Baby-Boom girls stood frozen at their bench, watching Nash get swarmed by Blacklist girls across the court, jumping, laughing, grinding against him like they couldn't wait to drag him off and feast.

Aiko's breaths came fast, her chest rising and falling hard under her soaked jersey.

She blinked fast, biting her lip to stop the frustrated tears burning behind her eyes.

They lost. They fought so hard, pushed themselves beyond limits, and still lost.

It hurt, but more than that... Nash's strength. His effortless control of the game, the way his team moved for him, trusted him, even his opponents… it stirred something deep inside her.

She wanted that. Needed it. More than revenge, more than pride.

Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides.

"I'll face you again," she muttered. "I won't lose next time."

But her voice wavered. Because right now? She couldn't think about anything except meeting him after.

Seeing him up close again. Feeling his presence, his warmth, his.... Just him.

It was time, right? It was the time for him to respect his words and do anything possible to keep them close.

Her red twin-tails matted with sweat bounced a little as she shifted her weight, thighs rubbing together sticky from the game and the heat building between them from the thought of how Nash would exactly celebrate.

Would it be something like last night?

Miko's glasses fogged completely, tears and sweat dripping down her flushed cheeks.

She ripped them off with a shaky hand, wiping the lenses frantically on her shorts.

Her body trembled, half from exhaustion, half from the sheer humiliation of being toyed with on court.

She shoved her glasses back on with trembling fingers, forcing her shoulders straight.

"Heads up," she croaked to the others. "We fought till the end. We... we didn't break." she said softly, voice steady despite the shake in her hands, her purple bob hair stuck to her forehead, her small body trembling a bit as she adjusted her posture.

Hina leaned heavily against the bench, legs shaking. She smiled though, soft and dazed.

"He was… gentle," she murmured, fingers brushing her own collarbone absently. "Maybe I misjudged him?"

Her yellow waves hung wet over her shoulders, her big tits rising slowly with each breath, the smiling as she thought of more time with him.

Kai's whole body burned, not from exhaustion, but from fire.

Her chest heaved, lips parted around hungry breaths as her eyes locked on Nash like a predator spotting prey.

She could chase him forever if it meant another chance, her shorts hugging her thighs tight, jersey stuck to her skin, making her feel exposed.

Rei stepped forward first, fists clenched but head high.

The Blacklist girls paused their grinding and groping for half a second, watching her like cats spotting a new toy.

Rei stopped just out of reach, jaw tight. Then she exhaled hard and extended a hand.

"... Congratulations. You're better."

Nash blinked, then smiled slowly, taking her hand in a firm grip.

"Great match, Rei. No hard feelings."

Something in her shoulders loosened. The handshake lasted longer than it needed to, her fingers squeezing once before she let go like his touch burned.

That was all it took.

Aiko shoved her way in next, red twin-tails whipping like angry flames, cheeks burning dark.

She grabbed Nash's forearm with both hands, nails digging in just enough to sting, pressing her soaked jersey hard against his chest so her hard nipples dragged across him.

"Can we have our rematch soon?" she asked, voice shaking a little. "You got lucky this time. But next game I'll wipe that smirk off your face… and then we'll see who's on top."

She bit her lip, thighs squeezing together.

Kai laughed slightly, sliding in on Nash's other side, yellow eyes flashing.

"Oh please, Aichi, you'll get wrecked again," she teased, then turned to Nash, hand sliding over his chest, fingers tracing every ridge of his pec through the jersey.

"But if you want another kind of rematch…" she murmured, "off the court, no rules, all night… I'm always ready to go a few rounds."

That was probably a crazy thing to say, the Baby-Boom girls looked at her tensely, but then, all froze.

What were they thinking? Of course it was exactly what they should be doing. It should be the only thing to do right now.

Hina stumbled forward next.

She looked up shy for half a second, then wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her soft chest fully against him, moaning softly as her nipples rubbed slow circles through the thin fabric.

"I... I'm sorry about last night," she whispered, voice trembling, lips brushing his ear. "You were drunk and I… I took advantage. I was so wrong for that."

She pulled back just enough to grab his hand, guiding his fingers to her mouth, licking them slowly, tongue swirling around each one while her huge tits pressed even tighter.

