Chapter 425: [R18]The Beast In Mind VS At Home
On the other side of the arena, inside the Colossus locker room, the vibe was just as crazy, but way less friendly. It felt like a bomb was about to go off.
"What kind of shitty game was that?" one of the subs snapped, throwing his towel on the floor. "We’re the fucking champions! How the hell is a bunch of girls kicking our asses?"
"We’re losing to a bunch of pussies, dammit! Does that not bother you guys?" another one chimed in, pacing back and forth. "You want us to look like total clowns tomorrow?"
You could tell the frustration was building up in waves. They didn’t really know who to blame at first, but eventually, they found a sacrificial lamb.
"It’s your fault, man," Hall spat, pointing a finger straight at Cross’s face. "You spent the whole fucking game trying to get with that girl instead of playing the goddamn game."
Cross crossed his arms and looked away, grumbling.
"Yo, just leave me alone."
"No, we’re not leaving you alone," Hall pushed, stepping closer. "You let some little bitch make you lose your head in a match this big. It’s pathetic, bro. All this because you wanted some cunt? Go jerk off if you’re that distracted!"
"I said leave me the fuck alone!" Cross shouted back.
The tension was peaking, and you could practically feel the heat in the room. Everyone was just looking for someone else to scream at so they didn’t feel like the losers.
"That’s enough!" the coach stepped in.
The room went quiet, not because they wanted to, but because the coach looked like he was about to blow a fuse.
"We underestimated them," the coach said, his voice calmer now as he looked at his players. "Not just Blaze. The whole damn team. Hayashi isn’t missing a single shot from behind the three-point arc, and Sato has been systematically dismantling Vex for the entire quarter. This team has a chemistry that we didn’t see coming. There’s nothing more to say, so think, instead of looking for a scapegoat."
He crossed his arms, looking disappointed.
"If we want to win, we can’t just rely on being stars individually. We need to get better as a team, and we need to do it fast."
Kael nodded, but you could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t totally agree.
"You’re right, coach," Kael said. "But saying it’s just a teamwork issue is... well, it’s way too simple. Like, really."
He straightened up, a bitter smirk appearing on his lips.
"If we’re struggling this much, it’s mostly because of that beanpole and his shitty passes."
A few guys in the room chuckled.
"Seriously," Kael continued, "I’ve never seen a point guard play like that. Never in my life. The ball goes one way, and then suddenly it’s on the other side of the court."
"It’s annoying as hell," Hall added.
"Unbearable, man," Cross chimed in, shaking his head.
"The problem is we can’t just play man-to-man defense normally," Kael explained. "We literally have to build our entire game plan around isolating one single guy."
That was the part that really pissed them off. It was a blow to their pride.
"It’s terrible for the ego," Hall admitted, sounding almost disgusted. "I mean, we’re the champs, and we’re forced to make special plans just for one guy."
The silence that followed was bitter. Everyone felt the sting of being overshadowed.
Eventually, the coach turned to Seth, who had been sitting in the corner the whole time, not saying a word.
"What about you? What do you think?"
Seth didn’t answer right away. He let the silence stretch out, making them wait, as if the question wasn’t even worth his time.
"Honestly," he finally said, "I don’t give a fuck."
The room went dead silent.
"You guys spend all your time looking for a group excuse," Seth continued, "when the truth is way simpler." He looked straight at Cross. "You let your dick think for you during an official game. In my register, this should be a death sentence." He turned to Vex. "And you, you thought you could save your energy against a girl who’s smarter than you, and she played you like a rookie. It’s as simple as that," He looked at the rest of the group. "And the rest of you spend more time complaining than actually thinking. You forgot how you’ve become the champions in the first place."
Every word was delivered with such a soft tone. He wasn’t even screaming, he was just stating facts, which made the truth even harder to swallow.
"You’re not bad players," he added, almost as an afterthought. "You’re just mediocre tonight, and you’re looking for someone else to blame for it."
Nobody argued. Nobody even tried.
The coach let out a small sigh. He didn’t love Seth’s attitude, but he didn’t say anything either. Because it was Seth Vane, the best Breakball player of this generation before Nash came along. Whether you liked him or not, his word was law.
The silence lasted for a long time, until Cross finally growled.
"This is all because of that dangerous piece of shit."
Meanwhile, on the opposite locker room’s bathroom, that dangerous piece of shit was doing what he does best: rearranging a girl’s guts.
Chio was completely naked under the shower spray. Her black braid was sticking to her cheek, her small breasts were bouncing with every hit, and her flat stomach was rubbing right against the tiles.
Her long legs were spread wide, too weak and shaky to even close. She was intensely moaning with her mouth pressed against the floor, a constant sound that got cut off every time Nash sat back down into her.
