CHAPTER 80: FROM THONGS TO THUNDER

The bus pulled into Southpier District and stopped in front of the hangar. From the outside, the Skull Diggers’ arena looked like a rusty freight building, but inside the noise was already deafening.

Fans packed the stands, lights beating down on the court like a cage fight was about to start.

Blacklist walked in together, heading to the locker room. Inside, everyone changed in the same space, regardless of gender.

The girls stripped down to their undergarments without a care in the world, revealing their unique choices.

Nia, with her bold and flirtatious nature, was wearing a scarlet lace thong that barely concealed her round, firm ass. The lace traced the curves of her round cheeks.

Her matching bra was a balconette style, pushing her ample breasts up and together, creating a tantalizing view.

Jaz, on the other hand, was a big deal in every way. She couldn’t hide her giant voluptuous body even if she tried.

Her underwear was a simple black mesh thong that hugged her wide hips and barely contained the weight of her ass.

Above, her gigantic breasts dominated every glance; even packed into a sports bra, the fabric looked like it was at its limit, stretched thin as her chest swelled with every breath.

The heavy curves pushed forward, straining to be free, her nipples standing out clearly against the thin material.

One could swear she was getting excited, but it was only her default status.

Each small movement made her breasts sway, drawing eyes and leaving no doubt why she was considered the biggest treasure in the team, and Jinzo’s last laugh.

Alicia was more bare than the others, wearing only a soft pink thong that hugged her hips. She had no bra at all, letting her perky, medium-sized breasts bounce freely as she pulled her jersey over her head, her nipples hard from the cool air.

The guys, of course, noticed and couldn’t resist. One whistled loud.

"Damn, I love this sport," Another laughed, elbowing his buddy.

"Yo, Alicia, you trying to give us a show?"

Alicia spun on them fast, hands on her hips, her bare breasts bouncing as she barked back.

"Keep dreaming, losers. You couldn’t handle me if you tried."

She was dead serious, but instead of backing down, a few chuckled, louder this time.

"Handle you? Bet I could break your ass for real. Wanna try?" one said half-joking, but definitely ok with the idea.

Another devoured Jaz with his eyes.

"Seriously man... look at that. Goddamn. Those things could crush a man."

The group burst out laughing.

Nia rolled her eyes. Usually, she would be the last to react to that kind of attention, she was used to treat her body like a weapon after all, but from the moment Nash arrived, she felt less interested in other men.

Now she was getting annoyed, seeing lesser men trying too hard to hookup when there was a monster who made women hunt him.

It wasn’t comparable, yet, she chose not to waste words.

Alicia crossed her arms under her chest, glaring harder, her breasts jiggling with the motion, which only made the boys bark even louder.

Jinzo, meanwhile, wasn’t laughing anymore. He was totally fine with these jokes, until he noticed them lusting too much for Jaz.

"Yo, dogs, cut it out. That’s my girlfriend," he growled.

The laughter trailed off into nervous chuckles, the boys finally backing down.

The girls let out sighs and resumed their excuse of changing clothes as slowly as possible, slow because all their attention was focused on the golden meat, the one man who wasn’t part of the banter.

Nash pulled off his shirt, his veins ran down his arms and chest, muscles flexing under the light.

He wasn’t even trying, it was the consequences of focusing a lot on his strength and muscle mass.

None of them could look away from this spectacle.

Jaz’s eyes widened as she bit her lip, her huge chest heaving with her breath.

Yeah, this was definitely closer to the fantasy of a doujin.

Alicia pretended to be busy, but kept sneaking glances, each one longer than the last.

Nia, however, had no reason to hide. She smiled openly, like a cat watching her prey, her gaze locked on him without shame.

When Nash dropped his pants for his shorts, she slid up behind him, pressing close, her hands rubbing his abs.

"Looks like you’re all warmed up for tonight," she purred, her fingertips teasing the band of his boxer briefs."Don’t want to relax a little once we win this?" she purred into his ear.

Nash smiled.

"Yeah, sure, and you think it’s already won?"

"With you here?" She sniffed his neck, purring louder. "There’s no way we lose."

How thrilling. Nash quickly glanced at his system.

SPECIAL QUEST: PERMANENCE

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

Duration: 3 days (Remaining: 1H 13M 57S)

Just enough time to finish the match, so... It should be fine.

He slid a finger under Nia’s chin, tilting her face up.

"Well, it’s true that it’s been a while. I love challenges, but I hate losing more. So how about that? Play good tonight, and I’ll give you what you want."

