NOVEL NEXT Chapter 113: The Hard Truth
Nash stood frozen for a moment; the cold edge in Jinzo's voice was the last thing he needed to hear. He had made an error: he had been seen talking with the worst girl possible.
They've been watching every move... kitchen with Jaz, hallway with Alicia... shit, no wonder they were boiling. Jinzo was not just mad; he was territorial, and Jaz was the sore spot. One wrong step and this would blow up.
Jinzo's gaze didn't waver, his slight figure a wall of anger and distrust.
"You think you can waltz in, flash some tickets, and steal my squad? Including my girl?" His voice dropped, low and venomous. "We saw you cozying up to her in the kitchen, all smooth and shit. Don't play dumb."
The hangar was silent, the distant clang of a loose chain the only sound breaking the tension. Drex and Mac shifted closer, their shadows stretching long across the concrete floor like fingers reaching for a fight.
Nash kept his stance loose, hands open at his sides, but his pulse thrummed steady under the skin.
Shit... For real? Right now?
A fight was the last thing he needed. One wrong word and the quest would be officially over.
He couldn't swing back or let him land one. In the streets, it was like the jungle. Being the dominant male, the alpha, meant holding the line, not breaking it.
The girls scatter to the strongest wolves; it was the underground code. The dominant male could claim the best females, and the betas scavenge scraps, get the girls around if they were lucky.
And if the alpha showed any weakness, they would swarm the wounded king like rats on garbage.
Jinzo stepped forward, chest bumping Nash's with a thud that sounded like a challenge. His fist clenched at his side, knuckles trembling as he rolled his shoulders.
"What, cat got your tongue? Or you too busy dreaming about my girl to answer?"
He raised his arm slowly, the fist hovering like a loaded gun, his free hand balling too for good measure. His voice was strong, like his fist, all ready to go, but inside...
Fuck... he's huge... gotta crane my neck just to stare him down... He's at least 6ft easy... built like he benches cars. One hook from him and I'm lights out... Drex, Mac, grab my arm already... don't let me do this... You fucks, cheering? Stop hyping me, pull me back!
Drex leaned in from the side, grin splitting wide like a jackal spotting blood, except it wouldn't be him doing the biting, fist pumping the air with a sharp whoop.
"Yeah, Jinz, do him! Beat his ass, show the new guy who's boss!"
Mac echoed the call, laughing sharply and ugly, stepping up to flank.
"Come on, king, lay him out flat! He thinks he's hot shit with the girls? Time to drop him cold!"
Their cheers rang out, a raw chorus of egging that made Jinzo's stomach knot tighter, his raised fist trembling just a hair, sweat prickling his back under the facade.
You idiots... why aren't you stopping this? Cheering like it's a damn show... you want me hospitalized? He's huge, he will crush me without breaking a sweat... talk more, stupid Nash, give me an out... you don't need to fight, damn it!... Fuck you, Drex, Mac... don't make me swing first!
The big bad wolf, Nash's mind whirred, but even he was having an internal fight.
Chances? Dodge, he looks weak... but his ego will shatter, he will never accept the invitation.. Block? That will escalate to a full fight, same result, the quest will crumble... And if I take the hit... Hurry, time's ticking... Wait... Oh, I know! The system... yeah, I can use it to... Wait... does the system work on guys? I don't remember if there's a rule... Nothing says no... Ok, nothing to lose, just try it, see if it loads.
He focused, willing the interface through the haze. Then, a mental ping freed him from his worries.
[TARGET STATUS VIEW: JINZO KANE]
Affection: 7%
Lust: 2%
Love Type: Voyeuristic Masochism / Cuckold Fantasy / Humiliation.
Erotic Weakness: Voyeurism + Masochistic Teasing + Cuckold Thrill
Position Preference: Masturbating
Foreplay Preference: Insulting conversations about his inadequacies, especially involving his partner.
Trigger Events:
• Describing Jaz begging during sex with Nash → +8% Lust, -3% Affection.
• Teasing Jinzo about Jaz's "perverted side" being unleashed by Nash → +7% Lust.
• Hinting at Jaz regretting her "boring" relationship → +5% Lust, -2% Affection.
• Inviting Jinzo to watch a "team bonding" event involving Jaz → +10% Lust, +5% Affection.
• Insulting Jinzo's "weak hold" on Jaz while praising Nash's "dominance" → +6% Lust, -4% Trust, -4% Affection.
• Bragging openly about Jaz's attention without involving Jinzo → –15% Affection, +5% Lust.
• Ignoring Jinzo's presence when talking to the group → –10% Affection.
• Calling Jinzo weak or irrelevant directly → –20% Affection
Nash was surprised and relieved at first.
It works on dudes... jackpot!
Then, horror.
Cuck? Voyeur masochist? Gets off on Jaz with others...
This visual disaster was the answer to the situation Jaz hinted about, the cause of her frustration.
