Chapter 181: [R18]The Cheating Otaku(2)

Nash’s vision blurred at the edges, white sparks popping behind his eyelids with every brutal clap of Jaz’s hips.He was in heaven, no, deeper than heaven, buried inside a furnace of wet, clenching heat that milked him like it wanted to wring his soul out through his cock.

But god, she was going too hard...

His hips were jelly, thighs trembling, abs burning like he’d just run ten full-court sprints back-to-back.

Every time he tried to thrust up to meet her, his muscles hurt and folded.

He’d already cum so many times, five, no, seven? He’d lost count.

Thick, endless ropes that should have left him dry, but his passives made his balls churning out more, and while he could, it was painful now, like they were being squeezed in a vice.

Each new pulse felt thinner, hotter, almost burning as it shot into her womb and immediately got forced back out in messy white rivers that soaked his crotch, the broken bench, the tile.

And she still didn’t slow down.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Her ass slammed down with the force of an power forward posterizing someone at the rim.

Boom Shaka laka right on his dick.

The entire floor vibrated.

Splinters jumped.

His cock bent inside her for a split second before her cunt swallowed it again, the obscene bulge punching up her belly so high it looked like it brushed the underside of her massive tits.

Nash was drowning, but even then, the world sent him a message to wake him up.

A blue holographic panel flashed in the corner of his eye, glowing brighter than the pink steam.

[SPECIAL QUEST – DOMINATOR]

Objective: Make Jaz submit completely through raw sexual stamina.

Reward: +30 SP, +15 Endurance, "Beast Mode" passive.

Failure Penalty: -10 all stats for 72 hours.

Time Limit: Until one of you passes out.

Nash’s heart slammed against his ribs.

Now? Of all time, it had to happen right now?? And again, another penalty if he failed?

The system had started giving him more threat to accomplish its quests, but while the rewards were delightful, the quest felt like a death sentence.

He was drowning in pussy, literally drowning, his face smothered between her bouncing tits every time she dropped, sweat and spit raining on him, his lungs burning for air that smelled only of her cunt and his own cum.

Jaz’s golden eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, tongue hanging out the side of her mouth like an ahegao panel come to life.

If she had the lucidity to try that face on purpose, she wasn’t getting down anytime soon.

Time to time, she let her drool pour from her lips in a constant silver waterfall, glazing his chest, running into his mouth when he gasped.

He swallowed it reflexively, the taste salty-sweet, and felt his cock twitch harder inside her even as his balls ached like they were about to burst.

At first, it was hot, but now, he couldn’t keep up with her, despite all his improvements.

She was living every hentai fetish at once.

She grabbed his wrists, slammed them above his head, and folded him in half.

His shoulders hit the floor with a wet smack, head bouncing off broken wood.

Before he could even swear, she’d grabbed both his wrists, slammed them above his head with one hand (her grip felt like a vice grip from a hydraulic press), and folded him in half.

Knees to ears.

Ass in the air.

Cock bent upward, pointing up, straight at her pussy.

An amazon position.

The most humiliating position he had ever be in.

His first thought was pure, cold panic:

Fuck no. Not like this!

This woman was too dangerous.

He bucked hard, abs exploding, trying to bridge and roll.

Jaz just laughed, low and filthy, and pressed down harder.

Her weight pinned him flat.

How much did she weigh? It was nearly impossible to move her in this position.

Her massive tits squished against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin with every tiny shift.

His cock was trapped straight up inside her, the angle so deep the swollen head kissed her cervix on every breath she took.

CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

She started pistoning, short, vicious, piston-fast strokes.

Each drop drove her full weight down, ass cheeks clapping his upturned thighs like gunshots.

The bulge hammered upward so hard she felt it in her stomach.

His balls slapped against his own stomach, wet and loud.

"J-Jaz, fuck, wait—"

His voice cracked, high and desperate.

He hated how it sounded.

She didn’t wait; she wasn’t Jaz anymore, but a beast.

Her golden eyes crossed hard, drool flying in thick ropes that splattered his face, his open mouth, his hair.

She squirted in a violent, high-pressure jet that hit the ceiling tiles and rained back down on them like warm summer rain.

Everyone covered themselves, some chuckling, staring in awe at this sex machine.

This was the power of a beast, sex-deprived when you unleashed her. The locker room was thick, humid, obscene.

