Nash pushed open the door of Black Rose Brew, Rei followed close behind. They walked side by side to the curb where a beat-up auto-cab idled.
Nash opened the passenger door for her, who slid in without a word, the leather seat creaking under her weight. Nash gave the driver a quick indication, Level 7 dorms, and shut the door.
Rei pressed her forehead against the cool window, watching Nash’s silhouette shrink in the rearview as the cab pulled away.
She hugged her arms tightly across her chest. Her heart still beat fastly from the conversation. She had walked in expecting him to laugh, to demand her body on the spot, to treat her like another notch.
Instead, he listened. He asked questions. He looked genuinely pissed about the debt. He didn’t touch her, didn’t leer, didn’t promise anything he couldn’t deliver.
She was expecting the monster she had imagined, and she was greeted with a good life lesson.
Why is he so different? she thought, her breath fogging the glass. He actually cares? Or at least he acted like he does. I don’t understand anymore...
She closed her eyes, fingers digging into her arms. A week. Two at most. If he said no, a very dark future awaited them.
It was their problem, the one they had gotten themselves into. Nash had nothing to do with it, it was so wrong to put this pressure on him, especially after all the hostility she had showed.
But the way he talked, the way he acted....
Rei swallowed. For the first ti in two years, she felt a tiny spark of sothing that wasn’t despair.
Nash stood on the sidewalk until the cab’s taillights vanished around the corner. Then he shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking.
The streets were quiet for once. Neon signs shone overhead, casting red and blue shadows on wet pavent, but his mind couldn’t enjoy this spectacle.
Three million credits. How the fuck do you even find that kind of money down here?
He had maybe 480k in his account right now, most of it from Blacklist bonuses and passive inco. He’d already blown through it on gear, upgrades, gifts, hotel rooms for the girls.
Three million might as well be thirty. No way he could scrape it together without selling his soul or his cock.
Speaking about it, he was quite the successful man. Maybe they would sell their soul for him if he worked for the Midnight Rest.
The idea died as quickly as it manifested.
The best solution... would be to pay the debt myself...
The thought hit him like a bad pass. He’d have to win every single ga for years, stack MVP bonuses, pull sponsorships from every gang and pornhouse in the slums.
Even then, it would take forever. And Blacklist would suffer. Victoria would never forgive him for splitting ti. Jaz would look at him like he’d betrayed her. Nia and Alicia had already given him everything, they’d feel it the hardest.
He kicked a loose chunk of concrete, sending it skittering into the gutter.
There’s got to be another way.
Then it clicked.
Aiko.
The system quest: "Befriend Aiko Tanaka"
It had been sitting there unfinished since the Baby-Boom concert. He’d teased her, pushed her buttons, but never closed the deal.
He got in this situation because of this quest, literally everything led to this mont.
Convincing his team to participate, just to discover Jinzo’s fetish, leading to Jaz joining him, or unknowingly offer a live porn show to Aiko, managing to imdiately get her full attention and a reputation forcing the girls to revolve around him.
If everything led to this mont, then maybe if he finished the quest, really finished it, maybe the reward would be the solution.
A fat payout. A sponsorship deal. Sothing that could shift the balance.
Nash stopped under a flickering streetlight. He pulled out his device and checked the panel materializing in front of him.
[Special Rare Quest, Crown of a Leader II: Befriend Aiko TANAKA]
Objective: Establish a genuine friendship with Aiko Tanaka, lead singer of Baby-Boom.
Rewards: [Hidden]
Failure: -20% Reputation with Apex Affiliates.
A hidden reward. A miracle... four million dollars? It could be anything. If the system truly interfered with real life, it might at least give him sothing to freeze the debt.
He clenched his jaw.
Focus on that. Push Aiko’s quest faster. It’s the only real shot I’ve got right now.
He exhaled, his breath fogging in the cold. One problem at a ti.
First, the big elephant in the pornhouse: Victoria.
He headed straight for the Level 4 station, with a single destination in mind: Ironhide.
His boots splashed through shallow puddles, and every few steps he pulled out his phone to check the ti. 03:47 p.m. Victoria would still be at the training center, she always stayed late.
He had a plan, simple, risky, but worth the try.
But for it to work better, he needed cover. Soone chaotic enough to distract, soone who had already manifested her will to see him today.
Lina.
She’d create the diversion he needed, loud, flirty, impossible to ignore. Victoria would see a guy bringing his girl to the gym after a perfect day.
Nothing suspicious. Just a player blowing off steam with one of his won.
He pulled out his phone and started typing.
Nash:
[Hey. Where you at?]
Lina:
[Finally! I’ve been waiting for you to text. My tits are practically falling out of this top thinking about you.]
Nash:
[You still want to et up today?]
Lina:
[Duh. I’ve been wet since lunch. Where are we going? Hotel? Your place? I don’t care, just hurry up.]
Nash grinned.
Nash:
[Change of plans. et at Level 4 station, platform 3. I’ve got sothing to handle first.]
Lina:
[Handle? Like, handle ? Or are you making wait again?]
Nash:
[My team’s training center. Co with .]
Lina:
[You’re kidding. I didn’t put on this skirt and skip panties just to watch you shoot hoops.]
Nash:
[You’re coming because I want you there. To show off my hottie to everyone. And when we’re done, I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget how to walk straight.]
Lina:
[...you little shit.]
She didn’t reply for a full ten seconds. Nash could picture her, cheeks flushed, thighs squeezing together, biting her lip while she typed and deleted.
She always had the upper-hand in their relationship, but the after many improvents, she beca easy to fluster. It was understandable, she started a relationship with an ok guy and he turned into the hottest motherfucker pulling cash like sweat.
Then her ssage ca through.
Lina:
[You’re such an asshole. Fine. I’ll be your arm candy. But you better parade around like I’m the prize I am. And when we’re done, you’re wrecking . I want bruises on my hips and your cum in the oven.]
Nash:
[You’ll feel every inch. Promise. Wear the skirt. The short one.]
Lina:
[Already on. No panties either. You’re gonna lose your mind when you see how wet I am for you.]
Nash:
[Good girl. Hurry up. Train’s coming soon.]
Lina:
[On my way. Don’t make wait too long, or I’ll start touching myself right here on the platform.]
He smirked at the screen. Lina was always like this, bold, hungry, never shy about what she wanted.
She’d tease him rcilessly, push every button, but she folded fast when he pushed back harder. Perfect for today. She’d keep Victoria distracted if needed, and be a good excuse if he was found.
He pocketed the phone and picked up his pace. The station lights glowed ahead.
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