Jinzo... He was a crazy cuck, and his biggest fetish was seeing his woman being taken in front of him.
What the fuck?
It was twisted as hell and unexpected. Jaz used to peek at him, but thinking about it, Nash never saw anything sexual about her.Well... He did initiate two or three things, but unlike Alicia, who openly came to him, or Nia and Lina, who had a sort of vibe, Jaz had the body of a goddess but the sexual aura of a virgin.Maybe she was even a virgin? This could explain her strange reactions.
It was risky as hell, but there wasn't really time to think about it. Right now, Nash needed to use this information cleverly, bait the lust and affection, twist the concert into Jinzo's kink, and make him accept the invitation. Jinzo's fist hovered, as slowly as possible, while Mac and Drex kept chanting low.
"Finish him! Finish him!"
And Jinzo couldn't say if they were talking to him or Nash. Then, his heart skipped a beat.
Nash leaned in, eyes locked, his shadow covering him
"Come on, you're angry over Jaz? Dude, she's frustrated as hell with a boring guy like you. You think you have any right to keep her miserable?"
The trio went silent. Nash dared to say something like that.
"... You..." Jinzo trembled.
"Yeah, I mean, sorry to break your spirit, but she looks like she enjoys a little too much seeing me turn around the girls' guts, like, why is she always on me? Are you properly satisfying her?"
Drex and Mac couldn't believe their ears. Even for Jinzo, despite his fear, this was a hit in the softest spot. His eyes trembled, his fists more.
Nash leaned closer, daring to put a hand on his shoulder.
"But, I'm not a bad guy. I'm thinking about you, so I'm willing to give you a hand. Imagine the concert, music thumping dark and wild, her finally letting loose... it will be the perfect place to teach her why she shouldn't desire something in another girl's plate. If I were there with her... I would make her regret, and violently destroy her, slowly, until she begs for what she's been missing."Jinzo's fist trembled, Mac and Drex stepped back, already anticipating the punch, but strangely, Jinzo didn't swing.
His lust was spiking, face flushing under the mask, breath hitching as the image sank in: Jaz begging, the Jaz who looked so disappointed that night, the Jaz who seemed so interested in this guy's sex life. That annoying, curious girl... Getting ravaged by his monster dick, body arching, screaming, apologizing for asking too much...
Why?
He trembled.
Fuck, why am I getting hard?!... Drex, pull me...
"Shut your mouth!" he snarled, but his voice cracked slightly.
Nash pressed, calm as still water over boiling depths.
"She's starving for that release... You're keeping her caged, boring nights piling up... I hope you're not just five on one your dick when she's asking for sex, are you? A pervert like her... should be pounded aggressively, stretched and filled till she becomes a saint."
Lust +7% from the perverted tease, Jinzo's cheeks burning.
R... Ravaged... him stretching her... shattering her... god, the way she'd scream... stop, Mac, grab me... You cheering bastards!
Mac and Drex faltered, cheers stuttering.
"Jinz? You good, man? I—if you want to swing... Now's a good time!"
They were confused by how much Nash could talk before Jinzo snapped. Nash seized the gap, addressing Mac directly.
"Relax, Mac, what I'm saying is that I'm trying to help you. Teamwork, right? It's also good for you. You know, let's face it, gentlemen. I can bring a lot of girls. Don't you like girls?"
Mac blinked, rubbing his neck.
"Uh... What does it have to do with me?"
Nash turned to Drex.
"Listen to him, Drex, he's asking me how it concerns him."
Drex, even more confused, grunted.
"Aight, what are you..."
Nash stepped back, spreading his arms and facing the three.
"Imagine. Who here is the women's bait?"
Mac rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"... You... I guess?"
Nash applauded, then crossed his arms with a grin.
"Good, good. And how many girls are there in Baby-Boom?"
This time, Drex was the one to answer.
"How are we able to know this shit?!"
"Five." Nash showed the number with his hand.
"Five." Nash showed the number with his hand. "Five girls in the group. Isn't that nice?"
The boys blinked. Drex frowned, scratching his chin."Uh… yeah… nice, I guess?"
Mac squinted, trying to keep up.
"Wait, yeah, yeah, five… I knew that. Five's a… good number."
Nash nodded like a teacher proud of his students.
"Exactly. You guys get it."
Jinzo's brow twitched.
"The fuck are you babbling about, Blaze? What's your angle?"
Nash grinned wider, letting the tension hang.
"Simple math, Jinz. Five girls in Baby-Boom. Three girls already in the team."
He held up eight fingers.
"That makes eight beautiful women."
Silence fell. Drex and Mac exchanged a look, both trying to act like they understood but clearly lost. Jinzo glared, more confused than angry now.
"So what? What the hell are you getting at?"
Nash's grin sharpened. He glanced around, made a small gesture for them to lean in. Against their better judgment, the three drew closer, caught between curiosity and irritation.
When they were close enough, Nash lowered his voice, almost conspiratorial.
"An orgy."