Chapter 163: Heat, Hope, and the King of the Court

The final whistle blew in the arena, then the scoreboard displayed unforgiving numbers: Blacklist 146 – Baby Boom 104.For a split second, the arena held its breath. Then, the explosion rumbled.

Blacklist fans lost their minds. Thousands of feet stomped the metal stands in perfect rhythm, the entire building shaking like it might come down.

Grown men screamed until their voices cracked, women jumped so hard their tits bounced free from low-cut tops, phones flashing everywhere like a lightning storm.

"BLACKLIST! BLACKLIST! BLACKLIST!" rolled in one endless wave.

Baby-Boom’s side went dead silent.

You could hear some tears hitting the concrete, people staring at the scoreboard like it had personally betrayed them.

A group of hardcore supporters just stood frozen, mouths open, hands still raised from the last chant that never came.

Razz’s voice cracked over the speakers, half-laughing.

"Folks... I—I don’t even know where to start. 146–104. Blacklist just put on a clinic. A straight-up masterclass. But Baby-Boom? They never quit. They smiled through the whole damn thing. We have to respect that."

Vex just exhaled into the mic.

"Don’t forget the star of the show, Nash Blaze! MVP of the night, MVP of the season, MVP of the whole damn Underground. This guy, ladies and gentlemen. Take a bow."

On the court, two completely opposite worlds existed at the exact same second.

Nash stood alone under the spotlight, breathing deep but grinning wide.

Sweat poured down his chest, jersey clinging to every muscle.

The system sent several messages in his head, it was finally time to see the results of his hardwork.

QUEST 1: "Alpha Presence — Satisfy All Five" → SUCCESS

All targeted girls (Aiko, Rei, Miko, Hina, Kai + Alicia, Nia, Jaz) reached high satisfaction.

Quest REWARD: "Alpha Male"

All females within 30 meters feel instinctive pull toward your voice and presence.

Emotional barriers lowered.

Satisfaction gains +50% faster.

Direct orders carry 40% higher obedience chance.

New Title: "King of the Court" – girls are more likely to reveal their deepest current desire.

Special Bonuses Unlocked

Jaz → Permanent +15% Lust when near Nash

Nia → Permanent +15% Trust when near Nash

Alicia → Permanent +15% Affection when near Nash. +10% Trust and +5% Lust when Nash praises her

Rei → Hidden Trigger Revealed: "Broken Pride" – when Nash hits the positive triggers, gain bonus +8% Trust and +8% Affection

Aiko → "Rival’s Bond" – permanent passive: whenever Nash challenges her pride or outperforms her in anything, she gains +12% Affection and +8% Trust

Special Hint(Aiko): Aiko is now flagged by the system with a unique path. Her bond potential is extremely high.

Hina → "Devotion" – words and touches now give her +5% Affection and +20% Lust

Miko → "Obsession" – +12% Lust when involved in any activity with Nash

Kai → "Switch" – any time Nash reacts positively to her bold or playful behavior, she instantly gains +10% Affection and +12% Lust

Quest Failed: Game Breaker

Jaz outscored Nash.

Penalty: Jaz now holds temporary "Top Scorer" title over Nash.

Hidden effect: Jaz’s Affection will drop -10% every day if Nash doesn’t publicly acknowledge her as the better player until the next performance.

- Choice Pending

One girl from the Alpha list may be selected for a rare quest.

Possible Paths:

Jaz Path / Nia Path / Alicia Path / Rei Path / Aiko Path / Miko Path / Hina Path / Kai Path / Victoria Path / Dahlia Path

Nash exhaled slowly, the Alpha Crown settling over him like warm iron.

The penalty for the game breaker quest wasn’t that bad, and seeing the rewards for the alpha male quest, maybe it was worth it.

But it still raged inside him, he was so close to succeeding both.

Blacklist girls swarmed him like hungry wolves, jumping on him all at once.

Jaz got him first. She was drenched, jersey glued to her skin, sweat pouring off her like she’d just stepped out of a shower.

She scooped Nash clean off the ground, arms locking around his waist, lifting him high with zero effort.

Her heavy tits pressed hard against his chest, rising and falling fast with her excited breaths.

She spun him once, laughing deep and proud, voice rough from screaming all game.

"We did it! We fucking did it," she shouted, voice rough and happy, knowing she held the top spot.

It was the first time she played that way, and it had been a formidable success.

She wanted that soft word from him bad, her eyes sparkling as she held him up.

Alicia crashed in next like a storm, wrapping her arms tightly around Nash and Jaz from the side, pressing her whole body hard against Nash’s front.

Her tits bounced and squished soft against his chest, and he could feel her nipples hard and poking through her soaked jersey, rubbing slowly with every excited move.

She kissed his cheek loud and wet, lips lingering too long, tongue flicking out quick for a taste of his sweat as she ground her hips forward once, her crotch pressing through her shorts against his thigh.

"We fucking owned them, baby!" she yelled, thighs clenching around his leg like she wanted to ride him right there.

Nia slinked in from behind smooth and smug, wiping her sweaty body on him sensually, arms snaking around his waist as she pressed her full tits flat against his back, nipples dragging slow circles through the thin jerseys.

