CHAPTER 76: [R18]ROM-CUM

Jaz’s eyes snapped to Nash’s, wide and glazed over with lust.

He pushed harder, his eyes locked with hers. The sight of her masturbating was too much. He had to come.

He pulled Amara tight and drove himself in deeper than before, one sudden, thrust that sank his cock fully into her ass.

The impact made her body jolt violently, her cry tearing the air.

"AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"

It wasn’t just a moan, it was a pure scream, raw and real, as her body exploded.

A hot spray burst out of her, squirting in pulses, splashing across Jaz’s face and chest.

Jaz gasped, her moans choking as the liquid ran down her cheeks, dripping over her lips and chin. She trembled, her hand hammering against her clit as the splash sent her over the edge.

Nash exploded, his body locking tight as the orgasm tore out. He buried himself to the hilt, pumping a flood of cum deep into Amara’s ass.

It jetted out of him in hot waves, filling her until it spilled, slick and messy, down her trembling thighs.

Amara’s body trembled as she felt the warmth spread inside her, her walls spasming around him in a powerful climax.

Their bodies locked together for a few seconds of pure passion.

Then, Nash pulled out, his cock coated in his own cum, and Jaz was left kneeling on the floor, her face wet and flushed, her hand still buried in her own pussy, her eyes devouring Nash.

The three of them were lost in their own world of pleasure and passion, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred into nothingness.

Jinzo slammed the door open in panic, his chest heaving. He had heard Amara’s scream and thought the worst was happening.

But what he found stopped him cold.

Inside, everything looked normal. Nash stood relaxed, Amara was beside him, no longer in the cat outfit but dressed casually, leaning on his shoulder with a soft, affectionate smile.

Jaz was nearby, back in her regular clothes as well, her cheeks red but her posture strangely relaxed. There were no signs of chaos, no strange positions, just three innocent people standing there as if nothing had happened.

Jinzo blinked, confused.

"What... what the hell was that scream? I thought someone was dying."

Amara laughed softly, her tone warm, cuddling closer to Nash’s arm.

"You worry too much. We were just... messing around. Nothing special."

Nash shrugged with a half-smile.

"Yeah, relax, man. Everything’s fine."

Jaz, blushing, looked away but nodded quickly.

"Y-yeah, don’t get worked up. It wasn’t anything."

The three of them shared an awkward silence before they began to move toward the exit together.

Amara kept close to Nash, her hand brushing his as if she couldn’t stop touching him, her walk a little awkward.

But just before they both stepped out, Jaz called softly.

"Nash."

He turned back. She was holding the doujin against her chest, her eyes darting away nervously. "Um... can I borrow this? For... future reference."

Nash smirked.

After all, this item was to be gifted to someone.

"Keep it. Pick every reference you like, you know what’s good."

Her eyes narrowed, a small smile on her lips as she whispered.

"Thanks."

With that, Nash and Amara left together, their steps easy, their voices light. Amara laughed, leaning close to him as the door closed behind them.

Jinzo was deeply confused, staring at the door. He turned to Jaz.

"What happened here? Really?"

Jaz’s face was flushed but her smile was calm, almost dreamy. She brushed past him, saying quietly.

"What happened is... I can’t wait for tonight."

She walked out, happy like a flower in bloom, leaving Jinzo behind in stunned silence.

He frowned, trying to make sense of it, until something else caught his attention.

The air felt heavy, humid, and there was a strange scent lingering.

On that day, Nash’s cum, smelling like the most delicious sauce, saved a man’s mind from realizing a terrible truth.

Nash and Amara slipped out into the afternoon.

The streets was vibing, but they only had eyes for each other, drifting toward the train station like they were in a slow-motion rom-com.

She clung to his arm, grinning like he was the funniest man alive, giggling at his dumbest jokes.

People watched, probably thinking that they were so in love, so sweet, making them want to puke.

Little did they know.

The train ride home was almost suspiciously quiet. Just soft whispers, stolen kisses, her head snuggled against his shoulder.

She looked up at him with that face, pure bliss, maybe a little smug, like she’d just won the lottery.

And she was about to confirm that.

Once they got off the train, Nash steered her toward a line of stores. He stopped at the ATM, punched a few buttons, and out came a fat stack, two bills, 1,000 credits each.

He took the money, then handed it over like it was nothing.

Amara just froze. You could practically see the cartoon question marks over her head.

"Wait... two thousand?" She blinked, eyes huge, mouth open like she’d seen a ghost.

Then, she lost it. She was all over Nash, peppering his face with kisses, yanking at his shirt, basically climbing him like a cat on catnip.

"Oh my god, babe! I freaking love you! I’ll do anything, seriously! Anytime you’re horny, just use me, I’m your fleshlight, swear to god!"

Nash just smirked, feeling like the king of the universe. It was so easy.

He wrapped an arm around her, holding her steady before she collapsed into a puddle.

"Anytime, huh? I’ll keep that in mind. For now, have fun with your pocket change. I’ll top you up tomorrow."

Her knees near gave out. She hugged the money to her chest like it was a family heirloom, tears welling up.

Nash watched her.

"Oh, and... did you look for a new place? If not, I know a spot. An extended stay hotel, it should be easier to deal with than an house. Five grand a month. I’ll hook you up."

This was the nail in the coffin. She froze, staring like her brain had blue-screened. Then her lips quivered, breath hitched, and her hands slowly covered her face.

One sob slipped out, then another, and then she was crying for real, shaking all over, like she’d just been handed the keys to heaven and couldn’t handle it.

"Please, Nash... don’t leave me, okay? I don’t care if you see other girls, do what you want, just... don’t drop me, I’m begging you."

These kinds of moments only had one conclusion, and Nash didn’t need the system to figure it out.

He hugged her close, all calm and collected, voice smooth as silk, like he’d done this a thousand times... Which is technically did.

"Hey, relax. I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine. That’s not changing."

She just sobbed harder, burying her face in his chest, mumbling thank-yous over and over.

Nash looked like he was born for this. Cool, unbothered, holding her together like her whole world started and ended with him.