He had one knee on the ground and the other foot planted for leverage, his hands gripping her hips, and he was already buried deep inside her.
The girl’s small, firm ass, the kind you see on someone who runs regularly, was open under his palms, and the flesh was bulging between his fingers. That little pink hole above was contracting all on its own every time his hips slammed home.
His cock was almost entirely out, thick and glistening; the head of it would catch on her swollen edges and then slide back in with an instant, twenty-two centimeters of meat shoved into a pussy that couldn’t possibly hold it all.
Her red lips trailed along the shaft and closed tight behind him. Thick, white cum was already leaking out around his dick, with little streams of it running down her thighs and mixed with the shower water, because he’d already come several times, but he just kept going.
Every time he pulled out, the overflow pushed out, only to be rammed back in on the next stroke. It felt like a hot, tight grip, overflowing with cum but still squeezing him tightly at the bottom. Every time he pulled out, it tugged at the head of his cock. Every time he slammed back in, he hit the cervix, and the heat of the cum he’d already left there stuck to his skin, his balls, and the bottom of his belly.
Schlk, Schlk, Schlk.
"Ah—! Awawa— ah— ah— oh shuuuuiit— aaaa-aaaaa-aaaah—!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Every time he seated himself, it took her breath away. The head of his cock was hitting the very back of her, and her stomach was rubbing against the mixture of cum and water on the tiles.
One of her hands was scratching at the floor, trying to find a grip, while the other just lay there, limp. Nash could feel her muscles contracting up his shaft with every scream, like a ring closing around the head of his dick, refusing to let him go.
Suddenly, he changed the angle. One hand pressed down on her lower back, and the other held a butt cheek open so he could see that pink hole tightening up. The next hit went higher, slamming right into the front wall of her pussy.
"Aaaaaah—!"
Her pussy clamped down so hard that Nash’s jaw tightened. Another jet of fluid shot out around the shaft, mixing with the shower water and splashing his hips. He felt her tighten around him as if she were trying to trap him inside.
He didn’t slow down, there wasn’t any time for that, halftime was almost over. He pulled his cock out and gripped both of her round, pale ass cheeks, bouncing when he let go and opening wide as soon as he pulled. He squeezed, and the flesh bulged between his fingers. The hole contracted.
Below, there was too much fluid for the muscles to hold back. Her lips parted from the inside, and a torrent of thick white cum burst out as soon as the seal broke, the pressure finally releasing and flowing down her thighs, over the curve of her ass, and into the water.
Her entrance stayed open for a second, a pink oval with the walls visible and coated in slime. Nash watched it for a moment, his cock heavy and still pulsing, feeling the sudden cold air against the head of his dick.
"Aah... awawa... holy... oh fack..."
Then, he rammed it back in.
SCHLORP.
"AAAA— NHAA—!"
Twenty-two centimeters, the shock of such a massive, instant penetration against a bottom already full of cum shot through her pelvis, her spine, and all the way to her teeth. He felt the cervix give way a bit, a round, hot stop that swallowed the head of his cock and held it tight. He pulled out -schlk- a white string of slime following him, and then he slammed back in.
SCHLCK.
"Ah— ah— awawa— oh— ohhh—!"
Out-In-Out...
SCHLORP-SCHLCK-SCHLORP
It wasn’t even a rhythm anymore, it was a frequency. He was moving so fast that her ass hadn’t even finished bouncing before he was back inside. Every hit sent a wave through her flesh, her cheeks oscillating against each other.
Water splashed everywhere, and the cum already inside began to foam at the edges, white, airy, and sticking to his shaft, her lips, and the inside of her thighs. Nash felt the foam sticking to his balls with every thrust, and the heat rising in his gut faster than he wanted it to.
SCHLK-SCHLK-SCHLK-SCHLK
"Na— a— a— a— ash— ah—!"
Her arms gave out. Her face was pressed against the tiles, dripping with white slime. Only her hips stayed high, held up by his hands, her back arched and her feet pushing her ass into the air, toes curled on the wet floor.
Her braid was sticking to her mouth. Her eyes were glazed over, half-rolled back. Her mouth was open in a limp smile, tongue hanging out, a string of drool connecting to the tile. Nash came right then, buried deep. The load started at the bottom of his belly and shot out of him in a hot, continuous stream, he felt it pulsing through his cock in heavy waves, each one more powerful than the last, pushing against the cervix before flowing back around it.
She felt it as a pressure, then a heat starting from the bottom, moving through her pelvis and down into her thighs. The fatigue of the second quarter finally loosened up. She didn’t know why, she barely even payed attention to it.
"AAAAAAWAWA— NHAA... OH... OH FACK NNNNH..."
