Chapter 272: One Lucky Bastard
The office had been freezing, but the conversation left Nash’s ears full of silence.
He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets as he stepped out of Hangar 47, leaving the metallic groans of the lower sectors behind. His head felt weirdly clear, probably because of that new [Sovereign’s Ledger] passive sitting heavy in his mind.
Money wasn’t a problem anymore. Not even close. Between the huge contract he’d just signed and Blacklist’s insane winning streak bonuses, his account balance had skyrocketed past anything he’d ever dreamed of. 5,640,000 credits. Just like that. He was rich now, properly rich, and it was time to make moves.
Down in the garage, he ignored his usual beat-up rental Sedan and grabbed the sleek black company car Victoria had okayed for him. But he didn’t head for the fancy Spires district. Nah. He drove straight into the Underground, weaving through the mid-tier blocks until he hit the less-grim apartment complex where Lina and Sarra were staying.
The car hadn’t even fully stopped when Nash shot off a quick "I’m outside" text. He barely got his thumb off the screen before the building’s security doors flew open.
Two familiar figures came sprinting out, practically glowing in the dim underground light. They hadn’t seen him in days, and the excitement rolling off them was contagious.
"Nash!" Lina squealed, launching herself at him without hesitation. She jumped, legs wrapping around his waist in a straddle as he caught her effortlessly, hands supporting her thighs.
Her long pink twin-tails swung wildly as she buried her face in his neck, laughing loudly before pulling back to smash her mouth against his in a messy, hungry kiss,lips sliding, tongue rolling playfully against his own.
She tilted her head side to side, deepening it, her tongue flicking and dancing with his in that way she knew drove him wild. The wet smack of their mouths was stupid loud on the empty street, but she didn’t care, just moaned right into him and clung tighter.
"God, I missed you, you big jerk," Lina panted, her tongue grazing his lip as she finally broke the kiss, still clinging to his chest like a spoiled koala. "You smell like a rich bastard. Where have you been hiding?"
Right beside them, Sarra fidgeted, twisting the hem of her shirt between nervous fingers. She’d actually ditched her usual baggy hoodie today, a miracle, and wow, that sweater was... tight. Like, distractingly tight. Putting her killer breasts on absolute display, creating a deeply erotic silhouette that jiggled with every breath she took.
Nash grinned, sliding Lina down to her feet with a casual, friendly push, though his hand gave her plump ass a heavy, possessive squeeze right through her micro-skirt. He turned straight to Sarra, leaning down to meet her wide eyes.
"Hey, Softie," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, focused bedroom register.
Sarra let out a soft squeak. She didn’t hesitate, reaching up to grip his shoulders as she pulled his mouth down to hers.
Their kiss started gentle, lips brushing, then pressing firmer. Sarra’s shyness melted quickly; she grew bolder, her tongue slipping out to meet his, exploring with increasing passion. Her hands cupped his face as the kiss turned deeper, more insistent, matching Lina’s earlier fervor in its own quiet intensity, her lips parting instantly to suck on his tongue as her massive chest crushed heavily against his front. She melted completely against his frame, her knees shaking behind her tight jeans.
"I missed you so much, Nash..." Sarra whispered, her voice trembling with that sweet, submissive shyness as they finally broke apart. Her fingers remained tangled in his sleeve. "You... you look so big and important today. Look at this car!"
Lina stepped up, her eyes wide as she kicked the tire of the executive sedan, her hand boldly sliding down to pat Nash’s crotch right there in the open lane.
"Yeah, what is this beast? Did you rob a surface baron, or are the sponsors finally buying you toys?"
"Just a company ride for now," Nash smiled, his hand sliding along the small of Lina’s back while keeping Sarra anchored to his left flank. "But we’re not staying here. Grab your stuff. I want to do some proper shopping, and I want my girls looking like superstars."
Sarra’s eyes lit up, a soft blush returning to her fair skin.
"Shopping? Oh... Nash, actually... I made some progress too. Since you liked my pastries so much the last time, I practiced all week to make them better. I wanted to invite you upstairs to come have lunch... I cooked everything you like."
