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Chapter 309: Suffering From Success
Several minutes after the bath, Nash finally came down the stairs of the villa. The minutes had been long. Very long. Between the hands, mouths, and bodies of the Subs and the Baby-Boom girls in the jacuzzi, he had nearly started an orgy several times. It was a small miracle that he had managed to escape without everyone ending up impaled on him in the bubbling water.He was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants riding very low on his hips. His cock, still heavy and hard after all the stimulation, formed an obvious thick bulge under the thin fabric, swinging slightly with every step. But fuck it — between Zayela in his bedroom, Victoria in her professional world, the Blacklist girls in his daily activities, Lina, Sarra, and Amarra on his outings, and now the full Baby-Boom roster in his villa, he had already given up on the idea of not having an erection for more than an hour.
But it was like complaining about being lucky. If it wasn’t such a good life, it would have been horrible.
As he entered the kitchen, he was greeted by the smell of bacon, coffee, and eggs. Zayela was at the stove, with her back to him. True to her street habits, she was cooking in an ultra-light outfit, wearing only a simple black t-shirt that belonged to Nash, way too big for her, barely reaching mid-thigh. The thin fabric hugged her monumental breasts with no bra, her nipples poking through the cloth. A tiny black thong almost disappeared between her bouncy ass cheeks.
As soon as she felt his presence, she turned around with a provocative smile, spatula in hand. Knowing Nash’s body count by heart, she had a pretty good idea of what had happened upstairs.
"Well... the big bad wolf finally shows the tip of his cock?" she said, staring at the bulge in his pants. "I’m surprised. I thought the girls were going to eat you alive this morning."
Nash approached, an amused smile on his lips.
"I almost did," he admitted. "But I managed to escape. Barely."
Zayela put down the spatula and walked toward him with small hops. She pressed herself directly against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him slowly, deep tongue. The kiss lasted several seconds, wet, slow, with her tongue lazily swirling against his. When she pulled back just enough to speak, her lips were still shiny with saliva.
"Mmmh... It tastes like one or several women..." she murmured against his mouth, a teasing smile on her lips. "But I can also feel you’re still hard. Who did you fuck in the bath, huh? Or is it just me that does this to you?"
Nash laughed softly, his big hands naturally sliding down to grab her bouncy ass through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
"It’s mostly you that does this to me," he answered, gently squeezing her ass. "But the girls didn’t help. They were particularly... motivated this morning."
Zayela smiled, satisfied, and kissed him again, deeper this time. A slow, sloppy kiss, tongue swirling, while grinding her hips against the erection straining his sweatpants. She was deliberately rubbing against him, a bit provocative, as if she wanted to remind him who he really belonged to in the morning.
A few minutes later, the other girls started arriving in the kitchen.
Rei came in first, still in sports shorts and an oversized tank top. As soon as she saw Nash, her face lit up with a smile. She approached and placed a hand on his shoulder as she passed, like a discreet greeting.
"Glad you survived the bath," she said with a small amused laugh. "They said they were going to ambush you, but apparently we didn’t need to come rescue you."
Hina arrived right behind, followed by Miko, Kai, and Aiko. The Subs quickly joined them. Everyone settled around the big table.
Zayela pulled Nash to a chair and sat directly on his lap, back against his chest. She immediately started rocking her bouncy ass against his cock, slowly, provocatively, while continuing to eat pieces of bacon straight from the plate she was holding.
The atmosphere was fun and electric. The girls were teasing Zayela.
Hina, already seated across from them, looked at him with a hungry smile.
"Zayela, you’re really Number One this morning," she said laughing. "But a good Number One should know how to feed the people. Share the cock, girl..."
Miko, a bit more shy but with red cheeks, added in a whisper:
"It’s fine... it’s true that she’s number one... she has the right to sit on him... it makes sense..."
Kai, more direct, smiled while biting into a slice of bread.
"Yeah, Number One. But stop grinding like that in front of everyone, otherwise we’re going to steal your throne if you keep it up."
