Chapter 360: Perfect Finish
The living room door burst open.
Nash walked in first, still covered in dust and dried blood on his knuckles, followed by Rei, Aiko, and Saya, all three in a similar state—exhausted, tense, but visibly unharmed.
The silence that greeted their entrance lasted exactly half a second.
Then everything exploded.
"THEY’RE HERE!" Hina screamed, leaping off the couch with such force that she nearly flipped the coffee table.
The rest of the room followed in total chaos. Kai jumped to her feet, Miko dropped her tablet onto the cushions without a second thought, and the subs all rushed toward the door at once like a single organism.
Nash didn’t even have time to take another step before he was swarmed.
Hina reached him first. She threw herself against him. Her huge breasts smashed into his chest with a soft, warm impact, the full roundness of each one deforming under the pressure of her own body. Her arms wrapped around his neck with enough force to make him take half a step back.
"YOU DID IT!" she yelled, right into his ear. "WE SAW EVERYTHING, WE HEARD EVERYTHING, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! ALL HAIL YOU!!!"
Before he could even answer, Kai came running and jumped. Her legs wrapped around his torso, her toned thighs locking tightly on either side of him. Her flat, warm, firm stomach pressed directly against Nash’s face. He felt the heat of her skin, the light scent of sweat and perfume, the movement of her abs against his mouth and nose.
Zayela threw herself into the pile next. The extra weight tipped Nash backward. He stumbled, nearly fell completely, and suddenly found himself in the middle of an ocean of female bodies.
Breasts pressed against his chest, his back, his arms. Warm thighs around his hips. Stomachs and hips rubbing against him in a joyful, sticky chaos. The subs had all thrown themselves on him at once. Hands everywhere, laughter, screams.
The heat of their bodies wrapped around him from every side—soft, heavy, scented, almost suffocating. Every movement made a breast slide against his arm, a thigh against his side, a stomach against his back. Maybe he’d wait a little before taking a shower. Maybe he should just... relax for two minutes in this chaos of flesh and heat.
He stayed upright as best he could, in the middle of this ocean of girls, breathing hard, his entire body surrounded, touched, pressed from every direction.
Victoria, meanwhile, stayed back for a moment, a few steps away from the chaos. Her arms were crossed tightly against herself—not out of coldness, but as if she was holding herself back, as if she was afraid that moving forward too quickly would make her lose the fragile control she had only just regained.
The girls parted slightly on their own, as if they instinctively felt they needed to let the queen through. The ocean of bodies thinned just enough to open a path.
Victoria took the few steps that still separated her from him.
She didn’t say anything right away.
She simply looked at him for a long time, her eyes tracing his face, his injured hands, the dust still clinging to his clothes—every detail, every tangible proof that he had really come back, whole, alive, holding in his hands the very thing she had believed, for years, she would never actually get.
"Do you realize what you just did," she finally said, her voice low, almost trembling. "Not just tonight. What this represents."
"I think so, yeah," Nash said softly.
"No." She shook her head, one hand rising to brush his cheek, as if to make sure he was real. "I spent my whole life telling myself this day would never come. That I would keep fighting, again and again, and that the best I could hope for was to stay standing. Not to win. Just... hold on."
Her voice broke slightly on the last word.
"And then you show up," she continued, "and you literally hand me their death like it’s nothing. Like it was just a slightly complicated evening."
"It wasn’t nothing, but... I’ve gotten you used to worse, haven’t I?" Nash said.
"I know," she murmured. "I know. That’s not what I—" She stopped, closing her eyes for a moment, catching her breath. "Thank you. That’s all. Just... thank you."
She finally stepped forward and hugged him.
The embrace was almost surprising, even for Nash. Victoria, usually so controlled, so measured, pressed herself against him with sudden, almost desperate force, her entire body against his, her forehead buried in his chest. For a fraction of a second, he froze, caught off guard by the intensity of the gesture.
Then he recovered.
He wrapped his arms around her with deliberate gentleness, holding her firmly but carefully, one hand in the middle of her back, the other sliding slowly up the back of her neck. He let her cling to him in silence, allowing the moment to stretch without trying to rush it.
Around them, the girls watched in silence, the chaos from a moment earlier suddenly turning respectful.
It was in that relative quiet—the first since they had walked through the door—that one of the subs, the one with short pinkish-purple hair, slipped discreetly closer to Nash, taking advantage of the calmer moment. She jumped up to grab his shoulders and placed a quick, light kiss on his cheek before pulling back, blushing but clearly proud of herself.
"Nice work, boss," she said, a shy but playful smile on her lips.
Nash turned his head toward her, an amused smile appearing on his face.
"Thanks," he said simply, clearly appreciating the gesture.
"HEY!" Hina protested from the other side, hands on her hips. "I want my victory kiss too! That’s not fair!"
"You already got your thirty-second hug," the pink-haired girl shot back, sticking her tongue out.
"That doesn’t count the same! He’s my Butt-Savior, not yours, Yuna!"
Nash froze for a second.
"Wait. Who’s Yuna?"
A brief silence fell. The girl blinked, clearly thrown by the question.
"Well... me," she said. "I’m Yuna."
"Ah," Nash said, nodding slowly. "Wait... You guys have names now...?"
But before he could get an answer, Dahlia strode forward as soon as the embrace loosened slightly, her laptop already opening in her hands.
"The drive. We need to make copies. Several. Like, immediately."
"Dahlia," Nash said, a tired but amused smile appearing on his face.
