8mi Chapter 288: Lovely Spoons
Chapter 288: Lovely Spoons
The last few fans from the Slag-Works district were heading down the steps, leaving behind a mess of crushed plastic cups and torn betting slips.Chloe sat tightly against her plastic seat, staring at the humiliating score flashing in crimson digits on the big board.
[ BLACKLIST: 124 // RED SERPENTS: 48 ]
Now that the fever of a great game was gone, she did not look like a flower anymore; she just looked like a genuinely stressed girl.
"I am completely serious, Rain," Chloe said, turning to him while tapping her pad with a deep pout. "I have been going through the charts all night, and I really do not see a seam in his defense. You were totally right about him. He is much stronger than you... and honestly? I am starting to wonder if he is already sitting at the same table as the others."
Rain watched the cleaning crew sweep the floorboards. He did not look surprised at all, maybe a little satisfied that his expectations were fulfilled.
"He is," he said flatly. "And our match against Blacklist is approaching faster than the schedule allows."
Chloe’s fingers tightened around her pad as she looked back at the empty timber. Even though she was the assistant manager for the Juggernauts, she cared deeply about Rain and his squad.
"Rain... if I am being completely honest... your team cannot beat him like this," Chloe whispered. "What you said about his flaws... it made sense when he was with those guys in the first half, but when the girls entered in the second half... Rain... It won’t go well for your team."
Rain didn’t look flustered at all. He kept his usual blank expression, completely unbothered by the massive numbers on the board.
"We just have to play our Breakball, Chloe," Rain said. "Let’s go. We have a lot of work to do."
He stood up from his seat, pulling his oversized hoodie lower over his face to head toward the exit. Seeing him move to leave so casually, Chloe instantly leaped up from her seat, her face bright red as she quickly grabbed his sleeve to stick right next to him.
"Wait for me, Rain!" Chloe cried out. "You cannot just walk off alone like that! Since Snow left us, you have to walk me back to my home! It is a long way!"
Rain let out a small sigh beneath his hood, but he did not pull his arm away.
"The trains are still running, Chloe. You do not need to pull my jacket so hard."
"I do not care! We are going together!" she laughed, completely happy now as she dragged him toward the station doors, her previous anxiety about Nash completely forgotten for a moment.
Later, deep inside the private shower room of the arena, Nash just stood there. He let the hot water from the shower stall hit him hard, completely covering him in a heavy spray.
He was all alone in there, and the only things he could hear were the loud hiss of the steam valves and the constant drumming of the water.
He stared blankly at the wet wall in front of him. He let the heat soak into his sore muscles while his mind wandered through everything he had to deal with right now.
He thought about Zayela. He thought about Sarra. He thought about Amara and all those normal girls from the streets who relied on him.
They looked at him with those soft, loving eyes, like he was some kind of god who could actually fix their messed up lives.
But Nash wasn’t a God, like he said about Hector, he was just one man.
He lifted his right hand into the spray, watching the water drip off his big, rough fingers, those fingers that carried him from hell to heaven, those fingers that introduced him to the greatness of being a pro athlete, to the sparks of a woman’s skin.
For the first time in a long while, he felt like these hands were trying to carry more than they could lift.
"Is it actually worth all the trouble?" he asked himself.
Let’s be real. Those girls were just regular, ordinary folks from the Underground. They did not have the power needed to survive the horror of this life.
If he just cut them off, focused only on getting stronger himself, and stopped carrying their weight on his shoulders, he could clear this whole layout in a month. He could reach the Upperworld all by himself. He could have the luxury, the money, and the clean air.
Nash frowned, his jaw tightening as he grit his teeth. The thought felt cheap. To him, it tasted like garbage.
Going up there and abandoning everyone? Like hell he would. He was a street rat himself, for god sake, the dirtiest of them. Don’t make him suddenly look like an angel.
And to him, everyone didn’t just include the girls.
*Click.*
The door at the end of the locker room opened. Nash’s broad shoulders instantly tensed up under the water. He listened closely, hearing the slow soft steps of someone walking, coming straight toward his stall.
Ah, he had forgotten. They just won a match, so it was time for his promise from yesterday.
He raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself with a bit of a smirk.
This is a really bad time for a pounding...
The door made of frosted glass opened. Nash turned around and his eyes opened wide through his wet bangs.
A thick smell of expensive perfume filled the shower stall.
Nash was frozen, forgetting how to breathe, his eyes staring at the anomaly that just entered the room.
It was Victoria, completely naked. All those fancy clothes and her black sunglasses were left behind in the locker room. For the first time, she wasn’t hiding behind any armor.
She looked like some kind of goddess, with golden skin and a body that could make any man go crazy. Her blonde hair, which was always styled perfectly, was now wet and clinging to her shoulders. Her skin had this smooth, amber glow under the harsh vertical neon lights.
Nash looked down at her, feeling like a hungry predator. Her breasts were just... Holy shit. They were enormous, heavy, and defiantly firm, they barely sagged under their own juicy weight.
The sharp cold of the locker room had already done its work, her wide, dark areolas had tightened, pushing out two sharp nipples, hard as rocks. Lower down, her waist narrowed before flaring out into an outrageous curve of hips.
She really had a body made for sin. Down where her toned thighs met, she was completely shaved. Her thick outer pussy lips pressed together, forming a plump, glistening camel-toe.