Nash looked at her sweet, hopeful face, then glanced up at the plain apartment building. A genuine smile touched his lips.
"Yeah? Alright. We’ll do that instead of the high-end restaurant I was thinking about."
Lina let out a loud, playful pout, her shoulder bumping against his chest.
"Wait, really? You’re turning down a rich Spires restaurant for Softie’s baking? I wanted to see the fancy menus!"
Nash leaned down, giving Lina a quick, suggestive wink that made her ears turn bright pink.
"The restaurants will always be there, Lina. We can go tomorrow, or the day after. But I will always prefer a private spot where I can enjoy both of my girls without any corporate bobs leaning over our table."
Both girls completely blushed, their bodies shifting uncomfortably as the sexual tension hit the air.
"Well... if that’s the plan," Lina purred, her perverted smile returning as she grabbed his wrist. "Come upstairs right now. There’s no shame at all. We can do whatever we need to do to you all day long."
Nash chuckled, tapping her nose with a playful finger.
"That’s a plan for later tonight, chaos gremlin. For now, we still have a journey to make. Trust me on this one."
The car rumbled toward the Spires district’s transition tunnels, and the girls couldn’t help but plaster themselves against the windows.
One second they were surrounded by the grimy, claustrophobic slums, and the next, bam. The Spires hit them like a punch to the gut.
Towering skyscrapers stabbed into the fake sky, dripping light like some kind of neon rain. The streets? Spotless. And the greenery? Looked like someone had Photoshopped it in.
Lina’s mouth actually dropped open.
"Holy shit..." Her voice came out weirdly quiet, like someone had flipped her ’off’ switch. A sleek luxury shuttle slid past, and her eyes tracked it like a cat watching a laser pointer. "Nash," she managed, "what the hell are we even shopping for here? They sell, like, regular groceries in a place like this?"
Nash just shrugged, steering them into the underground parking of some massive, fancy-ass mall.
"Not groceries," he said, like it was no big deal. "Just grabbing a few things."
Turns out, Nash’s idea of ’a few things’ was basically financial murder. He walked them straight into the priciest boutique in the whole plaza, didn’t even glance at the price tags. Just started pulling designer dresses off the racks, silk blouses that probably cost more than their rent, skirts tailored so sharp they could cut glass.
And the creepy part? He nailed their styles perfectly. Lina got the short-skirt, bad-girl idol look, while Sarra’s curvy frame got stuff that hugged her thick thighs like it was made for her.
Yeah. Just a few things. Sure.
Nash didn’t ignore himself either. He picked out a high-end, premium athletic line, a sleek, dark racing-style jacket and custom sports trousers that highlighted his massive, athletic proportions perfectly. He went into the fitting room and changed into it immediately.
When he stepped out, Lina and Sarra practically drooled. The sleek, technical gear made him look incredibly sharp, dangerous, and completely cool, like a high-stakes surface racer who owned the entire district.
"Oh my god," Lina whispered, her fingers twitching as she stared at his chest. "You look... so hot it’s actually illegal."
An elegant, high-class sales woman in a flawless uniform walked over, holding a beautiful set of gold and diamond-encrusted accessories Nash had picked out for them. She looked at the two girls, then looked at Nash, a polite but slightly confused smile on her face.
"This is an absolutely beautiful selection, sir," the staff member said softly. "It will be a wonderful choice for your girlfriend... though, forgive me, I’m not entirely sure which of these lovely ladies is the fortunate one?"
Like a perfect offering for Nash. He let out a smirk, his arm sliding around both of their waists to pull them firmly against his sides.
"They both are. They’re both my girls."
The sales woman blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly at his blunt, absolute confidence.
"Oh... I see."
"Actually, they’re a hell of a lot more than just girlfriends," Nash added, his deep voice carrying a warmth that made Sarra’s heart completely thump against her ribs, while Lina’s twin-tails practically bounced with excitement. "But we’re taking our time to get to the final milestone. Just wrap everything up."
The two girls completely melted on the spot, their brains short-circuiting under the absolute weight of his public declaration. The sales woman stared at Nash for a moment, her professional mask slipping.
