Nash's jaw clenched at the view of the holographic system screen materialized. The crowd surged around him, a sea of sweat-slicked bodies grinding to Baby-Boom's electric beats, but all he could focus on was the glowing text dooming him.

[NEW QUEST: VIP CHALLENGE]

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

Reward: VIP Access +20 Charisma.

Failure: –15% Squad Trust, Concert Lockout.

"Fuck," he muttered, the word lost in the thumping bass.

Five? In this madhouse, with no clue how many songs were left? The quest wasn't just a random pop-up anymore, it felt engineered, like invisible strings pulling him toward some predetermined fate.

The system had been working to get him to VIP, certainly to meet Aiko, but if it was the goal, why was the mean so hard and confusing?

He glanced at the stage. Baby-Boom was midway through their set, Aiko's voice a sultry siren call in flashing strobes of violet and crimson.

The crowd was a living entity, packed so tight he could feel the collective heat, the scent of arousal and alcohol thick in the air.

Maybe it was doable? Just slip, fall, and have his hands landing accidentally in a panty?

Nah, who was he kidding. He was screwed.

Time was slipping away, and the quest might be a necessary path to reach Aiko.

But Nash wasn't one to fold. If the system wanted him to play, he'd play dirty.

First, he needed to ditch his clingy entourage without sparking drama. Sarra was latched onto his left arm, her breath hot against his neck; Nia flanked his right, pressing insistently, hips rolling on him.

They were waiting for any signal to activate their mating mode, but now wasn't a good time.

He turned to them, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that was audible only to them.

"You two are driving me insane. I can smell how wet you are."

He let his hands roam possessively, one cupping Sarra's ass through her jean, the other teasing the edge of Nia's crop top, brushing her hardened nipple. They both shivered.

"Not here," he continued, leaning in so his lips grazed their ears in turn. "I want to enjoy you properly, like my ladies."

Then to Nia :

"I'm gonna fuck you until your legs give out and you're dripping with me."

To seal the lie, he slid a hand between Sarra's thighs from behind, fingers ghosting over her soaked panties, while his other hand did the same to Nia.

They gasped in unison, bodies arching into his touch, moans swallowed by the music.

"Ah... Nash..." Sarra whimpered, her voice breaking as he pressed harder for a second.

Nia bit her lip, nodding frantically.

"Well... Don't make me wait too long."

He withdrew his hands slowly, letting them feel the loss, then flashed a predatory grin.

"Prepare your whole body, and I really mean 'whole'."

If humans could melt, they would be liquid by now. The words sent them in a blissed world where the music had become a background sound.

Alone now, Nash felt his cock twitch in his jeans, already half-hard from the tease.

The quest fueled it, turning the crowd into a buffet of possibilities. He needed to be creative, no straightforward grabs.

Imagine the problem if he grabbed a girl next to her boyfriend. He needed to observe attentively.

These women had to want it, even if he manipulated the desire out of them.

He scanned the throng, heart pounding in sync with the drums, his erection straining as he imagined the conquests ahead.

Target one materialized like a gift: a curvaceous Latina in a low-cut halter top, her dark hair cascading in waves as she danced solo, eyes closed in ecstasy.

She was lost in the rhythm, but Nash spotted vulnerability, a subtle loneliness in her sway.

He approached from the side, bumping "accidentally" into her as the crowd shifted.

"Whoa, sorry," he said, steadying her with a hand on her waist, his touch lingering just long enough to feel her warmth. "Crowd's wild tonight, huh? You okay?"

She opened her eyes, smiling shyly.

"Yeah, just... intense." Her gaze flicked down, noticing his build, the confidence in his stance.

She held her breath for a moment, due to his passive, he was in her eyes the most handsome man she had ever seen.

He leaned closer, voice smooth as silk.

"I want to have fun, but I have a problem. You look like you're holding back. Let me help you loosen up."

Before she could protest, he guided her hands to his shoulders, pulling her into a dance.

His body pressed against hers, his growing hardness grinding subtly against her thigh. It was so hard that she immediately noticed it.

She gasped, but didn't pull away, instead, her hips rolled instinctively.

As the song built to a crescendo, Nash whispered.

