Chapter 409: Schrodinger’s Rat

Nash crossed the hallway toward the big shared bathroom with just a towel knotted around his waist.

That was where he ran into Zayela. She was coming out of her room, a towel thrown over her shoulder that covered absolutely nothing up top. Her heavy, full tits moved freely with every step. Her nipples were already hard from the cool air in the hall, or maybe from something else; either way, the look she gave Nash told its own story, and it sat clean on her brown, smooth skin.

Nash did not even try to look away. He ate her up with his eyes and stayed on her.

"Well then," Zayela said with a small mocking laugh, clocking immediately that he was staring. "Enjoying the show, cousin?"

"It’s a crime not to take a show when it’s walking around naked in front of everybody," Nash said.

"Everybody, huh?" She stepped in and her chest brushed his bare arm. "You’re not ’everybody.’ You’re just the guy who’s going to scrub my back in two minutes, so enjoy the free show while it’s still free."

Nash raised an eyebrow.

"Generous."

"Always," she said, and gave him a light slap on the ass as she passed him.

They pushed the bathroom door open together. The big marble tub was already full and steam was rising slow, turning the room a little hazy.

Zayela dropped her towel without even hesitating. She went fully naked. She walked toward the water, then half-turned to him with a very inviting smile, her chest lifting softly with every breath.

"So," she said, "you planning to stand there all morning staring, or are you coming with me?"

"Both options work for me," Nash admitted, and he dropped his own towel without wasting a second.

The hot water took both of them. Nash settled against the rim and Zayela came and sat on him, her knees sliding to either side of his hips under the water. Her hands found his chest, sliding over soapy pecs and down his abs, taking her time on every muscle while Nash’s hands went up her wet back, following her spine all the way down.

Zayela let out a small moan. Her head tipped back a little as Nash’s hands dropped to her hips, then closed hard on her ass. The skin was slick from the soap.

That was when a memory came up in Nash’s head. He saw himself younger, after that ugly chase. Walking into their tiny dump out of breath, five credits still crushed in his fist. Zayela had grabbed him by the collar after he timidly explained the mess.

"Are you completely stupid or what?" she had yelled, shaking him, voice shaking with anger and fear. "Five credits, Nash! FIVE! And if you die for that, what are your fucking credits even for?"

Back then he had not defended himself. He had just stood there, a little ashamed, letting his cousin, strong, protective, play the terrified big sister role. She had been more present than any adult in his kid life.

The memory faded, replaced by the feel of Zayela’s hot, wet skin against his abs. The same Zayela who used to scream at him.

Suddenly he closed his hand hard around her waist and pulled her even closer, crushing her to his chest.

"Nash—" she started, surprised.

"Relax," he murmured in her ear. He turned her slowly in the water so her back was to him, and his cock slid between her ass cheeks, rubbing slow against soapy skin.

Zayela let out a long moan, her head falling back on his shoulder.

Another memory crossed Nash’s mind, later in their life. That shitty garage where she worked. The guys hanging around out front talking about her like garbage, even in front of Nash, because he was that insignificant. Those assholes saying every filthy thing they would do to her if she ever let her guard down. He remembered the cold rage that rose in him every time he walked past, too young to do anything, forced to shut up.

He was not that powerless kid anymore.

His hand went up and took one of her tits, squeezing firm. Zayela moaned louder, her hands grabbing Nash’s forearm.

"Nash," she breathed. "Nash..."

He bent his head and found the curve of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a clean mark. She arched back into him on a last sigh.

He would have liked to see those garage guys again today. See if they would still talk about her like that in front of him.

She was there. The thing they wanted. Against him. His, and only his.

He lifted her just enough to slide his cock under her, then let her sit right back down on his pelvis. Zayela gasped, trying to catch her breath. She looked down between her own legs and her eyes widened.

There it was, Nash’s huge, vein-popping dick, lying flat against her pussy. It was hot, rock-hard, with the glistening head already poking out past her belly. She let out a little sob of surprise.

"Nash..." she breathed.

He started to move. He wasn’t actually inside her yet, but he was rubbing himself against her. It was a wet, sliding motion, his shaft trapped right under her, scrubbing against her slit while the head of his cock smacked right into her clit every time he pushed up. At the same time, he grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard.

"Ahh— Nash— hnh—"

His other arm wrapped around her, pulling her back against him almost too tight, her spine glued to his chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath, wanting to memorize this moment. It was Zayela, this Zayela. The girl who had been in his head since they were kids, and here she was, sitting on his lap, soaking wet and open for his cock.

He started picking up the pace. The friction got dirtier and faster. A mix of soap and her own juices lubricated his shaft, and you could actually hear the water splashing every time his hips slammed forward.

"HnhH— mmh— ahh— Nash—"

Zayela was desperate. She gripped his forearms, arching her back against his chest, her breasts bouncing against his hand with every move. He kept squeezing her, his hip movements getting shorter and harder, the head of his dick slapping her pussy over and over again.

