Chio let out a small laugh, giving him one last squeeze before letting go, a satisfied smile on her lips despite the frustration.

"You better deliver tonight."

"You doubt me?" Nash answered, straightening up in the water, his massive, veiny cock floating above the three girls’ dazzled faces.

He finished washing up quickly, heading back down to his room to get dressed, a satisfied smile on his lips, already sensing this day was going to be a long one.

Downstairs, the great living room was already buzzing.

Some of them hadn’t even bothered getting dressed after the night, topless, sitting cross-legged on the rug or sprawled on a couch, without the slightest self-consciousness. Others had thrown on a simple oversized t-shirt that hit mid-thigh, nothing underneath, the fabric riding up with every movement and giving away all the secret gardens underneath. The smell of coffee hung in the air, mixed with the fainter scent of skin and shampoo.

When Nash finally came down the stairs, it was like the whole room woke up at once. Several heads turned at the same time, several voices rising, overlapping, each one trying to grab his attention before the others, a little crowd in heat that had just spotted its prey.

"Come here," Lina called from the couch, deliberately spreading her legs, tugging her t-shirt up in an offhand motion to give a hint of what was, or rather wasn’t, underneath. "I’ve been keeping a nice warm spot for you."

"No, here," Nia countered from the other side of the room, arching slightly as she stretched, her bare breasts lifting with the motion, a provocative smile on her lips. "She’s offering you a seat, I’m offering you the full breakfast."

"You’re all ridiculous," Rei commented from an armchair, but her own gaze followed Nash’s every move with an interest she wasn’t really trying to hide, her fingers tightening slightly around her cup.

It was finally Zayela, who’d come back down in the meantime, who settled it, taking a seat on the big central couch, wearing nothing but a thin tank top that didn’t hide much, and simply spreading her legs, patting the space between them.

"Here," she said, an unmistakable smile on her lips. "Like always."

Nash didn’t need asking twice, crossing the room to sit down between Zayela’s legs, his back against her chest, his head eventually settling comfortably against the soft, generous warmth of her breasts. A chorus of playful boos and laughter immediately broke out across the room, Lina throwing a cushion in the couch’s direction, Nia throwing her arms up.

"It’s always her," Lina complained, half-joking, a wide grin on her lips.

"Every single time," Nia added, dropping onto the neighboring couch. "One of these days I’m gonna organize an actual lottery, I swear."

Zayela let out a satisfied little laugh, her arms wrapping around Nash’s chest, her chin resting on the top of his head, clearly savoring her small victory.

"There," she murmured. "Like that."

Nash closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the position, feeling Zayela’s breathing against the back of his neck, before Dahlia walked in at a brisk pace, tablet clutched to her chest, Victoria right behind her, immaculate as always, Saya bringing up the rear, carrying Victoria’s bag against her.

"Alright," Dahlia said, stopping in the middle of the living room, scanning the space. "Everyone here? Perfect. Let’s get started."

She switched on her tablet, projecting a first chart onto the wall screen.

"You all know what’s going on. The Baby-Boom transfer has officially kicked off the next phase for Blacklist. The numbers coming in are huge."

She scrolled through the screen, stopping on a list of brand names.

"Three major sponsors have already signed. Two more are in advanced negotiations. Which practically means one thing: every salary just got revised upward. Four contracts in particular stand out well above the rest. Nash, obviously. Jaz and Rei too, given their weight on the court. And Aiko."

Aiko blinked, sitting up in her seat.

"Me? Seriously?"

"Seriously," Dahlia confirmed.

A proud smile started spreading across Aiko’s face, her chin lifting slightly, an almost triumphant posture settling in.

"Well, obviously," she said, her voice full of confidence. "It’s normal, with my level of play, and as the rival—"

"It’s mostly because you were already the most popular singer in Baby-Boom before the transfer even happened," Dahlia cut in. "Sponsors are paying for your face and your voice just as much as your game. Speaking of which, we should figure out what we’re doing with all of your music careers, there’s real business potential there."

Aiko’s smile vanished in an instant, her cheeks flushing.

"It’s not like I need that to be good," she muttered, crossing her arms, pouting. "I’m plenty good on my own, thank you very much."

"Nobody said otherwise," Dahlia answered.

"Hmph," Aiko huffed, sinking deeper into her seat, annoyed.

Nia, sprawled on the neighboring couch, waved a hand dismissively.

"Personally, I couldn’t give less of a damn about the salary. As long as Nash keeps wrecking me every night, I don’t need another cent."

Victoria slowly turned her head toward her.

"That can be arranged," she said. "Since money doesn’t interest you, I could very easily revise your contract downward. Frees up budget for everyone else."

Nia sat bolt upright. She jumped up in a hurry, coming around the couch to plant herself behind Victoria, her hands landing on her shoulders, starting up a suddenly very thorough massage.

"Easy, easy," Nia said. "I was joking. Completely. Total bluff. My salary stays exactly where it is, thanks."

Victoria let out a small laugh, closing her eyes for a moment under Nia’s hands.

Lina, meanwhile, clearly hadn’t followed half the presentation, but she’d caught the part that concerned her: Nash and big money.

"Wait," she said, sitting up suddenly on the couch. "That means Nash is gonna have even more cash? Like, even MORE?"

"That’s broadly the idea, yes," Dahlia confirmed. "And it’s not just Nash, everyone—"

"Well, as the official number one whore of this household," Lina declared, pointing at herself, "I believe I’m entitled to be covered in gold. Literally. Jewelry everywhere, real stones, no cheap knockoffs."

