Chapter 401: [R18] Experimenting After Midnight

The training resumed, but things got absolutely wild. Rumi was playing defense like a beast, just way too strong. Every time they bumped, it felt like a car crash. Nash had to push himself just to keep from getting knocked over, and Rumi was like the 4th best center on the team if you count Nash. She shouldn’t have been this scary, way to show how powerful the beast mode was.

But pretty soon, she stopped caring about the score. Her goal wasn’t the game anymore, but "The Game". She wasn’t even looking for the ball anymore; she was looking for his skin. She got all touchy, pressing her body against him every chance she got. All that sweat on her just seemed to make her hornier.

"Rumi," Nash laughed, barely catching his breath after she slammed him against the wall. "The ball is over there."

"I don’t give a fuck ’bout no ball," she breathed out, pressing her forehead right into his chest.

Then, her legs just gave out. The Beast Mode wore off as quickly as it started, leaving her completely drained. She collapsed onto the floor, shaking like a leaf.

Nash knelt down next to her, feeling pretty smug. Part one of the plan worked: the strength, how fast she burned through her energy... it was all there. Now, he just had to see how she "recovered."

"Hey," Nash whispered. He reached out and brushed a sweaty strand of hair off her forehead. "Still want it?"

Rumi struggled to lift her head. She looked totally wrecked, eyes glazed, chest heaving, but she had this little, genuine smile on her face.

"Always," she panted. "I just... my legs are dead, man."

"Perfect," Nash smirked, dropping to his knees right in front of her. "You won’t need your legs for what’s coming next."

[RUMI KOZAKURA – Bond Status]

Type: Loyal Pet Devotion

Affection: 99%

Lust: 96%

Trust: 100%

Pregnancy: 0%

Bond Sync: 5/5 – Attention Seeker

→ Preferences

Love Type: Loyal Pack Attachment (seeks to belong to someone stronger than herself)

Erotic Weakness: Physical dominance, being handled roughly, aura pressure, being praised like a prized trophy

Position Type: From behind with a firm grip on the hips; pinned against a wall or the floor; anything that lets Nash control the pace entirely

Foreplay Style: Physical roughhousing that turns intimate; casual nudity; teasing through play-fighting rather than words

→ Trigger Conditions

Physical dominance, firm grip

Being praised for her toughness and physical resilience

Private, one-on-one attention, away from the rest of the group

Her nudity being noticed rather than ignored [UNLOCKED]

Pack Leader Recognition(Crown of a Leader II) – Rumi surrenders completely when Nash treats her like his own personal animal/pet, increases her Affection by 10%. Stackable.

→ In-Scene Trigger Events

Nash choosing her specifically over a group session (+10% Affection)

Nash complimenting her endurance and strength, never her softness (+9% Affection, +5% Trust)

Nash personally taking care of her rather than leaving her alone (+8% Trust)

Forgetting or postponing promised one-on-one time with her → Trust -10%

Showing more modesty or embarrassment around her nudity than actual desire → Affection -5%

→ Risk Factor

Rumi needs to feel chosen, above the rest of the group.

She tolerates sharing him but needs proof that she matters individually. In front of Victoria, her tough exterior collapses completely. She becomes small, unable to meet the boss’s eyes. This must never be mocked. Breaking a promise of dedicated time with her reduces her trust.

Nash knew exactly how to play her. Rumi didn’t need any convincing, she’d been craving this since the afternoon started, but she had this little quirk. She needed the right words to really let go. She didn’t want to feel like just some random body; she wanted to feel like he actually wantedher.

"Look at you," he said, his voice getting deeper. "You gave it everything. Like, seriously everything. I’ve never seen you play that hard for that long."

Rumi let out a tired little giggle, her cheeks turning pink even though she was exhausted.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Nash confirmed. He slid one arm under her back and the other under her knees. "You’re not just a good center, Rumi. You’re one of a kind. And I’m definitely gonna reward you for that."

He lifted her up gently, using his own body as a brace as he leaned his back against the wall. Rumi just let it happen, totally trusting him. Her arms wrapped weakly around his neck as he sat her down right on his thighs, straddling him. She tucked her chin into the space between his shoulder and neck, her hot, shaky breath blowing right against his skin.

"Ya better take care of me now," she whispered against his neck.

"Always," Nash replied. One hand gripped her hip, while the other slid down, squeezing one of her cheeks hard. She was soft and warm, still damp with sweat, and he felt her shiver against him from just that one touch.

"You earned every second of this," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "That intensity you have under the hoop? That’s what’s gonna make you a star in the league."

Rumi closed her eyes, soaking in every word, her face buried in his neck. Her hips started moving, a slow, grinding motion back and forth. She was already soaking wet, and her pussy was rubbing right against the tight fabric of his shorts. Every slide made both of them sigh.

The heat from her pussy was leaking through the thin cloth, and musky smell rose between them, a mix of sweat and her own smell that hit Nash’s nose hard. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her hard nipples rubbing against his skin with every move.

"Keep talkin’ to me like that," she breathed, her hips speeding up a bit.

