The group spilled into the tunnel like a living wave of heat and perfume, eight girls pressing around Nash so tight he felt every heartbeat, every tremble against his skin.

The Baby-Boom subs were already waiting at the doorways, pink-and-white cheer uniforms, arms crossed, eyes sharp and loyal like they'd been born for this moment.

One gave Rei a quick nod.

"Perimeter secure. No staff, no Blacklist, no phones, and no Madam. Go get him, captain."

The locker-room door opened on silent hinges, and the scent hit Nash like a wall: warm vanilla body spray tangled with raw girl-sweat, the sharp rubber bite of fresh court shoes lined up in perfect rows, and underneath it all the unmistakable musk of eight pussies already soaked through thin shorts.

Soft pink lights glowed from the ceiling, turning every bead of sweat into a tiny pink diamond.

Mirrors on every wall reflected the scene from infinite angles, eight half-stripped athletes circling their prize like a ritual.

Was this really a Breakball locker room? It looked like someone had made preparations for what was about to happen.

Kai slammed the door behind them and twisted the deadbolt with a sharp click that echoed like a starting pistol.

No more cheers. No more crowd. No more game.

Just eight girls pressing closer, thighs brushing, hands grabbing, breaths speeding up.

They formed a loose ring around Nash in the middle of the room, jerseys half-stuck to skin, sports bras peeking, shorts riding high on thick thighs.

Kai stepped forward first, yellow eyes locked on him like prey.

She grabbed the hem of Nash's jersey and peeled it up slow, inch by inch, exposing his abs to the warm pink light.

"Look at this… all ours now," she murmured, voice rough.

Her fingers traced every ridge, nails dragging lightly, tongue wetting her lips as she leaned in close enough for him to feel her breath on his skin.

Hina followed, yellow waves messy around her flushed face.

She pressed her huge tits against his bare chest, still in her soaked pink top, nipples hard and obvious through the thin fabric.

"I—I kept thinking about last night the whole game…" she whispered, voice trembling.

She took his hand, guided it under her jersey, let him cup the soft, heavy weight, then pulled his fingers to her mouth and licked them slow, tongue swirling, lips sucking gently, eyes locked on his the entire time.

Miko pushed between them suddenly, glasses fogged completely, cheeks burning.

She shoved Hina back lightly—or tried to, her small frame barely budging the taller girl.

"Hey, wait your turn!" Hina pouted, tits bouncing.

Miko ignored her, grabbing Nash's wrist and pulling him down to her level.

She stretched up on her toes, tiny hands gripping his shoulders, and pressed a hot, wet lick up the side of his neck, from collarbone to ear.

"I—I studied that a lot…" she breathed, voice shaky but determined. "Let me show you."

Her small hands slid down his chest, fingers trembling, tracing every muscle like she was memorizing them.

She dropped to her knees right there on the tile, glasses fogging instantly, her small hands sliding up his thighs, palms pressing warm, then nuzzled her cheek against the thick bulge in his shorts, rubbing slowly like a cat in heat.

Hina gasped, hands flying to her mouth, giggling behind them.

"My, my! Miko! So bold tonight!"

Nia and Alicia circled behind like predators, peeling off their own jerseys in perfect sync, sports bras barely containing their full tits, black lace for Nia, white and simple for Alicia, both soaked and clinging, nipples stiff.

Nia leaned in, licked a long stripe up Nash's neck, tasting salt and skin.

"I've been wet since halftime," she whispered against his ear.

Alicia bit his shoulder lightly, teeth grazing.

"Don't make me wait any longer."

Jaz watched from the edge, blonde hair wild, lips parted around heavy breaths, her massive tits swaying with every inhale.

Her jersey hit the floor with a wet slap, sports bra, purple with thin straps, barely holding her massive chest, nipples poking hard through the fabric.

She rubbed her thighs together slowly, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, eyes locked on Nash.

Rei stood furthest back, still in her jersey, arms crossed tight over her plain black sports bra, blue eyes locked on the floor.

She was breathing hard, thighs pressed together, sweat running down her neck between her tits.

Her fingers twitched at her sides like she wanted to join but couldn't bring herself to take that final step.

Aiko watched Nash for half a second, then looked away, red twin-tails bouncing.

