The concert should've kicked off by now, but the delay dragged like a bad hangover.

The crowd packed tight, bodies rubbing under fake lights, greenery walls glowing like some cheap jungle setup.

Fans grumbled low, sweat thick in the air, everyone shifting pissed. Nash stood in the crush, Sarra by his side, her hand in his, still shaky from their room fuck, jeans rumpled, hair a mess like she'd been tossed around. The squad was scattered nearby, Drex and Mac yelling bullshit, Jinzo with Jaz, Alicia chatting with the three NPCs but looking annoyed. Nash's mind raced due to an information they'd received.

Aiko is missing? How? Is it tied to the quest?

The concert was delayed due to the unexplained disappearance of the lead singer.

The staff members were looking for her everywhere, but without success.

Everyone was asked to wait without any idea of how long it would take.

This only made Nash more tense.

Wait, maybe there were clues in that room maybe... system led me there for something.

He couldn't say, if the system had led him there it was certainly for a clue. Maybe there was a letter or something? He hadn't looked enough.

Alicia whined loudly.

"This sucks! Waiting forever for what? Show's a bust."

The others backed her, this situation was a total drag.

Jaz frowned worried.

"What if something stops the concert? Like, real bad?"

Jinzo stayed silent, thinking. Was that all for nothing after all? He had technically been humiliated when he accepted to come, under the motivation that someone would rail Jaz. But what now? Did he ridicule himself for nothing?

Drex leaned to Mac.

"Man, this kills the orgy vibe. Girls won't show if no show." Mac snorted.

"Tell me. Blaze better find a solution because I ain't going back with my viagra intact."

Nash frowned, too focused to notice these two. He tried hard to link the room to Aiko's disappearance and could only come to one conclusion.

He had to go back. She might be trapped somewhere and he need to save her as fast as possible.

This could actually make it easier to befriend her. The system rarely screwed him after all.

Sarra squeezed his hand.

"Problem?"

He smiled.

"Nah, all good."

He was about to find an excuse to sneak back, but suddenly Nia bumped him hard, her tits jabbing his side playfully. Nash jumped slight, then grinned amused.

"Watch it, Nia."

She laughed.

"Oops, sorry, big guy. See? We could've skipped this delay and just... you know, had some fun instead of standing here like idiots. Now I'm bored, so what should you do?"

She winked teasing, eyes flicking to Sarra quick but missing the signs.

Nash shrugged casual, She had no clue he had already wrecked Sarra in that room.

Thenw Nia frowned. She had a strange expression and leaned closer, sniffing like a dog on a trail. Eyes narrowed, nose twitching as she inhaled deep near his neck.

"Wait... that smell? Fresh fuck vibes."

She pulled back, staring. Nash and Sarra flinched, What the hell? She can smell it?

Nash tried to play it cool.

"Nah, must be crowd sweat. Concert funk."

But Nia didn't buy it. Her gaze shifted to Sarra, disheveled, shy look away, cheeks red, clothes rumpled.

Nia's mouth dropped, twisted pout.

"You two? Here? While I was waiting like a chump? Not fair! I've died for your dick forever, Nash!"

Arms crossed, she stomped lightly.

Nash laughed, hands up.

"Easy. It just... happened."

Nia huffed.

"Screw that. It's my turn now. I'll blow you here, even up."

She dropped low, hands at his zipper, crowd squeezing oblivious.

Nash let her start. Here? With people everywhere? It was troublesome .

But still, there was enough crowd to hide her. Maybe just a quickie... but then, the memory hit.

The anal with Sarra.

Shit... I can't let her suck now...

He grabbed her wrist firmly, and pulled her up.

"Whoa, Nia, stop. Not now."

She pouted annoyed.

"Why? I can smell you're hard already."

Nash held a laugh. Was she a dog or something?

"Yeah, no need to lick, I'm good to go. You can skip it."

Nia observed him momentarily, then, her eyes sparkled.

"Oh, so it bothers you? Perfect, I'll do it to piss you off."

She ducked low again, lips brushing his zipper, but stage lights flared, and the announcer's voice boomed

"Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the delay, the concert starts now!"