Zayela laughed, without stopping to grind against Nash. She arched her back a little more, clearly letting him feel her hot pussy through the thin fabric.
"You’re all just jealous," she said, arching even more. "And besides, he’s mine in the morning. That’s how it is. You can watch... but I’m the one sitting on him."
Aiko, sitting a bit further away, crossed her arms with a small pouty moue.
"...It’s not fair," she muttered. "She always does whatever she wants with him... Nash, you should push her away, you’re going to end up spilling the orange juice with your big... well, you know what I mean!"
Nash let out a calm and confident smile. He tightened his grip on Zayela’s waist to steady her while giving Aiko a teasing wink.
"Don’t worry about my balance, Aiko," he said in a steady voice that instantly made the young girl blush. "There’s room for everyone here. Eat your pancakes, you need strength for the next match."
Aiko pouted even harder but said nothing.
Hina leaned forward, eyes shining, and added in a lower voice:
"I want him to take me doggy style after breakfast... fuck, I still have in mind the way he destroys my ass, I can’t stop dreaming about it... Nash, you’ll do me after, right? I want to feel your cock filling my belly."
Zayela froze for a second, then turned her head toward Hina with an amused but threatening smile.
"Yo..." she growled. "If you keep talking about ’destroying my ass’ at the table, I’m depriving you of breakfast. And not just you. You’re all eating dry cereal if you don’t change your vocabulary."
The girls burst out laughing. Hina raised her hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay... Number One. I’ll behave... For now."
Rei, who hadn’t said much until then, smiled while looking at Nash.
"Let him breathe a little, girls," she said, shaking her head. "He just survived a bath with all of you. He at least deserves to eat in peace before you jump him again."
Nash laughed softly and placed a hand on Zayela’s thigh, absentmindedly caressing her skin while looking at the group.
"Thanks, Rei," he said with a grateful smile. "At least someone here is on my side."
Zayela turned back toward Nash, took his chin and kissed him again, a slow and possessive kiss, while continuing to grind her ass against his erection.
Much later in the morning, Nash was sitting at the edge of the outdoor pool in the Spires, his feet in the cool water. He was catching his breath, his gaze lost on the sparkling surface. His cock, still a little numb after the bath and the girls’ attentions, rested heavily against his thigh under his sweatpants.
He thought about his Control Stat.
Really, this thing is useless... he thought with a small ironic smile. In the end, it’s the thing he tried the least to use. Or maybe... it just played a role in his endurance, because otherwise how to explain that he was still standing after all that?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of light footsteps.
Aiko appeared on the side of the pool, arms crossed, looking maximum tsundere. She was wearing short shorts and a crop top that showed her flat belly. She stopped a few meters from him, pouting.
"...You’re still here resting, huh?" she said in a sarcastic voice. "After spending the morning being pampered by everyone. Congratulations on your harem, by the way. I knew guys were savages, but you’re worse. Twelve more girls under your roof and you still find a way to isolate yourself to fantasize by the water."
Nash turned his head toward her with an amused smile.
"Jealous, Aiko?" he asked, patting the spot next to him.
"Whatever!" she exclaimed, blushing, but she still approached. "It’s just that... you always do whatever you want. And I’m here like an idiot waiting for my turn."
Nash laughed softly and gently grabbed Aiko by the wrist, pulling her sharply toward him. The young girl let out a small surprised cry before collapsing directly onto his titan thighs.
"Let me go, idiot!" she complained, pretending to struggle, even though her body was already settling against his chest.
"You’re not an idiot," he murmured, kissing her neck. "You’re my favorite little girlfriend. And you know very well that you have your place."
Aiko shivered when he kissed her neck, but she continued pouting.
She puffed out her cheeks, fiercely crossing her arms in an adorable moue.
"Whatever! It’s just that... that you spend all your time touching Zayela, and she says she’s number one all the time... and I have to watch the show waiting for my turn like a substitute! It’s unfair!"
Nash smiled and tightened his arms around her, his hands gently caressing her belly under the crop top.