"Nash... I’m— ahhh... Nash... Nash... N—AHHHH...!"

Her whole body was like petrified against him. She dug her nails into his skin, her muscles struck by a violent spasm, then another. Her scream broke into high-pitched moans as she came hard, sitting right on top of his cock with her back to him, without him even having to go inside yet.

Later, after getting "clean" and dressed, Nash finally went downstairs.

Victoria and Dahlia were in the big living room, sitting so close on the couch they looked like childhood best friends, not a boss and her assistant at all. It was crazy when you thought about it, because before, Dahlia always stayed in her corner, tablet tight to her chest, ready to vanish the second the talk got a little too personal.

Now? She was laughing out loud at a joke of Victoria’s. Their shoulders were even touching, and the work file on the tablet was just decoration.

Victoria noticed Nash first. She lifted her head and a big smile wiped the focused look off her face instantly.

"Hey, you," she said.

Dahlia gave him a smile just as bright.

Nash walked around the couch and leaned over the back to kiss Victoria. It started soft and got intense fast. He framed her face with his hands, then let his fingers slide down her neck, palms lingering on her skin like he needed to check it was really her.

This woman had nothing left in common with the one who used to see him as a piece on her revenge board, a tool for her freedom. That was far behind them. This Victoria, free and happy now, only felt a love strong enough to want to carry his child, and enough heat that she answered with the same energy, sliding her hand to Nash’s nape to keep him against her a little longer.

A few months earlier, that would have been her body as a sacrifice to keep control. Today it was a primary need, as basic as water and air.

When they finally broke apart, Nash straightened and looked at both women with a mischievous face.

"So. What are you two plotting?"

Dahlia put a hand on her chest, pretending to be shocked.

"Seriously? You show up, you kiss Ma’am like the world is ending, and I get what? Nothing? I don’t even deserve a little hello?"

Nash smiled and leaned toward her too.

"My bad. Where was my head?"

He caught her mouth in turn, and Dahlia did not waste a second: her tongue found his almost immediately. It was like a game between them, a kiss much more playful and hungry than the one with Victoria. Dahlia even nipped his lower lip, which made Victoria laugh while she watched.

Meanwhile Dahlia’s hand slid between them and closed straight on his cock, through the fabric of his shorts. She stroked him slow, still kissing him hard.

"You know," she murmured against his mouth, pausing only two seconds, "it’s funny. You’re always the first one awake in this house, and somehow you’re always the last one downstairs."

"How do you know I’m first awake? You watching me that close?" Nash asked, smiling. "You want a demonstration of the why?"

"Why not?" Dahlia said, nipping his lip again, a spark in her eyes.

"Alright," Victoria cut in from the couch, amused. "You two actually planning to do that here, now? Right before a match this important, too. You have to pace yourselves, ladies and gentlemen."

"Speaking of pacing," Nash said, turning to her. "You still wearing your little gift, Ma’am?"

Dahlia, still stroking him, smothered a small laugh against his shoulder. Victoria rolled her eyes, but she did not stop smiling.

"You want to check?" she offered. "Take your shot."

"Careful what you offer," Nash warned. "If I see that, I might mortgage you for the rest of the day."

Victoria stood slowly. She walked around the couch with a sure stride, except there was a little hitch in her steps that showed she was, in fact, taking this very seriously. She placed herself on Nash’s other side, and her hand slid down his chest, going lower.

"You know I can’t refuse you anything," she murmured at his ear. "And you know me. I never do anything halfway." Her voice dropped. "I trained so I could make you squeal like a puppy today."

Nash let out a small laugh, very interested in the threat. Dahlia on the left, Victoria on the right... the menu of the day already looked written.

That was exactly when the door opened.

Saya walked in, a file tight to her chest, outfit impeccable, hair perfectly tied. She stopped dead when she saw the scene. She looked briefly shocked, then pulled herself together fast, shaking her head.

"Sorry! I... I didn’t think I was interrupting. I’ll come back later!"

"Don’t worry," Nash said with a small friendly smile to calm her down. "You’re not bothering us at all."

Dahlia held her hand out toward the girl.

"So. You bring what I asked for?"

Saya nodded super fast and held out the stack of documents she had been clutching like treasure. Dahlia gave the pages a quick look, then glanced at the other two.

"Here’s everything on the Colossus roster. Everything we could find on them."

All at once the mood in the room changed. They had gone from a soft sensual moment to something a lot more serious. Victoria took the stack from Dahlia’s hands and started flipping through the pages.

"Good work," Victoria said without even looking up, talking to Saya. "This is going to help with the plan. We need to set a meeting with the whole team to break it down. Today, if we can."

"I’ll handle it," Dahlia said, already typing notes on her tablet.

Meanwhile Nash stole a sheet from the pile. He looked at Saya, curious.

"You did all this by yourself?"