The crowd surged wildly, bodies slamming, pushing Nia up before she could latch. She stumbled back annoyed.

"Damn timing!"

Nash sighed, relieved. Close call.

Backstage, Baby-Boom huddled in edgy gothic rocker gear, black leather jackets studded over colorful blouses, short frilly black skirts, fishnet stockings, skull accessories blending cute and rebel.

Aiko Tanaka, was back, blue blouse popping against her red twin-tails tied with ribbons, tiny fang showing, face pale, eyes wide like she'd seen hell.

"Guys, sorry... it was... wow. Can't explain."

Miko Hayashi, a girl wearing a pink blouse, round oversized glasses slipping down her nose, soft brown hair straight to shoulders, pale skin flushing, pushed her glasses up.

"Aiko, you're late again... we were worrying, you know? But... glad you're here."

Kai Sato, a tanned tomboy in green blouse, bronze skin shining, messy short hair blonde-tipped, athletic build with jersey vibe, teased her.

"Come on, dummy! You had us freaking, don't pull that diva crap. Spill what spooked you? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Aiko glanced at her then back at her feet.

"Even worse actually..."

Rei Kimura, the cool silent prince of the group, a young woman in purple blouse, black hair short, sharp eyes, the tallest of them, quickly took Aiko's defense.

"Easy, Kai. Aiko, take a breath. We're friends, so don't push yourself, ok? Just don't let us in the doubt. Talk when you're ready."

Finally, Hina Fuji, a cheerful airhead in yellow blouse, bright pastel hair, sparkling eyes with hairpin, famous for having the biggest chest jiggling like it had its own gravity, patted the shoulder of her friend.

"Yeah, don't sweat about it, sweat about what Mr. Producer will say. He'll chew you down but that's the problem of the Aiko from the future."

Aiko hesitated shy hesitant.

"Whatever... I don't think anything can be worse than what I've seen... Let's just rock."

Soon after, the concert began.

Dazzling lights, the crowd frenzied as the hits blasted through the greenery.

The concert blended pop with rock accents, sensual rhythms as dull as the beating of a racing heart, lyrics arousing desire and rebellion through seductive whispers and nervous screams, pink/blue/yellow/purple/green strobe lights, steam rising from the crowd's sweat mingling with the fog machines.

The crowd went wild, jumping high, hugging each other, waving their hands frantically.

Blacklist was hyped, Drex and Mac yelling, pounding fists to the beat; Jinzo swaying loose, Jaz more concerned about people's reactions. They didn't know it yet, but they were reacting to animes' openings and endings, she couldn't help but grin triumphantly; Alicia singing loud, lost in lyrics, arms up; while Nia rubbed on Nash sensually, sniffing his sex smell again, moaning low.

"Mmm... maybe it wasn't a bad idea... turns me on,"

Her body grinded his thigh playfully. Sarra pressed close too, blushing but grinding as intensely, her curves soft against him, still leaking cum down her legs, masked behind her jean.

Nash enjoyed the rush, beats vibrating his chest, lights blinding fun, the squad's energy feeding his, but thoughts nagged.

Aiko was finally there. Was he wrong about the clue after all? How should he proceed now?

He had hoped there was a connection between her disappearance and the room, but now he was lost.

The sensual tones hit harder, lyrics dripping lust, beats like slow fucks building to crashes, crowd grinding like one big orgy tease.

Nia couldn't miss the vibe and whispered in his ear.

"Mmh that smell on you... makes me wet... Hey, what if we fucked right here and now?"

her hands roaming his back, the other around his crotch.

Sarra smiled shyly, hugging his arm, her tits pressing soft. She had been served but there was still room for a round 2.

With the crowd packed, it wasn't impossible if they played it slowly, but it needed to almost be stupid to try something like that.

Then, mid-song, the system pinged.

[NEW QUEST: VIP CHALLENGE]

Objective: Finger 5 random fans (non-bonded) before concert ends.

Reward: Invited to VIP area, +20 Charisma.

Failure: -15% Squad Trust, Concert Lockout.

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