Chapter 340: [R18]Leaking Information
Nearly an hour had passed.
The weird sexual game was long over. Nash and Jaz were just collapsed in the middle of the wooden court. They stayed locked together, just breathing. Their bodies were totally soaked. It was a mix of sweat and the leftover mess from their sex, cum and the powerful squirts Jaz had let out.
Their skin felt glossy and sticky. Every time one of them moved even a little bit, there was a soft, wet suction sound because their chests and stomachs were pressed so tightly together.
The air around them felt heavy and smelled sweet. It was that addictive aphrodisiac scent that comes from Nash’s seed, and it was sticking to both of them.
Nash was lying on his back. Jaz was half on top of him, her tall body molding right against his, though he was still way bigger than her. She kept her face buried in the side of his neck, and her huge breasts were crushed softly against his chest.
Nash had one of his large hands resting on the heavy curve of her butt. He sank his fingers deep into the thick, firm flesh, just slowly kneading it. He didn’t really have a goal other than the simple pleasure of touching her.
Whenever Jaz moved her long legs, more of that thick white cum slowly leaked out of her pussy and her anus, which was still slightly open. It slid down the inside of her thighs and dripped onto the wood floor beneath them.
Usually, she had this monstrous amount of stamina, but that was gone now. Using the Beast Mode had completely drained her. Now she felt softer and almost shy. She rubbed her cheek slowly against his, then dragged her tongue along the side of his face, licking up the sweat with slow, affectionate strokes.
Her crotch kept making small, unconscious circles against his, like she still needed to feel him touching her.
"You are so big..." she murmured against his skin. "When you hold me like this... I feel small. Like a normal girl. Like a little princess being protected by her prince."
She pressed herself even closer, as if she wanted to just melt into him.
Nash’s hand moved slowly up and down her back, and then it went back to her butt, squeezing the heavy cheek to show she was his.
"You can be my little princess whenever you want," Nash answered in a low voice. "You are already mine."
Jaz made a soft, happy sound. She lifted her head just enough to look at him, her golden eyes still looking a little glassy. She started giving him small kisses between every word she said.
"You are... smack... so strong... smack... and so warm... smack... and you make me feel safe..."
She kissed the corner of his mouth, then moved to his jaw.
"If you keep growing like this, Nia is going to look like a baby next to you."
Nash’s fingers dug deeper into her butt, spreading her cheeks a little and making more cum leak out. Jaz let out a short, breathy moan.
"The only big baby I see right now," Nash said, squeezing her harder, "is the one who tried to jump on my cock like a frog earlier."
"Nngh—!"
Jaz laughed, and the sound was low and a bit wrecked. She reached both hands behind her, placed them over his, and pushed his palms deeper into her flesh. She was basically forcing him to knead her more firmly.
"Rooh, come on... you took it just fine, didn’t you? You ass obsessed freak."
She rocked her hips once, so he could feel exactly how wet and used she still was.
"You always end up in my ass when we fuck. Do you like anal that much?"
Nash did not deny it. He kept massaging the thick curves under his hands, his thumbs brushing close to the entrance that was still very sensitive.
"I like exploring the whole package," he answered. "And you came pretty hard from it, didn’t you? Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it."
Jaz grinned against his neck. She looked a little wicked again, even though she was exhausted.
"We’ll see how much you like it..."
She pushed herself up.
Nash followed her, sitting up so their chests stayed pressed together. Jaz sat on his lap face to face, with her knees on either side of his hips. She reached down between them, wrapped her fingers around his cock, getting hard again, and guided the thick head to her anus. The opening was still slick and slightly open from before, she sank down slowly, taking him deep in one long slide until her big butt rested fully against his thighs.
"Aah... Fuck..."
A long, low groan came from her throat as she settled in. Then, her long, powerful legs rose up and locked firmly behind Nash’s neck, crossing her ankles at the back of his head. In response, Nash’s muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist, locking her spine against him so she could not lean away.
And then, Jaz squeezed.
She clenched her anal muscles as hard as she could around his cock, arched her back, and threw her head toward the ceiling of the hangar. She let out a raw, long cry of pure pleasure.
"Fuuuuuuck—!"
Nash groaned under her. The sudden, tight heat made his hips jerk upward. He held her even closer.
"Good... just like it. Squeeze it harder."
Jaz did exactly what he said. She ground down and locked her body around him with everything she had left, completely surrendered and claimed right there in the middle of the not so empty court.
Meanwhile, high up in the dark, Jinzo was hidden against the concrete wall. He was clenching his fist very hard, but inside his pants his cock had gone completely soft again.
As usual, he hadn’t managed to hold back because of his anger and jealousy. He had soaked his clothes in just a few minutes, using that scene of betrayal as fuel. It was truly pathetic.
