Chapter 175: [R18]Front-Row Seat to My Own Funeral

Nash understood the second Jaz stepped forward.The room had gone quiet, no more giggles from Hina, no more taunts from Kai.

Even the muffled shouting outside faded into background noise.

Jaz stood naked in the pink steam, every inch of her 193 cm body on fire.

Was that the first time she was so exposed in front of Nash? He thought so, for he didn’t remember how spectacular her body was, especially when she was aroused as hell.

Her light-tan skin glistened like she’d been oiled, sweat tracing every curve and muscle.

Her short platinum-blonde hair stuck to her forehead in messy spikes, a few strands clinging to her sharp jaw.

Her golden eyes burned him intensely.

And her tits... massive, heavy, round, sitting high on her chest despite their size, nipples dark rising and stiff, areolas wide and textured.

A single bead of sweat rolled slow from her collarbone, down the valley between them, hanging off one nipple like a jewel before falling.

Her abs flexed with every breath.

His gaze went lower.

Her wide hips flared out dramatically, leading to thick, powerful thighs that could crush a man and an ass so round and firm it looked sculpted.

Between her legs, her pussy was flushed dark, her swollen lips parted slightly, glistening, her clit peeking hard, a slow string of wetness stretching from her entrance to her inner thigh.

She was a goddess carved for war and sex, and right now every inch of her was begging to be claimed by him.

Nash’s cock throbbed so hard it hurt a little.

This woman was the challenge. Till now, all his improvements made him a literal machine, overwhelming anyone, but this girl, she was the wall he hadn’t reached yet.

Last time he checked, she had overpowered him, and he didn’t have a massive upgrade since then.

But why worry? He had enough experience and feat to not feel afraid. He should be able to handle her.

It was what he wanted for a long time, finally a chance with Jaz.

There was just a little problem: Jinzo.

It kept going around and around in his head, Jinzo outside, screaming her name, the guy who’d kept her virgin for six years with nothing but his hand and sweet talk, now forced to be cucked? By someone he had a beef with?

They might have been in bad terms, and Nash knew he had a cuck fetish, but the act felt disgusting.

Having been played by his girl once, he knew a bit about the feeling, and he genuinely felt pity for him.

He could still stop this. Open the door, shove Jaz out, let the guy keep whatever pieces were left. One act of mercy.

"There’s still a way to play it safe," Nash said, eyes back on her. "There’s a better order to do that."

Jaz’s breath hitched. She stepped closer.

Her tan skin flushed darker across her chest, glowing under the pink lights. Sweat beaded on her collarbones, rolled slowly between her massive tits in teasing lines, dripping off one stiff nipple like liquid diamond. She might have been really hot, because visible steam was curling from her skin, the air thick with her scent.

She looked at him, her golden eyes burning brighter.

"I know what you’re thinking," she said, voice low, almost angry. "You feel bad for him. Poor Jinzo outside, getting cucked, how horrible his bitch might be."

She laughed then.

"I’m not the nice girl everyone thinks I am, Nash. I’m the bitch who stay awake every night wondering what a real orgasm felt like. The bitch who fingered herself raw pretending it was you while he jerked off like a fucking loser. So many years of being patient, hearing that someone’s love me too much to rush. I’m tired of trying to please everyone but myself."

She stepped forward again, close enough that her gigantic breast hovered above his head, her hands on his shoulders.

"I’m done being patient. I want to be fucked stupid. I want to know what it feels to pass out from pleasure. I want to wake up tomorrow sore and know I finally did it."

Nia, leaning against a locker with cum still dripping down her thighs, tilted her head and tapped her chin like a philosopher.

"Indeed, I can relate" she nodded.

Jaz swung one thick thigh over Nash’s lap, then the other, straddling him standing, feet planted wide.

Her pussy hovered an inch above his cock, lips flushed dark and swollen, a single fat drop of her juice gathering, trembling, then falling right onto the head of his dick.

The drop spread slow, coating him, mixing with the leftover mess from the others.

Nash’s breath caught.

His hands rose slowly, palms sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her massive tits, feeling the weight, the heat, the way they overflowed his grip.

He squeezed once, firm, watching her nipples harden even more, her breath hitch sharply.

"Jaz, if we do that, there will be no going back." he warned. He pulled her closer by the hips, fingers digging into the soft skin just above her ass, feeling the firm muscle underneath.

"Not for him." His hands slid lower, cupping her ass cheeks fully, round, powerful, slick with sweat, squeezing hard, thumbs tracing the crease where thigh met cheek.

"Not for me. I’ve waited too long to let you walk away after one night."