Zayela slowly turned her head toward her, an eyebrow raised.

"Excuse me? Number one whore? Wrong person, sweetheart."

"No no, listen. You’re the number one woman, wife, the one he marries," Lina corrected, a finger raised. "I’m the number one whore. Whore, the one who gets skewered practically for free. Two completely different categories."

A silence followed, Zayela blinking, visibly weighing the distinction with a grudging respect.

"Okay," she said finally, nodding slowly. "That’s some real bitch-level strategy. I can respect that."

"In that case," Amara cut in from across the room, an eyebrow raised, "I’m contesting that title. I think I’ve got solid grounds for the number one whore spot."

"Oh yeah?" Lina answered, turning toward her, ready to defend her crown.

"I was the one who introduced him to anal, first, I remember, it was before he got pierced," Amara said, a proud smile on her lips, like she’d just cited an Olympic medal.

"Wait, you wanna go there?" Lina said, eyes going wide. "If you’re the one who gave him her ass first... I’m a thousand percent sure I’m the one who had his actual first time! I’m not gonna say why, but I’m ten thousand percent sure it was his first time."

General uproar exploded across the room, several voices overlapping at once, everyone throwing out their own theory, their own claim, their own crude joke, all in a joyful, chaotic mess with no rhyme or reason.

Nash, who’d stayed seated between Zayela’s legs through the whole thing, just covered his face with one hand, a resigned sigh escaping him.

"You are all seriously insane," he muttered, half amused, half overwhelmed, and deeply shaken that Lina remembered the worst memory of his sexual history.

It was Rei who finally came to his rescue, her clear voice cutting through the noise without even needing to raise it.

"Alright, that’s enough," she said. "We’re having an actual meeting here, not a whore contest to see who sucks best in this house." She shot a look at Nash, a subtle smile on her lips. "And let the man enjoy his money in peace for once."

"Thank you," Nash said, genuinely relieved.

Kai, who’d been watching the whole thing with quiet amusement from her armchair, leaned toward Jaz with a competitive smile.

"Bet I sign a better individual deal than you," she said.

Jaz burst out laughing.

"Girl, I’m the powerhouse of this team, alongside Nash. You don’t even come up to my tits."

"We’ll see," Kai answered, a predatory smile on her lips.

Nash stayed quiet for a moment, letting the noise continue around him, his gaze drifting vaguely up toward the ceiling.

"Honestly," he said finally, mostly to himself, "whatever the number ends up being, I don’t even know if I still need to buy anything. I’ve already got everything I need, right here."

A brief silence followed his words, the girls around him trading fond looks, Dahlia rolling her eyes with a smile she wasn’t really trying to hide, Saya, standing a little apart near the door, letting a small smile slip too before quickly looking away.

Zayela, behind him, let out a small laugh, her arms tightening around his chest.

"Look at him," she said, a teasing but affectionate tone. "Mister man-of-the-house, satisfied and at peace." She leaned toward his ear, her voice dropping a register. "Careful, keep talking like that and you’re gonna end up devoured alive every single day by all these bitches around you, me first."

"Keep talking like that, I’m counting on it," Nash answered, a slow smile stretching across his face. "I’ve been holding back too long. One of these days, I’m gonna wreck you all until the last one of you passes out."

He’d said it just as a reaction to the teasing, action and response, nothing more. But something happened then, something nobody in the room really understood in the moment.

The tension of the moment, combined with what Nash had just said, had partially triggered his Beast Mode passive.

A collective shiver seemed to run through every girl in the room at once, a sudden spark lighting up in several gazes, an almost tangible heat rising through the air of the living room all at once.

Nia sat up sharply on the couch, her breathing coming a little shorter, her thighs pressing together instinctively. Lina bit her lower lip, her eyes locked on Nash with new intensity. Even Rei, usually so composed, felt her cheeks warm and a shiver run up the back of her neck for no clear reason.

Nash himself noticed nothing in particular, too absorbed in his own declaration to register the effect it had just produced.

Dahlia, on the other hand, felt something very concrete pass through her, a sudden warm dizziness that stole her breath for a second, an unexpected wetness settling between her thighs, her tablet nearly slipping from her hands. She blinked several times, trying to steady herself, her voice a little shaky when she spoke again.

"O-Okay," she stammered, clearing her throat, trying her best to recover her usual professional tone. "We, uh— we should move things along. Today’s agenda is checking out Blacklist’s new training facility. And the first full team practice."

She took a deep breath, pulling herself together a bit more.

"Get ready. We leave in two hours."

The following two hours were taken up with preparations, a joyful, slightly chaotic energy sweeping through the whole manor, gym bags being packed, things being searched for, laughter echoing from one room to the next.

Saya, meanwhile, stayed on the edge of all the commotion, not quite sure where she was supposed to be in this collective movement. She eventually made her way over to Victoria, who was checking something on her phone near the entrance, the bag still in hand as instructed.

"Ma’am," she said, hesitant. "Am I... supposed to come with you all? Or stay here? I’m not really sure what I’m supposed—"

She looked away, omitting the third option that would take her back to her hotel room. Victoria looked up from her phone, one eyebrow raised, an almost amused expression crossing her face.

"Do you really think you have any freedom of decision on that?" she asked. "Get in the bus."

Saya blinked, caught off guard, before a smile appeared on her face despite herself.

"Yes, Ma’am," she said, already hurrying toward the exit, her step lighter than it had been in a long time.

Victoria watched her for a moment, then frowned and shook her head.

"...And of course, that one too. You’re going to make her happy as well, huh?"