Nash’s cock was hardening fast, straining against his shorts. Every time Rumi rubbed against him, she was pressing the full shape of his dick against her folds through that thin barrier. It was burning hot.

"I’m gonna do better than talk," he replied.

He slid a hand between them and pulled the elastic of his shorts down just enough to let his hard dick pop out, resting right against her sweaty stomach.

Rumi let out a shaky breath the moment she felt the direct contact, skin on skin, hot and firm. Her hips froze for a second, then started again, slower this time. Her wet slit slid right along the length, her lips wrapping around his shaft with every pass, but not quite letting him in yet. A low moan escaped her every time she moved.

The thick moisture covered them both, and he could feel her clit rubbing against the top of his head every time she went up.

"Nash," she breathed, her fingers tightening around his neck, her eyes half-closed and locked on his. "Do it. Just... do it."

Her hips lifted slightly, lining herself up perfectly. Her soaking entrance pressed right against the tip of his dick, ready to go. That wet heat wrapped around the tip just for a second, a little teaser of what was coming. Nash grabbed her hips tight and slowly guided her down.

Slowly, inch by inch. His thick head opened her wet lips and slid inside. It was hot, tight, and way too wet to resist. Rumi made a sound that wasn’t even a word; just a muffled scream against his neck. Her thighs were still shaking from exhaustion, but her pussy clamped around him like it had been waiting for this its whole life.

"Fuck..." she gasped.

The heat, the thick wetness, the walls pulsing around his length. Nash took a moment to enjoy them, then, he pushed all the way in until his belly hit hers. Rumi’s sweat acted like a lubricant between their skins.

He noticed something. She was dead weight. Her legs were useless, she was only staying up because he was holding her. Basically, he’d have to do all the work.

"You’re even tighter than before," he whispered. "And you’re still totally exhausted. That’s fine. We’re starting slow."

Rumi didn’t answer. She just nodded, her forehead pressed to his shoulder, and tried to move. Her hips did a tiny little wiggle. Weak. Clumsy. Nash had to do all the work.

He put both hands under her ass, spread her legs a bit more, and started lifting her up and slamming her back down.

Yet, this time, he wasn’t being gentle; he wanted to finish this fast, see if he could do enough rounds to recharge the team in 15 minutes

Every downward stroke made a wet, sloppy, obscene sound on the empty court. Every time she hit, their skin slapped together. Rumi moaned with every hit, short, broken sounds, like she couldn’t get enough air.

"Nash... more— ah—!"

He sped up.

That was the sign for Nash. He didn’t want to do just one round in 15 minutes, so he changed the rhythm. Fast intense, almost violent. He made her bounce on his full length, his wide head opening her up over and over. Rumi screamed. Not words anymore, just high-pitched shrieks against his neck.

"Hnh— ah— ah— Nash—!"

Her breasts slammed against his chest with every impact, her nipples harder than ever and slick with sweat. He leaned his head down and licked a drop of sweat running between them. Salty, hot, everything to cum early. Rumi stiffened and squeezed him even harder.

Nash grit his teeth. He was pushing for it now, chasing that release like he was timing a sprint.

"Come on..."

He hammered into her faster, the sound of their bodies filling the whole place. Flesh hitting flesh. Sweat flying. His dick went all the way in, came out glistening, then disappeared again. Rumi couldn’t even hold her head up anymore. She just slumped against him, mouth open, a little bit of drool at the corner of her lips.

"Nnnh—! Ah—! J—!"

She came first, several times consecutively, so many violent spasms. Her walls clamped down on him so hard that Nash finally felt his first limit snap. He didn’t stop, though. He kept fucking her right through her orgasm, holding her hard until she was shaking, and then he exploded.

The first jet hit deep inside her, terrifyingly thick, hot, and dizzying. Nash groaned into her neck as he emptied himself, hips locked, feeling a massive wave of relief. Rumi let out a long, raspy sound, sounding surprised, like the heat inside her hit her in a way that wasn’t just in her stomach, but her whole soul.

Then, something changed.

Nash felt it before he saw it.

Around his dick, she tightened up. She wasn’t limp anymore. Rumi’s breathing calmed for a second, then sped up in a different way. Her thighs, which were dead a second ago, suddenly tensed. She lifted her head. Her eyes were clearer, and way hungrier.

"More," she said.

It worked. She had recovered more energy. How long had it been? Three minutes? Four? Damn, it was still so long.

To think that his endurance would become his biggest problem, how ironical.

Rumi’s hips started moving on their own, heavier, more intentional. She pushed off his shoulders, lifted herself up, and slammed back down hard. The sperm already inside her leaked out a bit around his shaft, white, stringy stuff dripping onto his balls.

"That... fuck... that woke me up. Now I’m hot again. Fill me up more."

Round two.

Nash flipped her. He rolled her onto the hardwood floor, her back against the warm wood, and plunged into her in one move. All 22cm disappeared instantly. Rumi screamed again, a real, loud one. Her legs flew open and she locked them around his waist, gripping him tight.

He didn’t try to make this last as long as the first, but damn, it was an hassle.