Nia’s heart skipped a beat.

"Wa... Really? You... You seriously mean..."

Nash smirked. This was getting so easy it surprised him. At this point, he just had to open his move, everything came out like in auto mode, always finding the right tone and words.

God Bless this smooth talk ability.

"Yes, you’ll get everything that’s coming to you."

Nia almost melted on the spot. It had been so long since she had felt that connection with him. She stepped back, smoothing her hair.

"Oh? Hehe... My... I swear... Hm... But we have time, so how about a quickly?"

She was thrilled, but before he could answer again, Alicia barged in, chest bouncing in front of Nash’s face.

"Hold up! What about me? I can play good too. You’re not leaving me out."

Nia spun on her.

"Back off, bitch. He was talking to me."

"Yeah, like you’ve got any right to call someone a bitch. Don’t kid yourself, you don’t own him."

They snapped at each other, voices rising, the guys staring in silence now. The funny game replaced quickly by a deep jealousy. Even Jinzo looked frustrated.

Nash finally raised his hands, resting one on each of their shoulders.

"Then both of you. Perform tonight. Maybe I’ll find a way to give you what you want... something memorable. Together."

The meaning hit.

Together? So a threesome for sure.

Both froze. Nia gasped, her lips parting, unsure if she’d heard right. Alicia blinked, narrowed her eyes, then faltered.

Surprise, hesitation, then curiosity crossed both their faces. The idea lingered, dangerous... but tempting.

Their gazes flicked to each other, then back to him. They nodded almost at the same time.

"Don’t go back on your word," Alicia warned, her cheeks flushed.

"Oh, I know you won’t disappoint me," Nia added, breathless,

Nash exhaled, relieved, silently praying the system wouldn’t throw him another restriction quest after this.

On one side of the room, pleasure, on the other... Jealousy and tension. The boys were pale, bitter with envy.

In the middle, Jaz’s heart hammered in her chest watching it unfold.

Jinzo, trying to salvage his pride, leaned to her with a smirk.

"Don’t worry. I’ve got something special planned for us later."

She forced a smile, eyes betraying her.

Everybody finally squeezed into their Breakball gear: that matte‑black Blacklist kit, sharp as hell.

Jerseys stuck to skin, shorts swung loose, names and numbers popping bright white. Shoes squeaked, laces yanked tight, wristbands snapping on.

Then Victoria strolled in with her little army, clipboard at the ready, glasses sliding down her nose like she was about to roast someone.

Her voice was ice cold, slicing through the noise.

"Zip it. Final prep. No jitters. No small talk."

Daliah started handing out scouting sheets, little cheat codes about Skull Diggers’ rotations. Trainers taped ankles like they were gift‑wrapping, shoved bottles into sweaty hands. The whole team moved like a pit crew, locking in before battle.

And then, Victoria’s voice cracked like a gunshot.

"Listen up! This is the opener. Walk out soft and you’re in Hell for months. Go out strong, maybe we get to see the light tomorrow. No bailouts. No wasted seconds." She shot daggers around the room, then landed on Nash. "And you? This is your shot. I didn’t hand you the keys of heaven for fun. He’s your ace, people. He says jump, you jump. Don’t, and you’ll regret being born."

Nash just looked back, thinking, geez, no pressure or anything. His first league game and she’d basically dropped a mountain on his shoulders.

His chest burned, but not from fear, in fact, he was almost starving for it. This was the moment he’d chased forever.

For once, it wasn’t even about scraping up money for him and Zayela. This? This was pure sport. This was why he played.

"Blacklist! Two minutes!" the floor manager hollered.

They lined up in that tunnel, elbow to elbow. The crowd sounded like it was going to punch through the concrete, bass and feet smashing the walls.

Nash stood dead center. Cracked his neck, pulled in the noise, let it fill him up. Finally, finally, it was go time.

The announcer’s voice blew up.

"And now... your defending challengers, the Blacklist!"

Lights went wild. The tunnel opened. They jogged out, crowd going nuclear, cheers, boos, banners, Skull Diggers fans flipping the bird left and right.

Nash felt the pressure, sure, but damn, that fire was bigger. His stage now, no more hiding, no more ghost player, he was the guy.

A quick warm‑up, then all the players huddled by their benches.

Nash and the other captain, a guy about his size, met at center. Quick handshake, the ref in the middle.

Ball up, whistle cocked. Nash walked up, crouched, eyes locked. His heart was straight up jackhammering in his chest. The toss was coming.

Game on. This was it.