CHAPTER 77: [R18]BLUE BALLS BEFORE TIP-OFF

The days passed, Nash got the hang of his new, strange life. He found an extended-stay hotel downtown and just booked a bunch of rooms for Lina, Sarra, and Amara.

Easier than buying a mini-mansion for each; plus, hotel perks meant they got pampered, security, fluffy towels, room service, the works.

Keeping them all in the same hotel was a little nuts. He had two reasons, neither of them genius.

First, it made juggling his love life a breeze, especially since none of the girls seemed to care he was seeing the others, so why making it more complicated?

If he wanted, he could just go with her elsewhere.

Second reason? Even worse. Nash wanted to see how long they could all live practically on top of each other without figuring out they were basically his concubines.

He got a kick out of it, and there was no risks.

His days were totally mapped out, a few hours here and there with one or two of the girls, usually ending up with someone’s legs shaking and a bed frame creaking when he was with Lina and Amara.

Afterward, he’d always slink back to his suite with Zayela. She didn’t care about the luxury; all she wanted was to be close, cramped together in one bed, penthouse or not. He wasn’t complaining, but planned to buy them an even better place.

In between all that, Nash got obsessed with Blacklist practices. The whole thing cracked him up, no matter who he played with, he just couldn’t lose.

Passing? Lethal. He started crushing his daily quests, using his triple daily bonus to boost his defense, nailing threes, and jumping like he’d grown springs.

He was straight-up evolving into an all-rounder monster on the court.

The main squad started shaping up: Jaz, Drex, Mac, and Jinzo. Nia never took games seriously around Nash, too busy tailing him instead of the ball, so she got benched.

With that lineup, they were locked and loaded for the Underleague.

And then, one night, the Underleague blew up with its big opening night. Colossus, the reigning champs, rolled in, flexing with a ring ceremony, everyone getting their bling while a giant banner dropped.

The Hell Gates arena, the biggest in the Underground, was packed. The crowd was rabid, lights flashing, smoke everywhere.

It felt more like a war than a Breakball game.

Colossus weren’t just players, they were straight-up legends. Famous names were on the court , like Stonewall Vex, the wall, Phantom Cross, a flash in dribbling, Hawk-Eye Kael reputed to hit threes from the parking lot and Skybreaker Hall, man, a man who dunked like gravity was just a joke.

Facing them, the Crimson Blades, another favorite, ready to rip the crown off their heads. The first tip-off was thunder. The Titans crashing into each other as the crowd losing their minds.

This was way more than just an opening game.

This was the start of a war.

The Underleague was on.

Creak... creeeak... CRRREAK.

Nash’s eyelids fluttered, dragging him out of sleep. Pretty sure the bed was about to file a noise complaint

His eyes blinked open, and the first thing he saw was Lina on top of him, straddling him, riding him slow, like she had all the time in the world and wasn’t about to break both their bodies in half.

The sheets were messy around her thighs, her skin glistening faintly from sweat, she looked so much hotter like that.

Her pussy swallowed his cock with each drop of her hips, wet and tight, clenching down like she never wanted to let him go.

He groaned, still half sleeping.

"Come on, Lina... still trying to get pregnant?"

Her lips curved in a sly smirk.

"Not this time," she moaned, hips grinding a bit harder now. "That’s for later... when I’m ready to give up my freedom. Right now I just love this fat cock inside me..." Her voice broke into a trembling gasp. "Tearing up my insides..."

Her walls pulsed, squeezing, then she rose higher, almost pulling him completely out, just the tip hanging on for dear life, then sank back down with a filthy slap.

It felt like her pussy was a hand milking his length, tight and greedy. Nash groaned, his hands gripping her hips, and she purred in reply.

"Mmmnnnrrhh..." She tipped her head back, hair spilling everywhere.

Then she leaned forward, her chest pressing against his, her weight melting down on him as she sighed long and sweet into his ear.

"God... you feel too fucking good."