"Wait... are you... Nash Blaze? The playmaker from the Breakball streams? I knew you looked familiar! Everyone here has been talking about your match against the Raptors."
She looked at Lina and Sarra, her tone turning genuinely impressed.
"You girls are incredibly lucky. It’s very common for wealthy, influential men to have a private circle down here, but he looks much more sharp, fit, and genuinely interesting than any administrator I’ve ever served. Congratulations on finding the ideal man."
Like, thank you for the assist, formidable lady.
Lina and Sarra were already too overwhelmed, completely unable to reason normally as they tried to pick out shoes. Nash just smiled, handing over his token to clear the ledger. He bought them custom diamond necklaces, heavy solid-gold bracelets, and premium luxury bags, the total clearing past 80,000C in a single chime without him even blinking. They didn’t understand the corporate sponsor system; they just knew their man had become an absolute god of wealth, and he was showering them in it.
"Next stop," Nash said, leading them out of the mall toward the central vehicle pavilion of the Spires. "Time to get my own monster."
The vehicle salon was a colossal palace of polished marble and chrome, filled with high-performance sports machines imported straight from the surface. The moment Nash walked in with his two stunning, luxury-dressed girls clinging to his arms, the entire floor went quiet. The rich buyers and managers recognized him instantly. The murmurs were immediate: "That’s the guy from Blacklist... he completely executed Kruger’s frontline last game."
The salon directors abandoned their VIP clients, rushing over to Nash with eager, respectful bows. Nash discussed options briefly with the dealer, power, handling, customization for underground runs. He settled on a beast of a machine: a high-performance Porsche sports model, finished in an aggressive, deep metallic black that looked like liquid shadow.
The transaction was lightning fast. Nash slid his priority token, clearing a massive chunk of his credits cash on the spot. Seeing him handle the paperwork and receive the registration files in less than ten minutes without an ounce of hesitation left Lina and Sarra completely intimidated and awed by his power. When the keys were finally pressed into Nash’s large hand, a genuine, heavy surge of raw joy filled his chest.
It was his own monster. A world-class performance machine that belonged completely to him.
"Throw your shopping bags in the back," Nash grinned, his eyes flashing. "Let’s see what the suspension can do."
The test drive was pure exhilaration.
Nash was like a kid with a new toy, testing every single option, pushing the sports mode, and taking the corners with an aggressive, speed that made the tires grip the asphalt perfectly.
It was absolute bliss inside the cabin. Lina was shouting with everytime he accelerated, her legs thrown over the console, her hands constantly wandering over his neck, while Sarra was laughing happily in the passenger seat, her body bouncing diabolically with the car’s movements.
They drove for hours, through the beautiful, glowing twilight of the Spires, the mechanical roar of the Porsche the only sound in the elite district.
By the time the artificial twilight of the Underground settled over the vault, Nash guided the dark Porsche back down into their mid-tier block, parking the rumbling vehicle right in front of their apartment building.
The engine idled with a deep, purring growl.
Lina leaned back against the leather, her twin-tails messy, her eyes heavily fixed on his face.
"God, Nash... you handle everything so well. It feels like we’re living in a dream. We’re more than just regular girlfriends now, aren’t we?"
Nash killed the ignition, the sudden silence inside the cabin turning incredibly intimate. He turned around in his seat, looking at both of them.
"I’m going to take care of you," Nash said. "I’m already working on a private villa for you in the Spires. It’s going to take a lot of work and a ton of credits, so we need to be a little patient. But it’s happening."
The two girls became completely silent, staring at him with incredulous, emotional eyes.
"Nash..." Sarra murmured, her fingers trembling against her lap. "A villa? Why... why are you going this far for us? We... We know each other, but... You’re doing so much... We don’t even know why you invest so much of your life into us."
"Because you were there when I had nothing," Nash said directly, his eyes locking into theirs. "And honestly, it doesn’t even matter if you were there then or not. I care about you now. You’re my girls, and I refuse to live in luxury while leaving my women in anything less than that. I take my full responsibilities. You’re staying with me, and we’re building an empire."
