20demayo Chapter 295: [R18]Thinking with the Wrong Head(2)
Chapter 295: [R18]Thinking with the Wrong Head(2)
Harlan’s breathing grew heavier. He was visibly struggling, he looked seconds away from calling his goons back in.Nash didn’t let him.
"Listen to me carefully, Reiss," he said. "If you blow your load right now in some girl from the street, you’re just going to empty your balls and waste all that beautiful rage. You’ll fuck her, cum, and feel empty five minutes later. That’s not power. That’s weakness."
He slowly pushed Aiko down harder onto his cock, making her moan loudly as he ground their hips together.
"Keep it," Nash continued. "Keep all that frustration. Keep that burning cum in your balls. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t cum. Hold it until Victoria is on her knees in front of you. Use that rage to break her. That’s how you destroy a queen."
Harlan’s breath hitched. His hand slowed on his throbbing cock even as it twitched and leaked precum.
"Victoria...?"
Nash grinned. He kept talking while slowly fucking Aiko.
"Look at her," he said, nodding toward Aiko. "You can have this anytime. But Victoria? Victoria is the real prize. Hector’s little treasure. The untouchable one. Imagine how much sweeter it’ll be when you finally get to ruin her with all this built-up frustration."
Harlan let out a shaky breath. His eyes were glassy with lust and conflict, and his mind was exactly how Nash needed it right now.
"Hector already has everything. The crown. The power. The woman who should have been yours to break. He treats you like a fucking underling. Why not take what he cherishes most in secret?"
He ground Aiko down again, deeper, forcing another loud, wet squelch as her pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth. She moaned his name like a prayer.
"If Hector handles her himself, we’ll never see her fall. I want you to win this round, Harlan. You’re the one who has to break her."
Harlan was panting, trembling on the edge, his swollen cock leaking steadily as he stroked it frantically without relief. The contrast was brutal: Nash casually owning both women, making Aiko bounce and cream on his cock while he played with their bodies, while Harlan stood there suffering, balls aching, denied the release his body screamed for.
Harlan tried to test him, feigning loyalty. "He’s the boss, Blaze. You don’t just overthrow a man like him that easily."
Nash smiled inwardly. Got you.
"My cards are already burned with him," Nash answered smoothly, still grinding Aiko in deep, lazy circles that made her whimper. "You’re my only ticket to the Upperworld. If you stay in Hector’s shadow, we’ll both end up in the gutter, dying without ever seeing Victoria again. We’re just rats with no real power."
The argument hit home. Harlan’s eyes gleamed.
"Oh no, little one. I have power too. You think I’m here by accident? I’ve got files, Blaze. Secrets on Hector that could change everything. Even in this shithole, Hector doesn’t fuck with me lightly. But you... You think I can actually take her from him?"
Nash’s eyes narrowed. Bingo.
He leaned back in the ruined leather chair.
"There’s just one favor I want in return," he said. "When you finally have Victoria on her knees, when you’re breaking her... I want a front-row seat. I want to watch every tear, every scream, every drop of cum you pump into her. That’s all."
This demand finished consuming what little sanity remained in Harlan. For him, it was the ultimate proof: Nash wasn’t a savior, he was a predator of the same species, a monster of vice who wanted to see his queen defiled.
The Trust % and Lust % exploded simultaneously on the invisible System interface, saturating the gauges to the maximum. Completely conquered, Harlan let out a hysterical laugh, drool at the corner of his lips.
"Hahaha! Fuck, Blaze... you’re the real deal! A pure gutter rat! I knew we’d understand each other. Do this for me, deliver Victoria to me, and I swear on my life that I can offer you the entire world if you want it! Power, credits, everything!"
Nash smiled. Time to close the deal.
He slid one hand to the back of Dahlia’s neck, pulling her in for one last filthy kiss. Their tongues tangled wetly, saliva dripping down her chin as she moaned loudly into his mouth. "Mmmh... Naffh..."
Then, with effortless strength, Nash rose from the chair, keeping Aiko fully impaled on his massive cock. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he stood, the thick shaft stretching her obscenely.
Every step made her bounce slightly, drawing fresh, wet squelches from her dripping cunt.