Bits of last night drifted through his foggy brain, wine shared after they went to watch the game together, laughter that turned into kisses, and then, the two of them tearing up her sheets until dawn.

No one around today. No one to bother them. Just her, all his, letting him fuck her brains out.

Lina kissed him again, slow at first, then long and hungrier. Her lips were soft but insistent, her tongue slipping past his teeth.

She tasted faintly of wine and something sweeter, a heat that made his head spin. The kiss dragged on until she pulled away just far enough to whisper against his lips.

"Couldn’t we just stay here all day... just fuck until we can’t move anymore?"

Nash chuckled, brushing his thumb along her cheek, though his cock twitched inside her at the suggestion.

"Tempting... but impossible. The first match is tonight. I have to go."

She pouted, pressing another kiss to his mouth, all stubborn and needy.

"Then... what time do you have to meet the team by?"

Nash tilted his head, squinting at the clock, and grinned. Not much time left. Definitely not enough for one more round.

He slid one hand up her back, then slowly traced his index finger down her spine, along the curve of her backline. Lina shivered, arching her back as goosebumps shot up her skin.

Nash’s voice dropped into a growl.

"I’ve gotta take this seriously. It’s thanks to this sport that I can treat you like a queen... drop five grand on your wallet whenever I feel like it."

Speaking of which, he reached over to the nightstand, picked up his wallet, and pulled out a pack of bills. He pressed it against her stomach before tucking it into her hand.

"Random pack of creds. Go buy some underwear, you’re ruining everything you have with how wet you get."

Lina’s eyes widened, then a smile spread across her lips. She squealed in delight, threw the stack high into the air, and let it rain down on them both.

The bills fluttered across the sheets like confetti. She spread her arms wide, laughing.

"You know how much I love you?!"

Then she leaned back, arching her back and pushing her breasts up, showing off the sight of her pussy swallowing him whole, her slick folds stretched around his shaft.

She rocked down harder, making herself bounce, her breasts pointy, shaking with quick sharp motions.

Nash exhaled through, staring at her most private part, glistening and greedy, that little beauty mark above her mound only visible to someone fucking her. He thought to himself, what a beautiful life.

Later that day, Nash headed out as planned, leaving the hotel behind for the hangar where Blacklist gathered for their final preparations.

The past week had been dreamy, money flowing, women orbiting him, hours spent in pleasure, but all of it led to this: his first true test.

Tonight, they were up against the Skull Diggers, a scrappy underdog squad. His debut match in the Underleague.

For days, the system had been oddly silent. No new stat boosts from training, no sudden rewards after his long sessions with the girls.

At first it worried him, the thought that maybe it had shut down the moment he signed his contract. But the daily quests still popped up, and recently a new one appeared that eased his worry.

SPECIAL QUEST: PERMANENCE

Condition: Maintain current daily regimen. No new conquests, no new forms of training, no excessive Breakball matches.

Duration: 3 days (Remaining: 9H48M35S)

It was a strange quest, more restraint than action. In another time, Nash might have crashed against it.

But now, it was the proof that the system was still alive. And he felt relief. For once, he could breathe.

Plus, the system always knew what was good for him, the rewards might become handy later.

So he didn’t push for new changes. Alicia remained a sour-sweet presence on the edge of his world, acting coy, maybe waiting for him to move first... or maybe trying to prepare herself to receive him.

Jaz grew closer too, though only in stolen glances when Jinzo wasn’t around. She seemed... off lately. Irritated, or restless. He couldn’t quite tell why.

Nia had vanished from the Midnight Rest altogether, primarily to focus on the game, and secondarily she complained that nothing could compare to what Nash had done to her, so she couldn’t enjoy sex as much as before.

At first flattering, now it was obvious: the whole team knew about his sex life. It stirred a current of jealousy among the boys, some hiding it poorly.

Nash let it roll off him, jealousy was the price of rising too fast, though he was worried that this could plant the seed of discord in the team, reason why not pushing it further with Jaz seemed like the good move.