Later that night, the sleek black sedan pulled up to the curb outside Nash's hotel.

Its tinted windows were fogged from all the chaos that had happened within.

The vehicle finally settled after the wild vibrations that had rocked it through the city streets. Nash stepped out casually, stretching his arms overhead with a satisfied groan.

He rolled his shoulders, glancing back at the car with a smirk.

"Damn, that was a good ride. Hope the concert's more fun."

Victoria, still gripping the wheel with her manicured hands, leaned slightly toward the open door.

"You understand the mission, Nash? No slip-ups."

He nodded.

"Crystal. Get to the concert, find the targets, infiltrate their circle, snag the intel... and fuck 'em senseless while I'm at it."

She arched a brow, her lips twitching in amusement.

"I didn't mention anything about fucking."

Nash shrugged, grin widening.

"Just in case. It might, or maybe even will happen."

Victoria's gaze hardened just a fraction.

"As long as you're not throwing the match for a quick lay. We need that win, crush Apex."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied smoothly. "Expect good news. I'll deliver."

She gave a curt nod, a salute of sorts.

"See that you do."

Nash stepped back, returning the gesture with a lazy wave, then turned toward the hotel lobby.

Behind the closing door, Victoria sighed, easing the car back into gear. She glanced in the rearview mirror.

"He's something, isn't he? Reckless, bold... special. With him, I can see my goal in reach. Don't you agree, Daliah?"

In the backseat, Daliah was a convulsing wreck, a masterpiece of debauchery sprawled across the leather. Her caramel skin glistened under a thick layer of cum, ropes of it matting her platinum bob, streaking her perky boobs, and pooling between her wide-spread thighs.

Waves of the sticky fluid still oozed from her stretched pussy, her legs trembling uncontrollably as aftershocks struck her, golden eyes blank and unfocused, mouth parted.

She twitched, a low whimper escaping as another spasm hit, her body arching off the seat involuntarily.

Victoria's smile widened.

"Should you take a day off tomorrow? Maybe take the opportunity to buy a new car. This one's seen better days."

Three days later, the big day had finally arrived, the concert. The venue was a hidden gem in the underground—sprawling arena tucked beneath the city's underbelly, far better than most districts Nash had prowled.

Artificial lights mimicked a perpetual twilight, casting a mystic glow over lush greenery that climbed the walls like living tapestries: vines cascading from high ceilings, pockets of ferns, and exotic flowers blooming in engineered gardens.

It felt almost alive, a rare oasis in the grit, holographic billboards flickering with Baby-Boom's neon logos, crowds milling in designer streetwear, the vibes of pre-show excitement building.

The Blacklist squad rolled in as a pack, the boys hyped and rowdy, eyes darting at the sea of fans.

Nash led the way, his arm casually draped around Sarra's waist. She'd joined at his invitation, her presence turning heads and stirring murmurs.

Sarra was a different kind of beauty: a curvy introvert with an aura of shy sensuality. Behind her glasses, her eyes avoided people's stares, gradually relaxing under Nash's presence.

Her body was a masterpiece, abnormally huge K-cup boobs defying gravity, heavy and full, pressing against a simple white shirt that, despite being plain, clung to her curves and rode high with each breath. A pair of snug dark jeans hugged her wide hips, every step making them sway with natural grace.

Even dressed in sober clothes, she was dangerously sexy, the kind of understated heat that made the boys shoot Nash jealous glares while their impatience for the "promised orgy" simmered just below the surface.

They dove into the pre-concert vibe, grabbing drinks from glowing bars nestled in the greenery, laughing as holographic previews of Baby-Boom's hits played overhead.

Jinzo hung back, territorial as ever, but even he cracked a smile at the energy. Sarra stuck close to Nash, her hand in his, blushing at the compliments from the squad on her "glow-up vibes." They snapped pics in the foliage, the artificial lights making everything feel surreal and electric.

As the group drifted, Nash's system pinged mid-laugh.

[QUEST COMPLETED]

Rewards:

• +10% Trust from all squad members

• +10% Affection from all squad members

• +5% Stamina for the entire squad during matches

• +5% Teamplay Efficiency (improves coordination in games)

• +10% Lust boost for female squad members toward Nash

• Passive Bonus: Squad Morale Aura (Nash's presence grants small stat increases in Basketball and Seduction)

He grinned inwardly.

