Chapter 400: Experimenting During Daylight

The small court by the manor was way different from the flashy new training center. It was basically a hideout, a quiet little spot for when you just wanted to shoot some hoops without a bunch of people breathing down your neck.

It was around 3 PM. The eternal twilight from the Spires was filtering through the roof windows in a way that looked kind of trippy.

Dahlia had spent all morning dealing with interviews for the staff. Finally, shit was moving! After weeks of boring-ass paperwork, they were actually getting three new housekeepers, another cook, and two nannies. Nash had gotten a quick text from her: Almost done. Just have to sign the contracts.

He’d actually smiled at that. One less headache on his massive to-do list.

Right now, Nash was alone on the court. He had the ball under his arm, staring at the hoop, but his mind was totally elsewhere.

He couldn’t stop thinking about his skill: "Reciprocal Combustion." Basically, the more he fucked, specifically, every time he came inside a girl, the more physical and mental stamina she would get back. Pretty sweet deal, right? He could use Beast Mode and the team Zone state to wreck the competition, and then just get a good fuck to recharge the whole team.

On paper, it sounded like a cheat code. But here was the problem: he’d never actually tried it during a real match. So far, he’d only used Beast Mode three times, once with Jaz, once with the whole group, and once with Victoria.

And every single time, the result was the same: the girls were absolutely wiped. Totally KO’d. They couldn’t even move without help after he was done.

The skill had popped up during his night with Victoria. The System just handed it to him, no quest, no nothing, right when he needed it.

Now, any normal guy would think he won the sex lottery. Like, who complains about having a cosmic excuse to fuck more? The plan was simple: use every halftime or break as a recovery session.

But Nash was doing the math, and honestly, it was giving him a fucking headache.

Beast Mode drains a girl’s energy insanely fast. To get them back on their feet, he needed "Reciprocal Combustion," but that only worked if he finished inside. And from what he saw with Victoria, one round wasn’t nearly enough. It took several loads, like, a real marathon, to get someone back to 100% after Beast Mode.

Which meant if he wanted his team to survive a game, he’d have to organize a full-on orgy every single halftime. Not just a quickie in the locker room, but a whole-ass marathon with multiple girls, multiple rounds... all in fifteen minutes before the ref blew the whistle.

Basically, he was screwed.

Nash let out a dry, joyless laugh and shook his head.

"Even this," he muttered, "is a pain in the ass."

He never thought he’d actually complain about sex, but here he was. It had turned into some weird tactical coaching plan, except it involved orgies and there just wasn’t enough time in the day.

That’s when he heard footsteps.

He turned around and saw Rumi. She was walking in from the entrance completely naked. She did this all the time, and honestly, everyone had just stopped asking why. Her blonde hair was a mess, and she just strolled in like being butt-naked in public was the most normal thing in the world. Nash whistled without even thinking, a little smirk on his face.

"Yo," Rumi said. She stopped right next to him, hands on her hips, boobs puffed out.

Nash had a tiny mental glitch, with all the shits happening, he still learned the names of the girls, so he actually had to think hard before it clicked.

"Ah... uh... Rumi," he said with a nod. "Still naked, I see."

"Always," she shrugged, not giving a flying fuck. She plopped down on the hardwood next to him and stretched her legs out. "Saw the court was empty, figured I’d just hang for a bit."

"Hang how?" Nash asked, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t actually surprised; the naked thing was just her routine.

"Dunno," Rumi answered. "I just feel better in my own skin after a workout, ya know? Like, more relaxed." As she talked, she reached up and started kneading her own breasts slowly. Nash watched as her nipples hardened under her palms. "It loosens the muscles, all dat."

Nash blinked, just processing the view.

"Yeah," Rumi continued, acting like she was talking about the weather. Her fingers were pinching her nipples now, her boobs bouncing as she kept rubbing them. "Like, nuttin’ better to unwind after a good session."

"Interesting," Nash said, watching her, wondering where this was going.

Suddenly, Rumi stood up and turned around to stretch. It gave him a full view of her back and that firm ass of hers. She actually gave herself a little smack on the cheek—slap—and Nash watched the flesh bounce before a pink mark appeared on her tan skin.

"Don’t ya think I’ve made good progress, glute-wise?" she asked with a cheeky smile, looking back at him. "All dat work under the rim, it’s payin’ off."

Nash’s eyelids drooped. He had a smirk on his face because it was obvious: she was trying to get him horny.

"It shows," he admitted.

Rumi moved in close, rubbing her leg against his. She slid a finger between her own thighs, a slow, sensual move, while keeping her eyes locked on his.

"Ya know," she murmured, her voice getting low, "I was wonderin’ bout somethin’. Like, if we kept trainin’ even harder, what ya think dat’d look like?" Her finger kept moving toward her pussy, never breaking eye contact. "I’m sure I could last longer dan you think."

Nash wasn’t fooled. He had a big, amused grin. He leaned in, dropping his voice to match hers.

"What exactly are you playing at?" he teased.

"Me?" Rumi acted innocent, even though her finger was still working. "Nothin’ at all. Just a chat between teammates."