"Y-yes," Saya stammered. She went all red and looked away for a second before forcing herself to meet his eyes. "I mean, Miss Dahlia helped me, but... I did all the research."

Nash smiled, amused at how flustered she was.

"And how’s it going with her?"

Saya straightened all at once.

"It’s amazing!" she said, clasping her hands. "Miss Dahlia is teaching me incredible organization methods! Her time management is exemplary, and the way she prioritizes tasks is—"

"Saya." Dahlia cut her off with a small laugh, sharing a look with the others. "Breathe. You’re in training, not seeking anyone’s approval."

Saya let out a small embarrassed laugh, her shoulders finally dropping. She bowed quickly and turned back toward the door, clearly relieved she could leave before she made another mistake.

While she was leaving, Nash’s gaze had already landed on the sheet that interested him. At the top of the page, a name was underlined in red.

Seth Vane.

"This one," Nash said, his smile gone, a more serious look taking its place, "this is the one who’s going to be the real test."

He raised his gaze, his signature confidence back.

"But we’ll be ready."

That evening, Nash was crossing the home court to go to the manor before dinner when he walked into an improvised game. Nine girls on the court, all topless.

Honestly, it was a show: jumping, cutting, skin shining under the big lights, sweat running between bouncing tits, down stomachs, into the waistbands of shorts that were already stuck to their asses, or flying off when somebody stopped short. Jaz, Aiko, Nia, Hina, Rei, Rumi, Kai and even Lina and Amara had joined.

"Nash!" Nia yelled from the court. Ball on her hip, a drop of sweat sliding between her tits. "Come play! We’re an odd number, we need a tenth!"

Nash didn’t hesitate. He walked toward them pulling his T-shirt off slowly to put on their favorite show, his massive chest, shoulders, the kind of body that still shocked even thought they’d seen it a million times.

The old Nash wouldn’t have known what to do with any of this. He’d have kept his eyes down, mumbled something, found some excuse to disappear before the attention got too heavy to carry. Talking to a girl, any girl, used to feel like defusing something that might go off in his hands.

But this Nash? He was the main attraction and he knew it; even better, he owned it.

The second he was shirtless, whistles followed, little laughs. Eight pairs of tits bouncing as they closed in. Some stretched on purpose, backs arched, chests pushed out, sweat gleaming on the undersides. Others pretended to catch their breath, hands on knees, which only made everything hang and shine more.

They were getting off looking at him as much as he was looking at them. That was today’s Nash, his new "power".

"Come on. Show us what you’ve got in you." Nia tossed him the ball.

If this had been the old Nash, he would have played it safe. Stayed discreet, let the others shine, always scared of taking too much space, like the court wasn’t his.

The new Nash didn’t waste time.

He exploded forward. The ball hit the floor so fast it sounded like a machine gun, and Jaz barely had time to plant her feet before Nash went wild. He crossed the ball between his legs, faked left, then snapped right. Jaz was stuck, she tried to change direction, but her momentum was already gone, and she ended up stumbling into thin air, her chest heaving as she tried to figure out where he’d gone.

Nash didn’t even give her a second to recover.

Nia jumped in next, she was so close she almost brushed his arm, but Nash just spun. It was a clean move, his back was to her for a split second, and then he was already gone. Nia ended up spinning in a circle, losing her footing and sliding a bit on the floor.

Then came Aiko. She actually looked serious this time, knees bent and staying low to the ground to block him. Nash just laughed it off with a quick double fake, left, right, left, and blew past her. He was moving so fast that Aiko’s balance just gave out, and she stumbled back.

Kai came in hard right after, trying to bully him off his line with sheer strength rather than footwork, shoulder lowered, but using power against Nash? What a joke. Nash just absorbed the contact without losing a step, shifting the ball behind his back in one smooth motion and sliding past her on the other side before she could plant her feet again.

Hina and Lina tried to team up to stop him, but Nash just split the gap between them. He kept the dribble low, brushing past their damp skin, slipping through the middle before they could even blink.

Amara tried a desperate lunge, basically throwing herself at him to stop the play. Nash just shuffled his feet once, switched the ball to the other hand without slowing down, and left her grabbing at nothing.

That left Rei and Rumi under the basket. Nash didn’t slow down for them either.

He leaped between the two of them in one big burst, gripping the ball high in one hand. He stretched his whole body in the air, soaring over their reaching arms, and slammed the ball down through the rim.

BAM

The hoop shook violently. For a second, the whole court went dead silent.

Then, everyone started talking at once. Some of the girls just stood there with their mouths open, still trying to catch their breath from chasing him. Rei and Rumi looked at each other, totally stunned, like they couldn’t even find the words to describe what just happened.

Nash stayed hanging on the rim for a moment, looking down at his team. He dropped back to the floor, looking way too relaxed.

"Alright," he said, stretching his arms. "Now the real game starts. Who’s my opponent?"