Holy... Damn... Over, it's finally over! What a fantastic reward.

But then another ping hit, unexpected.

[ITEM RECEIVED: BACKSTAGE ACCESS KEY]

[MENTAL GPS ACTIVATED: Track the designated door in Sector B-7.]

Nash blinked, glancing around subtly.

Huh? A key? For what?

Before he could process, a new quest flashed.

[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.

Nash stared in confusion.

Aiko Tanaka? The lead? Befriending? Now that's something... Phase two for the quest?

It was the first time the system gave him a phase two for a quest, and this one was particularly.

Aiko was the lead singer of Baby-Boom, a young woman that Nash barely learned about two days ago while scrolling through their info.

She was also an essential member of their Breakball team, and now the system asked him to befriend her. How could he pull that out? The group members were divas, very protected and never isolated. There was no way of getting close to her, at least not outside of the match.

At least there was no time limit.

He forced a laugh, shaking it off as the group pushed toward the main floor.

The pre-show chaos led to natural splits: Drex and Mac peeled off to hit a food stall, hyped about "pre-orgy fuel." Jinzo wandered toward a merch booth with Jaz in tow, her giant body drawing stares. Nia got pulled into a fan dance circle, giggling as she vanished into the crowd. Alicia stuck with a couple of others for bathroom runs, and the three remaining boys were already scattered like NPCs, leaving Nash and Sarra alone in the greenery.

Nash guided her toward a quieter path, secretly following the mental GPS ping, the door marker glowing faintly in his mind's eye, leading deeper into the venue's side corridors. As they walked, Sarra squeezed his hand.

"Nash... It's kind of crazy being here with you. I never thought you'd invite me to something like this. Feels unreal. You've changed so much lately. Taller, stronger, more confident... like you're someone out of reach now." Her voice softened. "But even if you don't notice me like before, I'm glad just to be here by your side. Even if it's only for tonight."

Nash slowed, realizing he'd been too focused on the faint pulsing arrow of the GPS in his mind, barely giving her his full attention. He turned toward her. She looked like she was bracing herself, glad, but almost unworthy of the new version of him.

It was true that they rarely talked together. He had always assumed her system indicated she preferred minimal interactions, like a shy person... at least in theory. But maybe he was wrong? Maybe she was just shy of strangers, and he wasn't a stranger anymore.

His enhanced Charisma and Control kicked in like instinct, crafting the perfect words to melt her fears. He cupped her cheek gently, eyes locking on hers with warm intensity.

"Sarra, listen. You've always been someone special to me, then and now. Yes, I've changed, but it's because of girls like you who believed in me. You're not 'not enough'; you're everything. Don't ever think I'll grow tired of you."

She had sparks in her eyes, and he smiled gently.

"In fact, I'm glad you feel that way. It means that I'm important to someone as dazzling as you. I've always thought... You're too beautiful to be wasted on someone like me."

As he spoke, Nash drew her closer, burying his face against her hair, inhaling its sweet, clean scent. He pressed a slow kiss to her neck, lips grazing her skin as his words melted into her ear.

"Those curves, that softness... damn, you're hotter than ever. You have no idea of your own power. I'm the one who's surprised you think that I'm better. If you really believe that, then know that I've become better to be worthy of you. And this perfect man really wants to spend his time with you."

She shivered, her breath catching. Her cheeks flushed deep crimson, glasses fogging slightly as she flustered.

The praise hit deep, warm, sensual, wrapping around her like a hug. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace, her mountain-like chest pressing firmly against his, the weight and softness making his monster stir instantly.

"Nash... I might have fallen in love with you," she murmured into his chest, voice barely audible.

He pulled back slightly, eyebrow arched.

"Hm? What was that?"

She shook her head, brushing it off with a shy smile.

"Nothing. Just... I want to do things right. Be there for you, like you're here for all of us. Support you through whatever."

The press of her boobs against him, combined with her words, ignited Nash's excitement, his pulse racing, the monster tenting his pants noticeably. Yet...

'All of us'? Wait... does she know?

But before he could respond, the system ping sharpened, the door was close. A simple, unmarked room tucked in a side alcove of the building.

He glanced at it, pulling out the ethereal key from his inventory, manifesting as a sleek card in his pocket.

A moment of silence hung as he led Sarra there, swiped it, then a soft click echoed, the door unlocked.

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