"No, seriously," she insisted, already typing on her keyboard with almost comical urgency. "We literally have the weapon that can take down an entire criminal empire in our hands, and you’re planning to do what—keep it in your pocket like a good-luck charm? We need at least five copies, distributed, encrypted, with different passwords for each one, and—"
"Dahlia," Nash repeated. "We literally walked through the door less than a minute ago."
"Exactly!" She held up a USB cable like it was a weapon. "Every second that passes is a second this drive could be lost, stolen, or—"
"She’s not wrong," Aiko said from the couch where she had just collapsed, her legs clearly no longer able to carry her.
"Thank you!" Dahlia pointed a triumphant finger at her.
Nash raised his hands in surrender, pulling the drive from his pocket and holding it out to her.
"Alright, alright. Make your copies. Just be careful not to mix up Ctrl+C and Ctrl+D though."
"It’s fine, between two fucks I’ve got one foot in IT," Dahlia conceded, taking the drive with almost religious care, as if it were a sacred relic rather than a simple electronic case, before heading to the table where her own equipment was already set up. She sat down with fierce concentration, muttering instructions to herself about encryption protocols.
It was at that moment, while the joyful chaos continued to swirl around him, that Nash felt the familiar chime resonate in his mind.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION — MAJOR DOUBLE VALIDATION]
He froze slightly, his gaze drifting into the void for a moment as the interface unfolded in front of his eyes, overlaid on the living room scene.
QUEST: "CROWN OF A LEADER III" — COMPLETED
Conditions met:
Rei’s mission handled without strategic compromise. ✓
Direct threat against Aiko neutralized. ✓
Forced transaction concerning Saya prevented before conclusion. ✓
Complete extraction of all allies with no losses, full material evidence recovered against the Apex network. ✓
Permanent Title Unlocked: "King of Rats" — LEGENDARY
Effect: Nash is now systemically recognized as the undisputed sovereign of the Underground. This title can never be revoked, regardless of future shifts in power.
+50% permanent Charisma toward any Underground population, independent of previous interactions.
Sovereign Aura: Any person originating from the Underground feels an instinctive and immediate loyalty toward Nash upon first meeting, reducing the time needed to establish trust by 60%.
Passive — "Fresh Blood": Every new ally or recruit joining Nash’s faction automatically gains +20% Trust and +15% base Affection, with no introduction effort required.
Underground Political Immunity: No faction from the Underground can officially declare hostility toward Nash without risking a total collapse of popular support.
Financial Reward: +10,000,000 Credits
Material Reward: Access Unlocked — "The Vacant Throne" (strategic property in the central sector, former HQ of a fallen baron, available for claim)
RARE QUEST — "THE SILENT SHADOW" — FULL ARC: CLOSED
Final Assessment: The entire arc concerning Victoria Graves is officially resolved. Ultimate objective achieved: acquisition of the evidence necessary for the structural collapse of Apex Records and Hector Perez.
Evolutive Reward Unlocked: Passive — "Executioner of the Powerful"
+45% efficiency in any confrontation, negotiation, or manipulation involving an Upperworld power figure (politicians, CEOs, corporate aristocrats).
Domino Effect: Every scandal or downfall of a powerful figure linked to Apex automatically generates +5% Public Reputation for both Nash and Victoria, stacking without limit.
Absolute Shield — "Queen of the People" (Evolved): Victoria’s protective passive rises to a higher level — any attempt to damage her reputation now has a 65% chance of backfiring on the instigator, with doubled public sympathy gain.
Permanent Title Unlocked: "The Man Who Made Apex Tremble"
Effect: Passive and lasting recognition across the entire Underground and a growing portion of the Upperworld as the figure who initiated Apex’s downfall. Generates a constant flow of new alliances, opportunities, and informal respect, even from strangers.
Nash stayed frozen, eyes wide, staring at a point only he could see, the joyful chaos of the living room fading into a distant hum around him.
He reread the lines a second time. Then a third, as if to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
King of Rats.
Not just another title. The peak of everything he had built since day one in this Underground that crushed everyone indiscriminately. The highest point a street rat could ever hope to reach. King.
Simple. Clear. Exactly what he had become.
The system had literally recognized what he had always said about himself.
He felt something tighten in his chest, the sudden weight of realizing just how long the road had been, how everything could have collapsed that very night.
I actually did it.
Then his eyes fell on a line he had barely skimmed the first time.
He remained still a moment longer, something slowly clicking into place in his mind—an idea far bigger than what he had originally planned to do with that drive.
A slow smile began to stretch across his face.
"Nash?" Victoria’s voice pulled him abruptly back to the surface. Her head was tilted slightly to the side, one eyebrow raised. "You okay?"
He blinked, fully returning to the present moment, the smile never leaving his face, even widening as he looked at her.
"Yeah," he said, his voice carrying quiet satisfaction. "I’m really, really okay."
She frowned slightly, sensing there was more behind that answer than simple joy from the moment.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing for now," he said, sliding an arm around her waist. "Just... ideas."
Victoria studied him a moment longer, a mix of curiosity and amused apprehension crossing her gaze, before she shook her head slightly, a small laugh escaping her.
"Of course," she said. "We barely get to breathe and you’ve already got your head somewhere else. And somehow, I know it’s going to be another masterpiece. That’s why you’re my man."
Nash smiled at her.
"That’s part of my charm... but this time... you might actually hate my latest madness."
Victoria raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.