Her hips rolled forward as she ground her cunt against his lower back.

"I’ve been a good girl. Locker room, now," she whispered, lips brushing his ear.

Nash could be drowning here, their tits pressing soft and hard, nipples dragging, cunts grinding wet heat through thin fabric, hands grabbing boldly like they couldn’t wait.

The crowd cheered thinking it was just celebration, but up close it was the preparation of a feast, and he was the prized meat.

He laughed low, hands grabbing asses subtly to steady them.

"Easy, girls, save it for the locker room. Cameras everywhere. You’ll get it all soon, promise."

They groaned playful but pulled back a bit, eyes hungry, determined to not let him alone a single second.

Hell, he would be lucky if they wouldn’t jump on him right at the entrance of their locker room.

Drex, the guys, and even the water boys on the bench watched the whole thing in silence.

Nash walked past, Jaz still half-carrying him, Alicia kissing his neck, Nia’s hand low on his back, the three of them laughing like they’d already started the real party.

Every male eye followed.

No words needed, jealousy was a universal language.

Drex’s jaw clenched, fists tight on his knees.

One of the NPCs swallowed, eyes wide, shifting in his seat like his shorts got too tight.

Another match, another bench. It could be like that till the end.

Another looked away fast, cheeks burning.

Jinzo stared the hardest, eyes locked on Jaz’s arms wrapped around Nash, her big tits pressed against him, sweat still dripping off her skin like she was giving him a bath.

Why couldn’t Baby-Boom win? He would have given his life to see Nash getting his ass blow off in front of everyone.

He stood up slowly, and walked straight toward the tunnel.

"Fuck this," he muttered, voice rough and bitter.

The rest of the guys exchanged one last look, no one said a word, then followed him out.

The court belonged to Nash and his girls now.

On the opposite, the Baby-Boom bench was dead quiet.

The subs sat frozen, some crying already, others just staring at the scoreboard like the worse humiliation.

Then, a shadow moved.

Monique rose from her seat like a queen leaving a throne she never liked anyway.

The gold fan closed with a single sharp crack that made the nearest sub flinch.

The two staff members at her sides activated again, one spraying perfume in a wide arc so the sweet cloud followed her like a royal train, the other waving a second fan to keep the air moving around her face.

She walked the sideline without hurry, never hurried, never looking at the crying subs or the stunned crowd.

She stopped right beside Rei, close enough that the perfume drowned the sweat stink, but didn’t turn her head.

Fan lifted to cover her red lips.

"I’m leaving the locker room to your care, mes chéries," she said, eyes fixed straight ahead on the tunnel.

"No need for a scolding... if you do exactly what you already know you must."

Clear as crystal.

Her heels clicked once, twice, and she was gone.

The five Baby-Boom girls stood rooted.

Rei’s shoulders dropped, but her eyes lifted, fixed on Nash across the court, still buried under his laughing, touching, celebrating girls.

She swallowed hard, everything would be settled in the next minute, depending on how he would react.

Across the court, Victoria watched Monique disappear into the tunnel.

Arms crossed, the smallest, satisfied smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

She could’ve shouted something back, the bad blood between them begged for it, but she stayed silent.

Some secrets were heavier than comebacks.

Dahlia stepped up beside her.

"You were right about him from day one," she admitted.

"He has turned them into a real team".

Victoria’s lips curved, the smirk of a woman who’d just watched her gamble pay off in blood and sweat.

She finally turned her head, ice-blue eyes locking on Dahlia.

"Told you," she said. "Never put my decisions in questions. There’s a reason I gave him the keys for everything."

Dahlia’s fingers tightened on her notebook, a small, smile breaking through her usual calm.

"If he can do that in one game... imagine what he’ll do with a full season. He might be the key, Coach. For your goal."

Victoria didn’t answer anything for seconds.

Then she reached out, brushing an escaped strand of hair from Dahlia’s cheek with gloved fingers, black leather, cool against warm skin.

"Exactly why we keep him closer than close," she murmured. "His satisfaction is priority one now. You understand me?"

Dahlia’s breath caught, but she didn’t pull away.

"Yes, ma’am."

Victoria’s gloved thumb lingered a second longer on Dahlia’s jaw.

"If he wants your eyes, you watch. If he wants your body, you give it to him. If he says bark, you bark pretty. Are we clear?"

Dahlia bowed her head at once.

"It’s my duty, I won’t fail you," she answered.

Victoria’s smirk widened.

"Good girl."

Dahlia’s voice dropped even softer, almost teasing.

"You seem... more eager tonight. Ever since Madame Monique showed up."

Victoria let her hand fall, coat shifting as she turned toward the tunnel.

"Monique just walked out empty-handed, and she’ll remember that this match will be flagged as an humiliation. I am the one who gave her her first humiliation, and that’s bigger than any win I had till now. I could’ve rubbed it in her face, but..."

A low, pleased laugh.

"I’m not winning battles just to lose the war. The best laugh will be when I’ll bury her for good."

Dahlia fell in step beside her, heels clicking softer against Victoria’s sharper ones.

"One more thing," she added over her shoulder. "No staff meeting tonight. Let Nash enjoy his prize. All of it."

Dahlia bowed again, deeper this time.

"Understood."