"You’re right," he said, teasing her. "It’s my fault, sorry. I’m an eternal unsatisfied. But I’ll be even more unsatisfied if my favorite playmaker doesn’t get her share. Do you forgive me, mama?"
Aiko blushed even more, but she relaxed a little in his arms, letting her hands slide on his thighs. She was starting to unwind under his caresses when the sound of elegant footsteps on the paving stones announced company.
Victoria entered the scene, flanked by Dahlia. The financial director, now fully recovered from the emotions of the previous day, settled on the lounge chair right next to Nash.
She was wearing a half-open black silk robe, revealing with royal shamelessness the roundness of her golden breasts and the shape of her amber thighs under the daylight. Dahlia, dressed in a similar robe, sat on the other side of Nash, giving him a smile.
Aiko immediately tensed up, pouting even harder and making a childish moue, ready to pull away from him. But Victoria stopped her with a simple wave of her hand, her bossy attitude taking over in a ruthless but reassuring way.
"Stay where you are, Tanaka," the blonde cut in. "I’m not here to audit your cuddling sessions. You have the strictest right to take out his cock and play with it like an animal if you feel like it. For now, I’m here to talk business with Blaze."
Aiko pouted even harder, crossing her arms, but she didn’t move.
Nash, amused, pulled her a little tighter against him and gently kissed her neck. Aiko shivered with pleasure and gradually relaxed, her anger melting under his kisses.
Victoria crossed her golden legs elegantly.
"We have a field problem," she began. "I think like you that it’s too risky for now to let them train outside the Spires. So I’ve planned to rent training fields in the Spires under dummy names."
Dahlia, sitting on the other side, added with a smile:
"I’ve already contacted two discreet owners. The contracts are ready. We can sign them this afternoon. Basically, we’re going to prepare them underwater, far from Hector’s eyes and Harlan’s paranoia. The Baby-Boom roster will only appear in public on the evening of official matches. They’ll step onto the court, destroy their opponents, and disappear into the night to come back here."
Nash absentmindedly caressed Aiko’s belly while listening. Aiko let out small sighs of pleasure, letting herself go against him.
"Good," Nash replied. "I’ll keep marinating Harlan in the meantime."
Victoria lowered her sunglasses slightly and looked at him, intrigued.
"But by the way... I’m still waiting to know more about your overall plan. You told me to wait last night, that you had things you didn’t want to reveal in front of the girls in the living room. I want to know more about the plan. What you really took from Harlan."
Nash smiled, kissing Aiko’s neck one last time. She let out a light moan in his arms, before answering.
"We’ll talk about it on the way to the Hangar. It’s so huge that I initially expected what we did last night to happen after that."
Victoria raised an eyebrow, a curious smile on her lips.
"You know I’m a very demanding woman, Nash," she murmured. "I hope all these little secrets hide some huge news, otherwise I’m going to end up getting offended."
Dahlia laughed softly beside them.
"With Nash, it’s always worth it," she commented, looking at the scene with amusement.
Nash stretched, then rested his hands on Aiko with a smile.
"Oh, it’s huge, Victoria. So huge that, to be honest... I expected what we did last night to happen after this revelation."
Victoria froze for a second, her sapphire eyes widening in surprise. Dahlia, for her part, nodded. They had known him long enough to know that all these secrets must be hiding a bomb under Apex’s feet.
Later, Nash gathered the girls and finished explaining the last details of the secret training plan before leaving for Blacklist’s match.
The girls had all gathered in front of his black executive Porsche, parked in the private courtyard of the villa. Zayela, Rei, Hina, Miko, Kai, Aiko, and the Subs formed a tight circle.
"Okay, the plan is set," Nash concluded, looking at Rei and her players. "Dahlia stays here at the villa with you today to finalize the rental of the fields. Train as usual for today. We’ll see each other tonight after my match."
He was about to walk around the luxury sedan when Kai took a step forward, breaking ranks.
"Wait a minute, Blaze," Kai said in a strong, husky voice. "You didn’t really think we were going to let you leave without our blessing? The girls and I prepared a little good luck ritual."
