Nash glared at the system text.
A formidable event, until he read it. He understood the assignnt: keep control, manage the girls, and enjoy the best event of the day.
The sex part was simple. Sex with Alicia and Nia was almost guaranteed, they weren’t there to praise him.
Salida? That was trickier. She looked restless, but depending on her trigger, he could fail.
The conditions though? Now that was the real test.
Nia spotted Salida right away. She grinned sharply.
"Look who followed us. Couldn’t get enough, huh, Salida?"
Salida froze.
"I—shut up. I just..." Her eyes cut toward Nash, then away just as fast.
"Why is she here?" Alicia snapped, hands on her hips. She stepped forward, eyes narrowing. "The fuck you following us for?"
Salida flinched, trying to mask it with a smirk, but her cheeks burned.
"Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not following you. I’m following... him."
"... And following for what?" Alicia snapped, folding her arms tight under her chest. "You lost. You don’t belong here."
Their voices tangled fast, sharp back and forth, Nia calling Salida a stalker, Alicia accusing her of being pathetic, Salida trying to bite back but stumbling on her own frustration.
Nash only listened half. Inside, his brain was running faster than his heart.
The quest wants to fuck the three of them. Easy enough. Salida is already broken, I just need to push her buttons. But Jaz? And Jinzo? Daliah? Why the hell are they in?
The main problem here was Alicia. Nia loved challenge, so he could stall her, tease her, keep her competitive, but Alicia was another story.
He knew better than to overplay his hand with her. He had checked her triggers during his past interactions with her and found out that her trigger was pedestal treatnt.
If he went chasing soone else now, after she already offered herself, she might snap, and the quest would collapse.
Salida was the weak link, trembling and restless.
The sex wasn’t the problem. It was Jaz’s implications. And the penalties weren’t a joke, lose this, and he’d wreck things with her and even with Daliah.
Why even Daliah?
He tapped his fingers against his thigh, thinking. Involving Jaz didn’t an he had to take her.
The system wasn’t that precise with words. It said involved, but was that necessary having sex? The system always did sothing he could do if he tried, it wouldn’t screw him.
So the trick was the condition. Involved, so sohow participating.
And then, it clicked.
The system didn’t say I had to fuck her. Just involve her. That’s different. He thought back, fast.
Jaz touching herself in front of him when he’d been enlarging Amara’s anus. Watching, getting splashed, masturbating. Couldn’t that be counted as being involved? She was a voyeur.
That was it.
His lips curved.
That’s it, I don’t need to drag her in. I just need her to follow.
He needed to stall, keep the girls hot and competitive, make them fight each other for him instead of fighting him.
He took a breath, stepped closer, and let the magic spill out.
"Calm down, girls. Don’t forget why we’re here. Alicia. You’re better than this. I like your fire, your sharp tongue, your strength."
Alicia’s cheeks burned, eyes widening, then narrowing as pride crept in. She fumbled a second, caught off guard by the complint.
"W-what... you actually said sothing nice?" she blurted, trying to cover it with a smirk but tripping over her words.
Nash chuckled with her slip.
"From the last ti, I’ve been waiting for the rematch. You still haven’t made cum, rember?" he teased.
Her blush deepened, and she tilted her chin up, a smirk on her lips.
"Damn right. I’ll show you... This ti I’ll make you scream, not the other way around."
Then he tilted his head at Nia’s grin.
"Don’t laugh. I spared you earlier but now... the match is over girl."
Nia’s eyes sparkled. She leaned closer, playful fire in her eyes.
"I’m right here, king. Break ."
Finally, Salida. He let his gaze linger, making her shiver.
"And you... where’s all your confidence? Weren’t you a pro?"
She flinched, lips parting, caught in the heat of his words. Her eyes darted away, then back, a nervous laugh almost escaping.
She shifted her weight, fingers twitching at her side, as if his callout peeled her bare.
"I... I was," she stamred, cheeks flushed.
Nash’s smirk deepened, voice lowering.
"The match is over. I don’t have to restrain myself anymore. And I won’t."
Nia’s grin stretched wider, thrilled. Alicia flushed red, biting her lip with pride. She crossed her arms under her chest, eyes sharp like she wanted to bite him.
"Well, you can do what you want. But I’m not waiting for anyone. I’m going first." Her voice cracked a little at the end, a mix of pride and nerves.
Typical Alicia, bark first, then burn after.
Nia just laughed, tossing her sweaty hair back. "You can line up however you want. Doesn’t matter. I’ll still ride him."
She leaned into Nash’s side, her hip brushing his thigh on purpose.
Salida stood back, fists curled against her sides, teeth aggressing her lower lip.
She wanted in, but the sha was painted across her face. She’d fought him, played a ga, and lost on her ground, and now she didn’t know how to stand here without breaking apart.
Nash kept his eyes on her, then his hands slid smooth, one inside Alicia’s shorts, the other inside Nia’s.
Thin fabric, warm skin, slick heat waiting underneath. He rubbed the curves of their asses, slow circles, letting his fingertips tease lower, brushing their thongs, slipping close enough to tickle wet lips from behind.
Both of them jolted, moans slipping out as their breath caught at the sa ti.
He leaned closer.
"The ga’s over. No scoreboards, no plays. Now’s the ti to rember what we are." His eyes devoired Salida, sharp and inviting. "You too. Stop pretending. Co here and be real."
Alicia shuddered against his hand, biting down hard on her lip to keep from gasping. She glared up at him like she wanted to curse, but her hips pressed back into his fingers anyway.
Nia let out a low laugh, short and breathless, grabbing his wrist like she wanted him deeper.
"Smooth bastard," she whispered, eyes burning.
Salida’s chest rose and fell like she was drowning, her nails digging half-moons into her palms. Her body leaned forward a step before she even noticed she moved.
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