Jaz’s answer was a blissful smile. She leaned down, tits pressing hot against his chest, lips brushing his ear.

"That’s all I’ve ever wished for. Mess me up like the worst bitch in the world, Nash. Make sure I never want another man again."

She sank down an inch.

Nash held her there, his hands locked under her thick thighs, fingers sinking deep into the soft, overflowing flesh that spilled over his palms like warm, living silk over steel.

He looked up at her again, there was a strange need to confirm it was really happening.

Jaz was a giantess in his arms, 193 cm of muscle and curves, towering even as she straddled him, her massive tits hanging heavy above his face.

He could get the best view of her nipples dark and stiff, areolas wide and textured under the pink lights.

Her ass cheeks pressed against his thighs, round and full, the kind of flesh that begged to be grabbed and squeezed.

Her wide hips flared out, thighs thick and powerful around him, her flushed pussy lips parting slightly, glistening wet, clit peeking hard.

Even as a masturbation fetishists, how could Jinzo pass around that?

Nash’s mind raced.

Damn... she’s really doing this... Jaz... all this body, these tits, this ass... I’m really about to fuck her... holy shit...

Jaz’s breath came in short, shaky puffs, her heart pounding so hard it shook her massive tits with every beat.

Come on... do it... finally... finally I’ll know how it feels... Holy shit... his cock is right there, against my... so thick... Uh?... Why’smy heart beating so fast? I’m scared?... Fuck, who’s scared?... Just do it now... before I chicken out...

She sank down one inch, the swollen head breached her entrance, stretching her virgin lips thin around the crown.

Jaz flinched, a sharp gasp escaping her parted lips, her golden eyes widening as a burn hit.

"Oh fuck—" she breathed, voice cracking high and shaky.

It’s... it’s right there... it’s touching me... a real dick is touching me...

Nash groaned, the sensation hitting him like a wave, her walls hotter than anything, clamping down in panicked waves, the heat burning up his shaft.

She was virgin tight, all this giant body and her cunt was gripping like a fist.

Her tits were shaking above him, overwhelming him and making him feel smaller than her, despite barely 3 cm between them.

Another inch.

Jaz’s thighs trembled hard around his waist, her ass cheeks flexing in his grip, soft flesh spilling over his fingers as she lowered more.

Her voice came out small, almost a squeak.

"Wait... wait, Nash... it’s... it’s too—"

One tiny push.

The crown popped in with a wet, filthy sound.

Jaz’s whole body locked up.

Her back snapped straight, eyes flying wide.

"AAAAHH—WAIT! Waitwaitwait—!!"

Her thighs clamped around his waist like steel cables, ass cheeks flexing hard in his grip, trying to lift herself off on instinct.

Too big—burning—splitting—!! This ain’t a dildo— shit!!

Nash froze, buried just past the crown, cock throbbing inside her furnace heat.

He groaned low, the grip of her virgin walls almost painful.

Fuck... I can’t breathe... she’s clamping so hard...

Jaz panted, sweat pouring down her tits in rivers, spilling on him.

"It hurts... it’s too much... please, just... just a second—"

Nash didn’t move for a second, but only because he was losing a battle with his desire.

He slowly tightened his grip on her ass and pulled her down one slow, relentless inches.

Another thick inch slid in.

Jaz’s protest shattered into a high, broken moan.

"Ah—ahh—NASH—!!"

Her golden eyes rolled back, her head snapping.

He didn’t stop... He won’t listen... Oh shit... He’s really about to fuck me... Oh my god, oh my god... he’s going deeper... It’s... burning ... It’s.... uh?... UGH?!!

Jaz’s back arched slight, her massive tits bouncing once, nipples hardening more in the cool air.

... Why?... why does it feel... so good? What... Oh G... Ouh... Shoot! Shoot! Shooooo... shooo goooood....

Her walls fluttered wild, sucking him deeper even as she whimpered.

Nash’s voice came out gravel.

"Relax... let it happen."

He pulled her down again.

Halfway.

Jaz’s moan turned guttural, thighs shaking uncontrollably, ass cheeks spreading wider in his hands.

"No—no—yes—fuck—!!"

She couldn’t think, giant body breaking on his cock and the burning pleasure exploding in her.

Nash felt her resistance snap.

He flexed his arms and dropped her the final length.

His full length was buried to the hilt in one merciless slide.

"AAAAAHHHH—NASH!!" Jaz screamed.

Her cunt spasmed wild, squirting clear in messy arcs, walls milking him in frantic waves.

Nash groaned deep, buried to the root, her giant frame shaking helplessly around him.