Nash raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Oh yeah? Show me."
Kai didn’t waste any time. She approached, grabbed his face with both hands, and kissed him violently.
She opened her lips wide, her tongue slamming against Nash’s with the physical aggression that characterized her on the court. She shook her head violently from left to right, creating an obscene, wet sucking sound that echoed in the courtyard.
When she finally pulled back, a long, sticky, shiny string of saliva stretched between their mouths before breaking.
"That’s to give you strength," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, proud.
Miko was next. She was blushing to her ears, adjusting her glasses with a trembling hand. She got on her tiptoes, placed her small hands on his chest, and kissed him softly at first... then her tongue became more insistent, clumsy but full of obsession.
She moaned weakly, an adorable little sound, while timidly rubbing her body against him.
When she pulled back, all trembling, she stammered:
"I-I... I hope this brings you luck, Nash-sama..."
Hina took her turn. Her enormous, heavy breasts crushed shamelessly against Nash’s chest as she wrapped her thick thighs around his waist in a partial aerial straddle.
She took his face in both hands and initiated a crude, vulgar tongue licking, her saliva flowing abundantly down his chin. She shook her head violently, mouth wide open, sucking Nash’s tongue down to the throat while rubbing her soaked thong against the bulge in his sweatpants that was instantly regaining its monstrous 22 cm volume.
"Mmmh... chinpozilla is waking up already..." Hina murmured between two sloppy kisses, eyes rolled back in pleasure while drooling on him. "I’m the one who turns you on the most, admit it!"
The five subs came next, one by one, creating a true profusion of fluids, deep kisses, and hip grinding that completely deformed Nash’s pants, his veiny, throbbing cock stretching the grey fabric to the extreme.
Aiko arrived with her usual tsundere pout, arms crossed.
"This is stupid..." she muttered. "But... fine... for luck."
She kissed him with force, almost angry, her tongue attacking his with uncontrolled passion. She swung her hips once, rubbing her shorts against his cock, then pulled back pouting, her lips swollen.
"There... don’t die, idiot."
Finally, Rei took a step forward. The captain, the proud ice queen of Baby-Boom, advanced with trembling lips, her face red. Nash watched her come and tried to gently stop her, knowing how much she had a visceral hatred of men.
"Rei, you don’t have to participate in their childish games," Nash said in a calm voice. "I know how it is."
Rei froze, her blue eyes fixed on his, her pride stung.
"It’s just a kiss, Nash. Don’t underestimate me," Rei snapped, her voice broken by embarrassment but full of fierce determination. "Don’t look down on me."
She approached, grabbed his face, and kissed him with surprising violence. Her tongue was aggressive, almost angry, swirling furiously around his, exploring every corner of his mouth in a stifling embrace.
Their saliva mixed in an obscene profusion. She rocked her hips once against him, feeling the steel of his 22 cm cock, before brutally tearing herself from his mouth, a sticky string of saliva connecting their lips.
"There..." she breathed, her face completely red with shame and excitement, her gaze fleeing. "Burn this into your memory."
She turned around almost running toward the villa, completely embarrassed by her own boldness, under the laughter and applause of the girls.
Victoria, leaning against the door of the Porsche, had watched the whole show with a smile. Nash’s face was covered in saliva, his neck and chest shiny with the combined fluids of his harem.
"Well..." Victoria murmured in a suave voice, advancing her long amber legs under her black silk robe. "I suppose there’s only... me left."
In front of the thirteen Baby-Boom girls and the subs who froze, eyes wide and completely shocked to discover this secret relationship for the very first time, the Queen of Blacklist took Nash’s chin between her fine fingers. She crushed her heavy breasts against him and gave him a deep, sloppy kiss, her tongue definitively marking her sovereign territory in front of the dolls mute with shock.
When she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips, the silence was total.
"Let’s go," she said simply, getting into the passenger side.
Nash settled behind the wheel, his pants deformed by a monumental and eternal erection. He started the Porsche, ready to destroy the court.