Lina let out a soft, choked laugh, trying to mask her deep emotion with her usual bratty wit.
"Wow... that is a very clever, high-class way of telling us Monsieur has an absolute harem."
Nash smiled, reaching out to give her nose a gentle, affectionate poke.
"I am a disgusting man, Lina. You know that. But I’m a disgusting man who handles his ledger."
He turned his gaze fully back to Sarra, his eyes softening.
"And speaking of the ledger... I’ve been thinking about a project for you, Sarra. You have an incredible talent for baking, and you’re the hardest worker I know. What do you think about opening your own premium bakery or café right here in the mid-tier block?"
Sarra froze completely, her big round glasses widening as her breath left her body.
"I’ll finance the entire layout," Nash explained calmly, projecting his thoughts into the future. "You run the kitchen exactly the way you want, express your talent, and we can even hire two or three runts from the block to give them a decent, honest job. There are so many small, real things I want to build down here in the dirt rather than focusing entirely on the surface..."
"Nash..." Lina whispered softly, her hand lightly poking his shoulder.
Nash turned his head toward her. Lina didn’t say a word; she just silently pointed her finger toward the passenger seat. Nash looked over, his expression softening completely.
Sarra was sitting perfectly still, her face entirely flushed, her lips trembling violently as she tried to swallow back her tears. Hearing him talk about her passion, realizing that amidst his multi-million credit contracts, his arena battles, and his wars he didn’t talk about, he had kept her tiny, quiet dream alive in his heart, completely shattered her. It wasn’t a heroic speech, it was just the raw, honest proof that he knew her completely.
"Nash..." she choked out, a heavy sob escaping her throat as she leaned across the space, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. She broke down completely, weeping with pure, unadulterated happiness into his shoulder. Her massive I-cup breasts crushed heavily against his chest as her kissing fetish took over completely, her lips covering his face and neck with desperate, wet, and passionate kisses.
"Thank you... thank you so much... I love you... I’ll do anything for you, I promise..."
Nash held her plush, shaking frame tight, his hand stroking her hair before looking at Lina.
"And since Sarra’s going to be running the kitchen, we can also work on what you want, Lina. Or you can help her manage the business."
Lina let out a loud, scoffing laugh, her perverted eyes flashing with a wild, intense heat as she unbuckled her seatbelt with a fluid grace.
"Me? Work in a bakery? Please, Nash, you’ve got to be kidding. I’m not good enough for that," Lina laughed, her voice shaking with an intense emotional buildup.
She stood up inside the open cabin space, her hands immediately moving to the bottom hem of her tight top.
"I’m a pure bitch from the streets, remember? I don’t have a sophisticated hobby like Sarra. I don’t want to manage a ledger. I have an entirely different project in mind for myself."
Without a single drop of hesitation, Lina pulled her top completely over her head, throwing it into the floorboard. She shook her long pink twin-tails, her proud, perky medium breasts instantly releasing into the open air of the Porsche with a heavy, delicious elasticity.
They bounced beautifully under the interior light, her prominent beauty mark over the right breast perfectly visible against her flushing skin.
Sarra caught the signal instantly. Her own face burning with a raw, sharing lust, she opened the passenger door and slid out. Lina did the same, both girls moving like a flash around the front of the black Porsche.
They opened the driver’s side door, their hands reaching in to firmly pull Nash out of his seat and guide him straight toward the entrance of their dark apartment building.
They didn’t even wait to reach the bedroom. Inside the quiet hallway, Sarra clung tightly to Nash’s left arm, her big eyes shy but completely burning with an ardent, submissive hunger as her massive tits flattened against his suit. Lina took his right arm, her fingers digging in it as she aggressively pressed his large hand straight down against her warm womb and her crotch right through her micro-skirt, her body exhaling an absolute, suffocating heat.
"This is the only thing I want from you, Nash," Lina whispered filthily, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she looked up into his eyes. "What we both want... the only thing we’re begging for... is to carry your children. Come upstairs and ruin us right now."