"Imagine if I could make you feel the music inside you."

His hand slipped under her top from the back, fingers tracing her spine down to her ass, then dipping between her legs.

She was already damp through her leggings. He teased her clit in slow circles, his other arm holding her steady as her knees buckled.

"Oh god," she moaned, burying her face in his neck. He fingered her deeper, curling his fingers to hit that spot, her juices coating his hand.

Her body clenched around him, orgasm ripping through her in waves. She shuddered, whispering, "Who are you?" as he pulled away, leaving her breathless.

He leaned to her head and murmured.

"How about you find it out tonight? Stay around after the concert."

His cock throbbed painfully now, the scent of her arousal clinging to his fingers. He needed release, but the quest demanded focus.

Target two was nearby: a athletic brunette with tattoos snaking up her arms, laughing with a friend but eyeing the crowd hungrily.

Obviously, a predator looking for her next meal.

Nash saw an opportunity in her boldness, he'd turn it against her.

He sidled up, flashing a charming smile.

"Bet you can't keep up with my moves."

A challenge, laced with flirtation.

She smirked, abandoning her friend.

"Try me, handsome."

They danced close, bodies syncing. Nash let his hands wander "innocently" at first, brushing her sides, her hips, just testing the water.

Then, as the lights dimmed for a bass drop, he pulled her flush against him, his erection pressing into her belly.

"You dance well, but there's something I'm better at than you."

Her eyes widened, but her lust took over.

"Prove it."

He spun her around, back to his chest, and slid a hand down her shorts while the other cupped her breast.

She was soaked, her folds parting easily for his fingers. He pumped in and out, thumb on her clit, whispering.

"You're so fucking hot; no one else here deserves this."

She came hard, grinding back against his cock, her moans blending with the crowd's cheers. As she sagged, he slipped away. (+2)

By now, Nash was rock-hard, pre-cum leaking into his boxers. The friction of his jeans was torture, but it sharpened his edge.

Target three: a petite Asian girl in a skimpy dress, sipping from a glowing cup, her eyes glassy from whatever was in it. She looked tipsy, suggestible, perfect for a mind game.

He bumped her "spill," knocking her drink just enough to splash.

"Shit, my bad! Let me make it up, dance with me?"

She giggled, nodding.

"Okay, cute stranger."

Everything was easier when you were handsome in this kind of place.

He pulled her into the fray, hands on her hips. As they moved, he leaned in.

"You know, in crowds like this, secrets happen. No one notices."

His words planted seeds, his touch escalating, fingers inching up her thigh under the dress.

It was a bold move, nothing in her openly suggested she would be easy, but he had gotten so used to women that he didn't need to depend on his system to seduce.

He knew from the vibe how to proceed.

"What kind of secrets?" she breathed, intrigued.

"The kind where I make you cum right here, and no one knows."

He found her panties, pushing them aside, plunging two fingers into her tight heat. She was dripping, her walls clenching as he worked her expertly, curling and thrusting.

Her head lolled back, lips parted in ecstasy. He felt her shatter, her body quaking in his arms.

"Good girl," he murmured, withdrawing. (+3)

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his dick aching for attention, but he couldn't feed the monster yet. The music was peaking, only a couple songs left, he guessed.

Target four: a blonde in a sheer top, dancing with her equally stunning friend, a raven-haired vixen in leather shorts.

They were grinding on each other playfully, drawing eyes. Nash decided to exploit their dynamic.

He inserted himself between them with a grin.

"Mind if I join? You two are stealing the show."

The blonde laughed, pulling him in.

"Only if you're worth it."

He danced sandwiched, hands exploring both at first, teasing waists, brushing asses. Then, focusing on the blonde, he whispered in her ear.

"Your friend's hot, but you're the one I want to feel."

Jealousy as bait. It worked just fine; she pressed closer, guiding his hand under her skirt.

His fingers delved into her slick pussy, stroking deep and rhythmic. One left.

Everything went very well, until it went too well.

The blonde girl moaned, grinding harder.

But then her friend noticed, eyes widening in excitement rather than anger.

"Holy shit, that's hot. Me too?"

The blonde, mid-orgasm, gasped.

"Yeah, let's fuck!"

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