Nash’s pride caught fire.

He snarled, twisted his hips, and exploded upward with everything he had left.

His shoulders left the floor, back arching like a Breakball poster dunk.

Jaz’s eyes opened wide, delighted, insane.

She let him reverse it because she wanted the fight.

He slammed her onto her back, hooked both her ankles over his shoulders, and folded her the same way she’d just folded him.

Payback time.

His cock drove straight down, a piledriver angle that punched the air from her lungs.

The bulge shot up her belly so high her abs looked pregnant with his dick.

"Take it, you crazy bitch—"

CLAP!!

One brutal thrust, and he unloaded again, explosive, thick ropes that felt like they came from his spine.

Cum blasted so hard it forced the previous load out in creamy gushes around his shaft, splashing both their stomachs.

Jaz screamed in bliss, eyes rolling white, then laughed again and reversed him a second time.

Nash’s back hit the dented lockers with a metallic boom.

Jaz stepped in close, chest to chest, and wrapped one powerful arm around his waist while the other hand cupped the back of his neck.

Her golden eyes were still wild, pupils blown, and the grin she gave him was pure madness.

"Fuuuck..." she rasped.

Gathering all her strength, she pressed him against the ruined lockers, then she locked her thighs around his hips and sank onto his cock in one slow glide.

Her ankles crossed behind his lower back, heels digging in, pulling him impossibly deeper.

Nash’s hands flew to her ass on instinct, fingers sinking into warm, slick muscle as he helped support her weight.

Jaz’s entire body was vibrating, not just from the aftershocks of her last orgasm, but from pure, dizzy, overwhelming joy.

She was wrapped around Nash like a giant koala in heat: thighs locked around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back, arms looped around his neck, face buried in the crook of his shoulder.

Every breath came in hot, shaky puffs against his skin, each one carrying a tiny, delirious giggle.

"Nash... Nash, oh my god, I can’t... I can’t believe this is real," she babbled, voice cracking with emotion.

Her hips kept rolling in tiny, involuntary circles, grinding him deeper even though they were both spent.

"I waited so many years... so many stupid years... and it was nothing, nothing compared to this... you’re inside me, you’re everywhere inside me, I can feel your heart in my stomach, look—"

She grabbed his hand, pressed it hard against the obscene bulge still throbbing under her abs, eyes shining with tears of pure bliss.

"Feel that? That’s you. That’s your cock inside me. I’m so full I could cry... I am crying, holy shit I’m crying because it’s so good..."

Nash tried to answer, but she kissed him before he could, open-mouthed, sloppy, desperate, tongue pushing into his mouth like she wanted to crawl inside him.

She swallowed his moan and gave him hers back, pouring saliva straight onto his tongue like she was feeding him her happiness.

Nash held her in the standing carry, thighs burning, arms shaking, but his mind was crystal-clear now.

There was no stopping her now; she was ready to unleash all her energy on him, and oh, she had a lot.

Just then, a translucent blue gauge floated in the corner of his vision:

Jaz Submission Gauge: 83 %

Time remaining: until collapse

Nash’s eyes widened.

There it was, a way to get out. He had dealt with the system long enough to know what this gauge meant.

Seventeen points to go until Jaz would crumble, and the quest would be a success.

Now, with the clear objective in mind, he knew how he would proceed.

Focus, analyze, attack, and conquer.

When Jaz finally pulled back from the kiss, a thick silver bridge stretched between their lips.

She stared at it, eyes closing halfway, then licked it up and giggled again.

"I love this... I love you... I love your cock. I love the way you taste when you cum inside me. I love how you look at me even when I’m being a total degenerate. I love—fuck, I love everything—"

Nash tilted his head, caught her teary golden eyes, and gave her the softest, most dangerous smile he had in his arsenal.

Yeah, it was a terrible mistake to talk when you were filled with too much pleasure. But right now, it worked in his favor.

"Jaz," he said, voice low. "Look at me."

She did, instantly, like a puppy hearing its name.

Tears still rolling, lips trembling.

"You’re crying because it feels too good, right?"

She nodded eagerly, another happy sob escaping.

"Then cry louder. I want to hear every second of how much you love this cock. Because I’m not stopping until you’re so full of me you can’t remember any other name but mine."