He stayed planted there in the dark, all sticky and disgusting. He felt like throwing up from how weak he found himself. He was deeply ashamed. He slowly turned around like a thief and slipped out of Hangar 47 through a small hidden door at the back.
He started walking very fast through the dark, cold, dirty streets of the district. He just wanted to run far away from the light.
He walked in silence for several minutes when suddenly his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out angrily, fingers shaking. The screen lit up: it was Saya.
On the other end of the line, comfortably settled in her large luxury hotel room, Saya didn’t give a single fuck about anything. She was lying on the big white sheets, loudly eating chips.
"Finally!" Saya said in a super bored tone while crunching a chip. "I’ve been texting you for hours, Jinzo. Why aren’t you answering?"
Jinzo stopped under a broken streetlamp. His throat was completely dry.
"I was busy!" Jinzo shouted. "I was on a super important thing. I couldn’t look at my phone."
Saya, as a true royal pest, let out a big contemptuous sigh.
"Oh, please! An important mission? Nothing is more important than me in this world. You answer when I text you, that’s it!"
Jinzo started getting angry. He couldn’t take it anymore.
"I don’t have time for your bullshit!" he yelled in the middle of the empty street. "Tell me what you want or I’m hanging up, you crazy bitch!"
Saya let out a small mocking laugh. She took the time to crunch another chip right in front of the mic.
"Go ahead, hang up if you want," Saya said in a teasing voice. "But you’re going to miss something huge, because I have big news. I fucked Nash."
Jinzo froze. His brain completely stopped working. It was totally impossible. Nash was supposed to hate her with all his heart. Why would he ever want to sleep with her? When did that happen?
"What...?" Jinzo stammered. "You’re lying. Nash wouldn’t even want to touch you."
"Think whatever you want," Saya mocked. "But men are pathetic animals who think with their cock. Nash believes he’s in charge, but I got exactly what I wanted."
Those words hit Jinzo hard. He felt a terrible wave of jealousy and shame. But Saya kept talking like it was nothing.
"Anyway, Nash asked me for a little special favor," Saya continued. "And that’s why a resourceful girl like me is calling a nobody like you."
Jinzo swallowed.
"What kind of favor, Saya?"
"Well," Saya said, "he wants me to find a way to become a whore so I can infiltrate the luxury massage parlors way up in the Spires."
So, at that point, Jinzo understood absolutely nothing. He was completely stuck, his head spinning in every direction. He had no idea what was really going on, and he didn’t know at all what Nash’s secret plan was. Why was he interested in those massage parlors? It made no sense.
But Jinzo understood one single thing: this was a whole new plan. And it was exactly the kind of secret information Hector had asked him to find. Finally, he wouldn’t return empty-handed in front of the big boss.
Saya’s voice came back through the phone, curious.
"So... since you’re always hanging around the dirty deals of the Underground, I was wondering... do you have any idea how I could get into those parlors easy? Do you have contacts for that?"
Jinzo was so excited and too happy that he preferred to cut it short so he could run and call the boss. His brain was racing at full speed. This information was like a magic weapon for him. It was the way to become Hector’s favorite.
"Ah, yeah, okay... Thanks for the info, Saya," Jinzo stammered, trembling with joy. "I gotta go, I have... I have something to do! Bye!"
He hung up right in the girl’s face without waiting for her answer.
He stayed alone in the middle of the street, heart beating extremely fast. He was clutching his phone like a treasure, fully determined to call Hector right away to sell him the info and destroy Nash.
In the luxury hotel suite, the moment the line cut, all of Saya’s nonchalance disappeared in an instant. She threw her bag of chips onto the bed and immediately became nervous again, her face turning pale under the makeup. She swallowed hard, feeling her throat tighten, and slowly lifted her eyes toward the person sitting right in front of her.
Victoria was settled on the leather sofa, motionless, her back straight, watching her with ice-cold eyes that seemed to read her soul.
"Was... was that good enough... Ma’am?" Saya asked in a trembling voice, hands all sweaty. "Did I say exactly what you wanted? Did he take the bait?"
Victoria didn’t answer right away, letting a deathly silence hang that made the girl’s nerves jump. She crossed her legs with elegance, maintaining an unbearable psychological pressure.
"That will depend solely on what Nash wants to do with him," she finally said with indifference. "But for this part... yes, your lie went through well. The rat is already running toward his trap."
Then Victoria closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them again, her gaze had become so terrifying, loaded with such pure hatred, that Saya completely shrank down on the bed, terrified.
Victoria pulled a document out of her briefcase and threw it onto the coffee table, right in front of the girl’s wide eyes. She leaned forward, her nails tapping the paper with a dry, regular sound that hammered into Saya’s skull.
"Now that the comedy is over, it’s time to talk about your punishment, you dirty rat," Victoria murmured. "Nash showed you the angel of Blacklist... now you’re going to meet the Devil."