Nash felt a jolt of electricity shoot up his spine. Down below, his massive cock didn’t even wait. It twitched hard, filling with blood and throbbing with every single heartbeat.
Victoria walked forward, her bare feet making slapping sounds on the wet floor. She stepped right under the shower jet, closing the gap between them until there was no space left. The hot water slammed into her head and flowed down her face, washing away any makeup and showing off her perfect features.
She raised her arms, running her manicured fingers through her blonde hair to slick it back. The movement lifted her heavy chest. Nash just stared as the water droplets slid down her neck, poured into the deep valley of her cleavage, and bounced off her breasts before running down her flat stomach. To him, this was pure torture.
His left eye twitched.
"You can’t be fucking serious right now..." he muttered.
Victoria lowered her hands and put her palms on her wet hips, leaning back slightly. She locked her cold blue eyes onto his.
"Since you refused to use my body as currency, being naked with me should not bother you," she said, her voice smooth. "Just think of this as a business meeting."
She glanced around at the empty showers, a small smirk appearing on her lips.
"I sent Dahlia and the rest of the team away. The locker room is empty, Nash. It is just you, me, and the sound of the water," she said. "So, hold your dogs back, and let us begin, shall we?"
The water made a loud sound as it crashed on the floor and filled the area with steam, making everything uncomfortably close. Victoria had made a bold move by walking into his space, but Nash did not give an inch.
Most guys would have freaked out. They would have tried to hide their hard-on, or maybe looked away just to be polite. But Nash was not most guys.
Like he said earlier, he was a rat, and the dirtiest of them.
He crossed his huge arms over his chest, and flexed his muscles under the warm spray of the water. He just stood there, right in the middle of the shower jet, letting her look at his massive body.
He did not try to hide anything. His cock was huge, with thick veins pulsing along the shaft. It pointed straight toward Victoria’s belly, swaying slightly every time the water hit it.
Nash locked his green eyes onto her saphir ones. The shower had become a battlefield of pure wills, where silence weighed a ton.
There was this magnetic pull between them, something that they could almost touch. Victoria took another step forward, killing any distance that was left. She moved in until the roundness of her breasts brushed against the giant’s pecs. The hot water ricocheted off Nash’s shoulder and plunged straight into Victoria’s invisible cleavage, streaming between her heavy golden globes.
While maintaining her impenetrable businesswoman mask, her blue eyes inevitably slid downward, irresistibly drawn to the size of that enormous member throbbing just millimeters from her thighs. Nash let out a mocking smirk.
"My eyes are up here, Victoria. Or did my cock grow a second head during the match?"
A carnivorous, amused smile stretched her wet lips. She slid a manicured hand up to her heavy breasts, deliberately lifting and squeezing the massive globes together, pushing them forward so the neon light made her stiff, dark nipples stand out obscenely.
"I look at what deserves to be looked at, Nash," she replied. "And I must admit that for rat, you have some serious arguments. But enough chatter. Anywhere, anytime. That’s our motto, isn’t it? Even butt-naked in a pigsty."
Nash let his gaze devour her flat stomach, lingering on the droplets beading at the top of her shaved lips, before rising to her nipples hardened by the cold.
"Holding a crisis meeting with your tits out and your pussy dripping wet, that’s your new financial strategy? It’s creative, I’ll admit."
Instead of replying, Victoria kept her olympian calm. She slowly turned her back to the giant and settled fully under the burning jet, starting her shower.
Nash watched her in silence for a long moment. The outrageous curve of her hips, the water sliding in sinuous streams over the golden skin of her bouncy ass, everything about her oozed insolent confidence.
Nash eventually imitated her. He grabbed the soap bottle and began rubbing his heavy muscles, rolling the foam over his massive arms and thick thighs.
A heavy silence settled between them, disturbed only by the sound of palms sliding over wet flesh. Their bodies inevitably brushed in the confined space.
Every accidental contact between Nash’s rough skin and Victoria’s silky flesh felt like an electric shock. Victoria’s back rubbed against Nash’s carved abs; her full ass pressed against the top of his thighs, grazing the base of his burning erection. A visible shiver ran down the blonde’s spine with every touch.
From the corner of his eye, Nash glanced at her. Victoria was soaping her breasts so slowly, her hands crushing her heavy tits to work up the lather, massaging them gently under the water.
But Nash caught her immediately: her blue eyes had drifted again. She was staring at his cock, fascinated by that dark, veiny monster that continued to throb proudly a few inches from her, washed by waves of foam.
Feeling the giant’s gaze, Victoria realized she had been caught red-handed in her lust. Without batting an eye, she raised her head and stared at the brick wall in front of her, pretending indifference. A real pro move.
She ran a hand through her wet blonde hair, slicking it back, letting the water wash over her perfect face before turning to face him again. She broke the distance once more, pressing herself almost against his massive body.
The wet domes of her breasts crushed against Nash’s chest, while her golden mound pressed lightly against the base of his monumental erection. The direct contact of her hot slit against the sensitive skin of his cock drew a low growl from the giant who was getting tired of fighting against his inner demons.
"I received a private message just before the match. A message coming directly from Harlan Reiss."
Nash froze mid-motion. He turned to fully face her, his rigid member sliding against Victoria’s lower belly in a moist, arousing rub. She held his gaze, her breathing quickening from their carnal proximity.
"He has taken full control of the Midnight Rest. Hector has begun his move."