"Ahh! It’s so... fuck... it’s moving inside me!"
"Easy now," Nash told Harlan, still holding Aiko like she weighed nothing. "Let’s take it step by step, Harlan," he said in a detached tone. "We’re alike, that’s true. But in our world, caution is queen. We’re not going to trust each other blindly on simple promises. We need a reciprocal guarantee. A fuck for a fuck."
Harlan, trembling with frustration, hand clenched around his throbbing cock, was practically dancing with impatience.
"What? What kind of guarantee do you want, Blaze? Speak!"
"You keep the Midnight Rest now... and you get Victoria later. In exchange, I get the Baby-Boom crew now, and your word that I walk into the Upperworld with you when Hector will fall. If you can get me up there, in Apex’s shadow, then we have a deal."
Nash’s hips gave a small roll, grinding deep into Aiko and making her moan loudly against his chest.
"Nngh! Yes... right there!" He squeezed her firm ass cheeks hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, spreading her wide as he held her in place.
Harlan hesitated, his brain half-melted by lust and frustration. Nash’s words made it seem like what he truly wanted was the Upperworld and Apex’s money, but Harlan knew it was almost a joke of a condition.
Nash was already fucking unstoppable down here. Anyone from the upperworld would want him on their roster. He didn’t need Harlan or Apex for that.
But he wanted Victoria more than air, so he needed to keep Nash locked in this deal with him. In the illusion that only him could get him to the Upperworld. Yes, the Upperworld... was the ’only’ thing that mattered for Nash, the ’only’ thing he needed to keep from him for now.
There was just one little, or major, problem.
"That’s a big piece, Blaze... The Baby-Boom is manageable. But getting into the Upperworld is the hardest part. You know, a lot of charlatans make promises, but if you don’t have the right leverage, you’re just gonna get fucked. I can help you get up there. Just... what about Hector? If the big boss finds out I transferred the roster without his approval, he’ll have me smoked. Don’t you think we should handle his case quickly? I mean... I don’t know what you have in mind, but if he disappeared, I don’t think anyone would come looking for the blonde."
Nash smiled. He slid his heavy hand lower, squeezing Aiko’s firm ass cheeks hard under her skirt, ripping a new high-pitched moan from the young tsundere.
"Ahhn! Nash..."
Then, with a slow movement, he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the carpet. The moment she lost that delicious, massive cock, Aiko’s whole body trembled from head to toe. Her thighs buckled, her pale legs shaking as her own juices gushed out in thick, shiny streams down her inner thighs.
"Haaah... it’s empty... I feel so empty without it..."
Nash glanced at Dahlia. Deprived of the giant’s terrifying dick, the secretary had instinctively started fingering herself on the floor, desperately trying to prolong the pleasure the Nash’s passive powers had injected into her veins.
"Mmm... please... I need it back..."
Nash simply gestured with his hand, a silent, merciless invitation. Both girls immediately dropped to their knees on the soiled carpet, side by side.
Dahlia and Aiko pressed their flushed faces close to his monumental, veiny cock.
It throbbed proudly between his powerful thighs, glistening and dripping with a thick mixture of Aiko’s creamy juices, Dahlia’s earlier squirt, and heavy pre-cum.
In perfect tandem, the two girls began licking it hungrily. Their warm, wet tongues dragged slowly up the heavy shaft from opposite sides, meeting at the fat, leaking head.
"Mmmph..." Aiko moaned, swirling her tongue around the swollen crown and sucking up a thick bead of pre-cum. Dahlia groaned sluttily right beside her, lapping at the veiny underside.
Their tongues worked greedily, sharing every drop of mixed fluids, saliva dripping messily from their chins onto their tits as they occasionally met at the tip around his cockhead.
Wet, obscene slurping and licking sounds filled the office while Harlan watched, drooling, eyes bulging, his own denied cock twitching violently.
Nash placed his big hands on the back of both girls’ heads, letting the tandem work continue on his throbbing flesh, then locked his cold green eyes on the sweating dealer.
"We’re getting to Hector’s case, Harlan," Nash murmured. "Tell me more about what you know about him. Give me every detail."