He didn’t give her a second to realize what happened.
He flipped her over, knees pulled up to her chest, and took her in a folded missionary position, standing between her legs, burying himself all the way to the hilt.
The angle was even more brutal. The head of his cock was hitting her straight on, and Nash could feel the bottom clearly, a hot wall that bounced every hit back into his own stomach.
Between them, she could see the cock disappearing, her flat belly bouncing, and the overflow of white cum being squeezed out around the base. He found the rhythm immediately.
Schlk-Schlk-Schlk
Her breasts were moving freely, her braid was slapping against the tiles. She was still coming, a hot jet spraying onto his abs, and the contraction squeezed his cock so hard that he came again in the middle of the movement, then another load, heavy and packed, with nowhere to go.
He groaned against her ear, their hips glued together, just trying to empty whatever he had left.
"Mmh— ah— nnh— awa— oh— oh— aaa— huh— ah—!"
He lifted her up before the sound even finished. Her back was against the tiles, feet dangling in the air. She clung to his neck, a mixture of cum and water dripping over her shoulders, and gravity sat her right on top of him.
The weight of her body sank her in all the way to the base, deeper than it ever was on the tiles. He fucked her standing up, hips rising, her wet ass slapping against his pelvis, the previous loads sliding down her thighs and returning to his cock with every stroke.
"Ah—! Ah—! Nha—! Ah— ah—!"
Her mouth was open against his. He came again against the wall, a flow he felt leave him too quickly, and she felt it deeply inside. The heat doubled.
Just when she seemed to be drowning a second ago, her legs found a strength they weren’t supposed to have anymore and she pushed.
He let himself sit back on the floor, and she climbed on top of him, facing him, knees on either side. One hand grabbed his glistening cock, rubbed it against her slit, and then she impaled herself in one go.
The seat squeezed the head of his dick with a burning ring. She started riding him on her own, her fatigue having completely disappeared, her walls squeezing him.
Her ass was slapping his thighs, her breasts bouncing and rubbing his chest, her braid in his mouth. Every drop seated him at the bottom, every lift drained him.
Schlk— "mmh... more..." schlk— "Nash... ah— inside..." schlk— "I want... mmh... all... ah..."
He let her go for a good thirty seconds, hands on her hips, just taking the hits and bounces of her breasts and belly, then he slammed upward from below, and she came all over him, screaming, her nails digging into his shoulders.
The contraction made him come with her, a flow that she milked by rolling her hips, not even understanding why she could still move. He could still feel faint pulsations coming out of him while she kept going.
Now it was almost sure they she had recovered enough, just in time for the end of halftime. But problem, like every girl getting her energy replenished, she didn’t want to stop.
She was still rolling, giving small pelvic thrusts, ready to start over. Nash held her firmly, one hand was on her belly, where it was hot and a bit tight, the other tucking her braid behind her ear.
His cock was still throbbing inside her, very sensitive, trapped in a pussy that refused to let him go.
"Chio. Look at me."
Her eyes were wild, her mouth open, her breath still moaning. She squeezed greedily around him, rolling, and every movement sent a shiver down his spine.
"I know you want to keep going, me too, but if we keep this up, we’re gonna miss the match. We gotta get out of here."
"Nn... ah... no... just a little more... please... I can... ah... I can still..."
She licked his cheek, his chin, then his mouth, the kiss turning into another tongues play immediately. She rolled her hips on him while she kissed him, the sperm continuing to ooze a white foam where their pelvises rubbed together.
Nash could taste her mouth and, underneath, feel the slow grind massaging the head of his cock against the bottom.
All things considered, how annoying it was to do that during halftime. He could never get his full and he had to stay focus to deliver right after.
He gripped her ass, squeezed it, and moved her on him, while a finger slipped into the tight hole of her anus, and that contraction squeezed his dick even tighter at the same time.
She moaned into his mouth and bounced a little more.
But he really needed to stop. He slowly pulled away from the kiss, Chio sucking his tongue one last time before letting go.
"After the match, we’re getting back to this. As much as you want. Now, get up, score some points, and show me how special you are."
She gave one last roll, a wet grind, a moan against his mouth. He let her finish that movement, kissed the corner of her lips, and only then did he pull out slowly.
The exit gave him one last shiver, the head catching the edge, and then the shower air hit his glistening cock.
Her pussy stayed open for a second, then a thick stream of cum poured out, spreading over her thigh and painting the tiles.
She reached out, her fingers grabbing his cock and she gave him a few strokes, looking him in the eye, her mouth open, breathing on his face, so he licked her lips like he was applying lipstick, while his finger continued to swirl in her ass.
Time was running, but both took an eternity to finally get out, fighting for every second of contact.