She pulled off her jersey with a sharp tug, exposing her soaked red bra, little bows dangling at the straps, nipples obvious through the wet fabric.

She crossed her arms over her chest like she was hiding, cheeks burning dark.

"I—I don't even know why I'm here," she muttered, glancing sideways at Nash. "I just came to watch."

Kai laughed, stepping closer, yellow eyes gleaming.

"Ohhhh, Aiko~ So innocent~" she teased, finger poking the younger girl's cheek.

Aiko swatted her hand away, face flaming.

"S—Shut up! I'm not innocent! I just… don't want to play."

Nash chuckled low, walking toward her slowly, fingers trailing shoulders, necks, collarbones, light touches that made every girl shiver.

He stopped in front of Aiko last.

She was trembling, arms still crossed over her chest like she was hiding, looking away.

He leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper only she could hear.

"You sure? You look like you've been thinking about it since yesterday."

Aiko's breath hitched, thighs pressing tighter.

"I—I haven't! I was just… watching."

Her voice cracked on the last word.

Nash smirked, fingers brushing her chin lightly, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

Her lips parted unconsciously, eyes wide and vulnerable.

"Really? So if I do this…"

He leaned down slowly, lips brushing hers feather-light, not a kiss but the shadow of one.

Aiko gasped, her entire body jerking like she'd been shocked.

Her hands flew up to clutch his shoulders, fingers digging in like she would fall if she didn't get a good grip.

"I—I hate you," she breathed, but her lips chased his when he pulled back slightly.

Nash chuckled, fingers sliding down her arms, easing them away from her chest.

Her soaked red bra clung to every curve, nipples stiff and obvious, little bows dangling uselessly.

"You sure?" he murmured.

Aiko hesitated, then shook her head fast, face burning.

"N-no… I… I mean... maybe…"

Her voice failed her.

Nash grinned.

"Good."

His hands slipped behind her back, fingers finding the clasp of her bra.

One flick, and it loosened.

Aiko squeaked, arms flying up to cover herself, but Nash caught her wrists gently, holding them at her sides.

The bra fell away completely, bouncing on the tile.

Aiko's perfect tits bounced free.

Her tits were perfect.

Small, round, high on her chest, the kind of soft handfuls that looked untouched by anything rough.

Pale skin flushed pink from the game, nipples a delicate rose color, already stiff and begging. They bounced once when the bra came free, then settled, trembling with every shaky breath she took.

The curve was gentle, almost innocent, like they'd never been grabbed hard, never been marked.

They looked soft, pure, like if you pressed your face between them you'd smell clean soap and nervous girl-sweat and nothing else.

The other girls stopped moving, staring openly.

Hina gasped.

"Ohhhh, Aiko~ So cute~" she cooed, hands pressed to her cheeks.

Miko adjusted her glasses, biting her lip.

"So… small…" she whispered.

Aiko whimpered, trying to curl in on herself.

"S-shut up… I can't help it…"

Nash shook his head, fingers tracing the soft underside of one breast.

"No, they're perfect."

The praise made Aiko freeze, eyes wide, lips trembling.

Her first compliment, and it was about her tits. Who would have guessed?

Nash leaned down slowly, lips closing around one stiff nipple, tongue swirling slowly.

Aiko whimpered, back arching, thighs squeezing together tight.

"O-oh… n-no fair…"

It was her first time.

First mouth on her tits.

First real touch that wasn't clumsy teenage fumbling in the dark.

She felt it everywhere, heat shooting straight down between her legs, thighs squeezing, her cunt clenching on nothing, already soaked through her shorts.

Her knees wobbled, and Nash caught her easily, lifting her slight frame like she weighed nothing.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, arms clinging to his neck, fingers digging into Nash's shoulders, nails scraping skin, like she needed to hold on or she'd float away.

Nash switched to the other nipple, tongue swirling slow circles, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp again.

He could feel her heartbeat through her tit, fast and wild, like a bird trapped in a cage.

Aiko's head fell back, twin-tails brushing the floor, mouth open.

The other girls pressed closer, hands roaming freely now, nails dragging, tongues tasting, breaths hot and fast.

But Nash didn't look away from Aiko.

He pulled off her nipple with a soft pop, looked up at her flushed face, her eyes glassy and wide.

"Still hate me?" he asked, voice low.

"... A lot," Aiko murmured.

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