He just pounded to get to the finish line, not even trying to enjoy the rainbow of sensations. If he pounded fast and deep, he was sure to cum at some point, right?

It was as simple as ✓2 x✓2= 2. Simple, right?

The bottom of his belly slapped against hers. The wide head of his dick split the mix of her wetness and his previous load, making a loud suction sound every time he pulled back.

"Ah—! Ah—! Nnh—! Hnhs!" Rumi wasn’t talking anymore; she was just screaming.

Nash watched her work under him while he pushed his own body to the limit. Too much endurance, too much control, damn, the System had tricked him with this skill. He sped up even more, lifting her ass off the floor to hit her harder, faster, right on that spot that made her scream.

He leaned down, licked her breast, and bit her nipple, pulling it. Rumi arched her back. He switched to the other one, licked the sweat off her curve, then went for her mouth, kissing her messily while he hammered away. Tongues tangling. Hips clashing.

"I’m gonna— again— more—!"

She came again, even harder than the previous loads. Her nails dug into his back. The spasm around him was so violent it stole his control. Nash slammed in to the hilt and exploded.

Second load, longer. He dumped everything deep inside, growling into her mouth. Rumi took every drop with her eyes half-closed. Then, a different kind of shiver went through her.

Nash felt it immediately.

Her pussy tightened again. The sperm had lit a fire inside her. Her abs contracted. She pushed up on her elbows. She wasn’t limp anymore, she was glowing with sweat, and she was starving for more.

"Well, well, ready for a third round?" Nash whispered, still inside her, observing.

"Bet. Stand up," she said.

A streak of white sperm was already running down her inner thigh as she stood up. She pushed him against the wall, knelt for a second just to lick his glistening dick, from the base to the head, cleaning up their mess with one long swipe of her tongue. Then she stood up and turned her back to him.

"Take me like this. Like under the hoop. And cum. Fast."

Good, she understood the assignment. Round three could begin.

Nash grabbed her hips and entered her in one shot. Rumi slapped her palm against the wall and screamed. He fucked her standing up with brutal thrusts. Every thrust made her ass bounce against his lower belly. Flesh slapping. Sweat spraying. The sperm from the first two rounds foamed around his dick and dripped down her legs.

Rumi was leaning forward now, searching for more. She took the full girth without pulling back.

"Hnh—! Ah—! You’re— too—!"

"You’re a fucking machine," he groaned. "You take it all."

It was perfect, she was able to form more words now, and she could move on her own.

Well... She quickly stopped using words just to scream again, but it was rather due to Nash’s infamous dong. But for the rest, she was definitely in a good shape.

Nash grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and licked her sweaty neck. One of his hands slid between her legs to rub her clit while he hammered away at top speed, forcing her body to break again.

The place didn’t even exist anymore. Just the noise. Just the heat. Just this center’s body closing in on him.

Nash felt the third one coming. He accelerated. Short, powerful, all the way to the bottom. Rumi screamed and came again, legs shaking but still standing, held up only by his hands and the dick buried in her.

Nash exploded a third time.

Stronger, longer. He planted himself deep and emptied everything, forehead against her back, hips glued together. Rumi took it all with her mouth open against the wall.

"I can feel it... fuck, I can feel it..."

And... she didn’t collapse. She didn’t go down.

On the contrary.

She straightened up, still impaled, took a big breath, and looked back at him with a fierce smile. Her eyes were glowing. Her legs were steady. The exhaustion from the Beast Mode was just a memory now, replaced by an excitation that was too sharp, too sudden, too chemical.

Nash noted it, it was almost certain. The third charge meant full recovery. He could see the sparks in her eyes.

Now he just had to try playing again, and see...

"One more," she interrupted his thoughts. "This one’s for me."

Nash blinked.

Rumi pushed him to the floor, climbed on top, and impaled herself. One movement. All the way to the base. Nash groaned, now that wasn’t really the plan. He wanted to experiment the recovery for the game, but without any emergency, how to take that pleasure from her? She was soaking, full, slippery with sperm, and she rode him without mercy with her wide hips and the rhythm of a veteran center. Every descent made her pussy slap against him, her breasts bounce, and her weat flying.

"Look at me, c’mon," she shouted.

Nash looked. The way she was fucking him now was like the floor was a wrestling ring. She leaned down, licked his mouth, then sat up and sped up.

"You caused it. Now you fix me. More! More! Cum!"

Um... This might become trouble if I keep cumming inside... Still has to check on her pregnancy rate... Plus... What’s the point if I give another load but it’s beyond 15 minutes?

He thought, while his hands casually grabbed her ass and pulled her harder onto him. They met in the middle. Flesh, sweat, obscene noises. Rumi screaming above him.

"Ah—! Nnh—! Nash—!"

"Sorry to interrupt, but it’s going to last forever."

Both froze, then slowly looked behind. Dahlia stood right behind them, arms crossed.

For a moment, silence, then, she tilted her head and pointed her thumb toward the entrance.

"Nash, Ma’am need you to come. It’s tonight. The meeting with Lorenzo."