"Sure," Nash said. He leaned in and put his hand on her thigh, sliding it up toward her crotch. "A chat between teammates."

Rumi let out a little laugh, her breathing getting shallow. She reached down and put her hand right on Nash’s package, stroking the tip through his clothes with a slow, agonizing precision.

"Exactly," she breathed.

The tension was rising. Every word, every touch was getting hotter. Nash could feel himself hardening under her hand, and suddenly, he froze. An idea sparkled in his head.

Rumi was a pivot, the team’s tank. She could take any hit without flinching. If his skill worked the way he thought, she was the perfect test subject. He needed to see if she needed as many "charges" as Victoria did.

He grabbed her wrist to stop her hand.

"Wait."

Rumi frowned, looking impatient.

"Wait, what?"

"I’ve got a better idea," Nash said with a smile.

"Like what?"

"A personal training session. Just you and me. I’ve noticed some stuff in your game that needs fixing, and I’ve got a way to make you improve way faster."

Rumi blinked, surprised.

"Wait... a trainin’ just for me? You and me, no one else?... Right now?"

"Yeah," Nash confirmed.

A huge grin replaced her frustration.

"I am SO down!" she said, practically bouncing. "You have no idea how much it means to me dat you’d think of me like dat."

Nash smiled, grabbed the ball, and tossed it to her.

"Alright, let’s start."

For twenty minutes, they actually did drills. Nash had her working on rebounds and screens. Rumi went at it with a total violence, more crashing than control, just thrilled to have him all to herself. At one point, she deliberately fouled him and flashed a "V" sign, laughing her head off.

But she hadn’t forgotten her goal.

"Take your shirt off," she said between drills, wiping sweat from her forehead. "I’m the only one naked here, it ain’t fair."

"Not yet," Nash answered, smirking and passing the ball back. "One more set."

Rumi grumbled but got back to it. Her "fouls" were getting less and less accidental; she was basically just looking for any excuse to press her body against his.

On one rebound, she straight-up rubbed her ass against his crotch while jumping, pretending it was an accident. On the next screen, her hand slid right between his legs through the fabric, lingering way too long to be a mistake, all while staring him dead in the eyes with an innocent smile.

"You’re pretty agile when you want to be, huh?" Nash asked, amused.

"No idea what you talkin’ bout," Rumi replied, still smiling.

On the next drill, she went for it again. Her body pressed fully against his as she pivoted, her hand sliding up his thigh and closing briefly around him through the fabric. It was way too deliberate to be an accident.

But Nash didn’t let her off easy. He kept pushing her, making her run and dribble, deliberately cornering her so they had to brush against each other. He was testing how she reacted to every touch to build up the beast mode.

She was already naked and didn’t care, but that fact actually gave her more motivation to go all out. Every time she stopped to breathe, she looked at him with pure hunger, her chest heaving, sweat glistening on her skin.

"Seriously, take it off," she pleaded after a brutal rebound. "I can’t take seein’ you half-dressed while I’m dyin’ here."

"Soon," Nash said, dribbling around her. He was loving this.

He kept pushing her, chaining fakes and getting closer with every pass. His shoulder brushed hers, his hip grazed hers, and every little touch was fueling something in her that had nothing to do with basketball, and more to the ugliest form of Breakball.

Rumi started seeking contact openly. Her hands tried to grab him every chance she got, her body pressing into him whenever the drill allowed it. Her movements were getting slower, more intentional.

"Nash," she breathed, after he dodged her again. "The shirt. Now. Please."

Yeah, she was cooked. Time to get freaky.

Nash finally stopped and looked at her, his smile widening. Everything was ready.

He knew he could never do the "Beast Mode" trigger during a real game in front of thousands of fans, the way he did till now, fucking, so he might as well calibrate the process now.

"Alright," he said, stepping closer. "You’ve earned it."

Rumi followed him with her eyes, heart pounding. She was out of breath, her cheeks flushed. She clenched her fists, dying to rip his shirt off.

"Stop draggin’ this out," she breathed. "Come closer."

Nash played with her a bit more, brushing past her until he pressed himself fully against her back.

"You’re a real beast under the rim," he said, planting a firm hand on her hip. "I’ve never seen anyone take that many hits without slowing down. Nothin’ scares you."

Rumi shivered, grinding back against him with a small moan.

"Seriously," Nash continued, putting his other hand on her waist, "the way you control the paint, that aggression... it’s unique. There’s not another pivot in the league who plays like you."

"Keep goin’," she breathed, her voice trembling.

Nash closed his hand around her nape, gently tilting her chin up so she had to look at him.

"You’re mine," he whispered. "My favorite little animal. And I know that when you really try, you destroy everything. And that’s exactly what I want to see."

Rumi arched against him, eyes half-closed, breathing heavy.

"So show me," Nash said, tightening his grip on her neck. "Show me how much better you can be. Make me proud of you. Really proud."

"...I’m... I’m gonna show you," Rumi breathed, barely able to speak, her whole body tensing.

Suddenly, Nash felt a shift. Intense heat. Rumi arched her back, and a new spark lit up in her eyes.

Beast Mode: Activated.