"But since we're good... we could start right where we left off…"

Miko pushed between them suddenly, cheeks flushed behind fogged glasses.

"Move, move, don't crowd him," she huffed, voice higher than usual from the rush of validation.

She slipped under his arm like she belonged there, small hand sliding under his jersey to trace slow, teasing circles on his abs, nails dragging light.

"I mean... let the man rest, he did a lot tonight... Oh—I mean... You already showed us how strong you are on the court," she whispered.

"And... Um... maybe you... um.... now show us off the court?"

The four Baby-Boom girls pressed closer, bodies rubbing, hands fighting for skin, breaths hot and fast against him.

Behind, Jaz, Alicia and Nia were blocking any retreat.

Nash stood in the middle of the storm, eight girls circling tight, Blacklist and Baby-Boom mixed.

He felt every inch, tits pressing soft and hard, nipples dragging, hands grabbing boldly, grinding wet crotch against him.

The smell was pure sex: sweat, arousal, different perfumes mixing into something heady and raw.

His cock throbbed hard in his shorts, the expectation of what was coming so clear it made his pulse race.

Nia groaned loud, pushing through the crowd, pressing her tits flat against his back again.

"Enough talking," she growled.

"I've waited all game. Locker room. Now. I need this cock inside me before I lose my mind."

Alicia laughed.

"Yeah, stop wasting time, girls," she teased Baby-Boom, "I can see right through your game. Let's get it started."

Jaz threw both fists in the air like she'd just won the championship herself, her massive tits bouncing hard with the motion.

"Hell yes! Blacklist and Baby-Boom in the same room? This is gonna be so fucking messy!" she laughed, her blonde hair wild and stuck to her forehead.

She slapped Nash on the back hard enough to make him stumble a step, grinning huge.

"Get ready, big man, we're not going easy on you tonight. Eight girls? You're gonna need every muscle you got."

Rei froze mid-step, blue eyes going wide.

"Wait… aren't you… that guy... Jinzo's girlfriend?"

The entire group went dead quiet.

Jaz's grin vanished like someone flipped a switch.

Her face went pale in half a second, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Why? Why now? Not even coming from one of the people who knew her personally.

"I—uh—no, it's not like that! We're just… casual! Super casual! Like, barely even a thing! We're basically single! I mean—"

Kai burst out laughing, slapping Jaz on the back.

"Relax, big girl. I can see the thing. Got your buddy too early, and now big Nash makes you regret your choice? Poor thing. But chill, what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room." She winked.

Jaz paused, considering. She looked lightened by the idea for a second, but then her eyes went even wider.

"Wait—Jinzo's gonna be in that locker room!"

She didn't even try to find an excuse, her intensions were crystal clear.

Kai's grin turned darker.

For Jaz, it was an annoying turn of events, but for them, it was a perfect chance.

She turned to the group, voice low and teasing.

"Wait, listen! Listen here, girls... I got it. The locker room, our locker room! It's empty right now... I mean, from Jinzo, and anyone who would want to... Talk too much."

All the girls held their breath, the other Baby-Boom girls watching with big eyes.

Way to go, Kai.

"How about it? We go there, lock the door, and nobody from Blacklist gets in. Just us… and him."

Hina squealed, clapping hands over her mouth, tits bouncing.

Miko adjusted her glasses, biting her lip.

Holy shit, it was really happening.

Aiko gulped so loud it echoed.

Her red twin-tails trembled, eyes huge.

Wow… it's really happening?

She swallowed hard, thighs pressing together tight.

We might actually… f-f-f-fuck him. Like… all of us. Maybe even… e-e-even me! Holy cow…"

Her mind trembled, cheeks burning dark the realization was clearer than ever.

Nothing could stop them.

Nash looked left, Kai's yellow eyes burning hungry.

Right, Aiko's red face, chest heaving fast.

Behind him, Jaz's massive frame looming, still flustered but grinning again.

In front, Hina's huge tits rising and falling with excited breaths, Miko's small hand already reaching for his belt.

Eight girls, all staring at him like he was the only thing left in the world.

All he had done was promising a good time, he was even thinking about something like the party in their hotel room, something nice.

But they had turned it into the best happy ending possible.

He grinned slowly.

Yeah.

Best quest choice ever.

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