+2 %

85 %

Her cunt fluttered wildly around him, squirting a fresh gush down his balls.

They were eye-to-eye now, her forehead against his, breaths mingling in hot, wet pants.

Nash bounced her once, slowly and deep, letting her feel the full length drag out and slam back in.

The bulge rose under her abs like a heartbeat.

"Say it," he ordered. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You—Nash—you—only you—!" she wailed, voice cracking with pure emotion, rolling her hips in a slow, filthy circle.

+3 %

88 %

The head of his cock dragged across her front wall, the bulge rising high under her abs like a slow wave.

She started riding him, long, deep, grinding strokes that used every inch of her height and leg strength.

Up until only the crown stretched her entrance, then down until her ass rested on his forearms, and his balls pressed flush against her.

Each descent forced a thick rush of their mixed cum out around his shaft, running in warm rivers down his thighs.

CLAP... CLAP... CLAP...

Slow, heavy, wet claps that echoed like bass drums.

Nash’s head fell back against the locker, eyes half-lidded.

Heaven.

He was in actual heaven.

His hips were jelly, his balls aching from the nonstop loads, but every time she rose, he felt fresh blood surge into his cock like his body itself refused to let him soften.

Jaz leaned in, licked a long stripe up his neck, then caught his mouth in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

Maybe she was awakening a new fetish? Just like Sarra.

The quest bar ticked in the corner of his vision: 88 % → 89 % → 90 %.

She felt him swell harder and laughed breathlessly against his lips.

"Again? You’re insane... I love it."

Without breaking the connection, she spun them, slow and smooth, until Nash’s back hit the opposite row of lockers.

Then she dropped to one knee, keeping him inside her, and shifted into a deep, seated cowgirl on the floor, legs folded beneath her, his cock buried to the root.

Amazon throne position.

She planted her hands on his shoulders, arched her back, and started rolling her hips like a dancer who’d decided to destroy the stage.

Her tits bounced heavy and slow, nipples brushing his lips with every grind.

He latched on to one without thinking, sucking hard, teeth grazing, tongue swirling.

Jaz’s head fell back, hair sticking to her sweat-slick neck, and she let out a long moan coming straight from her throat that vibrated through both their bodies.

She rode him like that for what felt like hours and seconds at once, slow, deep, grinding circles that dragged his cock across every ridge inside her.

The bulge in her belly rose and fell hypnotically.

She pressed his hand to it, making him feel himself moving inside her.

"Look," she panted. "You’re all the way in my stomach... just like the hentai... fuck, Nash..."

He came again, explosive, thick, endless, the orgasm rolling out of him in heavy pulses that made her eyes go white.

She didn’t stop moving, just slowed to a torturous grind, milking every drop until his vision whited out.

Quest bar: 91 %.

Jaz’s thighs started trembling, real fatigue finally creeping in, but her excitement only climbed higher.

She surged up, spun again, and this time pressing Nash’s back gently to the cool tile and straddling him in a deep, face-to-face squat.

Goddess squat.

Her feet planted wide on either side of his hips, thighs flexed like steel cables, ass hovering before she dropped.

CLAP!

The impact almost broke his pelvis and drove a broken groan out of him.

CLAP!

CLAP!

CLAP!

She rode him straight down, using gravity and every ounce of her explosiveness.

Her tits bounced wildly, sweat flying everywhere.

Nash’s hands roamed everywhere, squeezing her ass, her waist, her tits, thumbs rolling her nipples until she squealed.

He felt the final stretch coming, the system warning him to finish the quest, because now he was the one on the verge of blacking out.

With the last of his strength he sat up, wrapped both arms around her waist, and stood up, still inside her.

He bounced her on his cock like she weighed nothing, legs locked around his waist, arms around his neck, mouths fused in a sloppy kiss.

Each thrust upward punched the bulge higher; each drop forced cum squirting out around his shaft in messy rings.

CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP!!

The lockers behind them almost broke, but neither of them noticed.

Jaz’s whole body seized.

Her cunt clamped down in one endless, violent spasm, squirting so hard it splashed both their chests.

Nash roared into her mouth and came one final time, thick, burning, impossible volume, flooding her until it immediately overflowed in creamy waterfalls down his balls and thighs.

[SPECIAL QUEST – DOMINATOR : COMPLETED]