Chapter 332: Underworld
At the final buzzer, the whole place just exploded into chaos.
The Baby-Boom girls were standing right in the middle of the court. The bright lights were beating down on them, and they just stared up at the scoreboard, almost like they were checking to see if the numbers were actually real.
Baby-Boom 78 — 19 Dust Dogs
Aiko was the first one to snap out of it. She turned to Miko with her eyes wide, still panting for air, and then the two of them just crashed into each other in a huge, tight hug.
Hina came running in from the side and wrapped her arms around both of them at once. She squeezed Aiko so hard that the girl let out a little "oof" sound, totally caught off guard.
"Hinaaaa! You are squeezing me too tight!" Aiko tried to sound annoyed, but she had a massive smile on her face that gave her away. She let out a bright laugh before she could even stop herself. She had played one of the cleanest games of her entire life. Every pass was perfect. Every choice she made was right. She felt like she was finally a real rival for Nash. That feeling of pride was just too strong to hide.
Miko chuckled, resting her head on Aiko’s shoulder. A second later, Kai jumped onto the pile, and then the subs joined in too. For a minute, they were just one big, messy heap of people, jumping around, slapping hands, and screaming at the top of their lungs over the roar of the crowd.
A little bit away from the group, Rei stood with her hands on her hips. She was still trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving. Her eyes were focused on that giant scoreboard hanging over the court. 78 to 19. For the first time since she joined the team, the huge lead was on their side. It wasn’t them getting crushed; it was them doing the crushing.
They weren’t the easy prey anymore, but the predators.
She slowly looked around at the stands, packed to the brim. These were the same people who had laughed at them and called them trash times ago after the humiliation against the Colossus. Now, those same people were standing up, screaming their names. The same mouths that mocked them were now cheering like they had believed in them all along.
Rei felt a small smile touch her lips. People in the Underground were so easy to read. They were disgusting and fickle. One day they wanted you dead, and the next day they are practically licking your ass because you won a game.
But Rei didn’t give a shit. Their opinions meant nothing to her. She raised her right fist high in the air, and the crowd went wild, thinking she was doing it for them.
They were dead wrong. Rei wasn’t looking at the fans at all.
The fist, the fire in her eyes, all of it was a message for only one person in the whole building. The man she respected more than anyone. The man she would do absolutely anything for.
A real smile finally hit her face. This was just the start. Under those neon lights, she promised herself that she would train twice as hard, push past every single limit, and become Nash’s best fucking weapon.
At the other end of the court, things were way uglier. The pride of the Dust Dogs had been turned into ash, and all that built-up frustration just exploded.
Roam completely lost his mind. His face was twisted with rage, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were shaking because he felt so humiliated.
He charged at Tylo and violently grabbed the collar of his jersey, shaking him like a rag while the cameras caught every second of it.
"What the fuck did you do?!" Roam screamed, spit flying out of his mouth. "You played like a selfish asshole the whole match! You only thought about your own fucking ass and your shitty stats! You ruined the team, Tylo! You sank us!"
Tylo didn’t even flinch. He didn’t feel an ounce of regret or fear. Instead, he just let a mocking smile stretch across his lips. He used his forearm to shove Roam back hard, breaking the grip and sending him stumbling a step backward.
"Touch me again, Roam, and I will break your fucking teeth," Tylo spat, brushing off his jersey like Roam was something gross. "Open your eyes, you clown. This team was already dead long before I stepped on the court tonight. Vargas is a first-class fake who spends all his time fucking your girlfriend, and you... you are just a joke."
Tylo took a step forward, standing in front of Roam.
"You think I am going to sink with a stupid team like this? You think I am going to ruin my career for a captain who is getting cucked by half the Underground and keeps his mouth shut like a little bitch? Everyone knows what Saya does and how you just watch her do it, Roam. Everyone has fucked her, and you just keep pretending to be the leader. It’s over. I am out of this team of bums. There is no way I am continuing to play in your circus and lose against the shrimp."
The other Dust Dogs players just watched with cold eyes. None of them said a word to help Roam, and nobody tried to stop Tylo.
He was right after all. They had become the community dumpster, and the next game would be the one none of them wanted to think about.
One by one, they just turned their backs on the court, grabbing their towels with tired movements and heading toward the locker room, leaving their captain all alone.
Roam stood there in the center of the court, his chest heaving, his fists clenched. Around him, the spotlights started to fade, but the crowd only got louder with their mocking.
The Baby-Boom fans laughed at him, and the bettors who won very little money betting against his team started whistling and jeering.
He was broken, totally alone, and exposed for everyone to laugh at on the very court where he used to be a king.
High up in the stands, Harlan finally got up from where he was sitting.
He stayed there for a few seconds, just watching the girls jumping around and hugging each other. Once he was bored of looking at them, he turned away. He had a calm look on his face, and he felt pretty satisfied.
To be honest, Harlan was feeling damn great right now. The match had been a total slaughter, and everything was going exactly how he wanted it to. Nash had actually kept his word about their secret little deal, and the girls had come to play. For Harlan, it was like a game of chess, and all the pieces were moving exactly where he wanted them to go.
He started walking toward the exit, with his two big goons following a few steps behind him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Out of habit, he tapped the pack against his knuckle, just feeling the rhythm, then, suddenly, the phone in his hand added a new rhythm.
Harlan looked down at the screen, and when he saw the name, he paused. It was Hector.
He tapped the screen to answer the call and put the phone to his ear. The moment he did, his whole vibe changed. He stood up straighter, and his voice suddenly became very polite and quiet.
"Yes, boss, I am here," Harlan said. He even nodded his little head a little bit. "I saw the whole game. Those girls played like they were possessed by something. I am heading to your villa right now to tell you all about it. I will be there soon."
The second the call ended, that polite act disappeared. His face twisted into a ugly look of pure disgust. He spat on the floor and made a loud, angry noise in the back of his throat.
"Old fool," he muttered.
Of course Hector wanted him to come over right now. The man was nervous. He wanted answers about the Baby-Boom. He couldn’t figure out why they suddenly looked so strong or why they were playing like a real team instead of the broken girls they were supposed to be.
Harlan already knew exactly what he was going to do. He would just feed Hector whatever pretty lies the man wanted to hear. It did not even matter. In Harlan’s mind, Hector was already a dead man walking.
A dark, dirty smile slowly grew on the corner of Harlan’s mouth as he walked down the hallway.
He could already see it happening in his head.
He imagined Hector on his knees, crawling on the floor and begging for mercy. And right in front of him, Harlan would finally take Victoria. He could almost feel it, spreading those long golden legs wide, pushing his hard cock deep inside that untouched pussy, and ruining her completely while Hector was forced to watch.
He wanted to see the look on Hector’s face when the old bastard realized he had lost everything, the power, the control, and the woman he had kept locked away for so long.
Harlan’s cock twitched a little at the thought. He did not care who saw as he reached down and adjusted himself through his pants.
"Maybe I should buy some of those blue pills," he whispered to himself. "Just to make sure I last long enough. I want to break that stuck-up cunt properly. I will fuck her for hours. I will fill her up with my cum until she can’t even walk. I will make her scream while that old bastard watches."
Behind him, the two goons looked at each other.
One of them raised an eyebrow, looking confused. The other one let out a quiet, disappointed sigh. They could tell their boss was completely gone, blinded by his own twisted obsession.
All Harlan could think about was fucking Victoria and making Hector suffer while he did it. The power, the money, the real game... none of that seemed to matter to him anymore.
Harlan did not even notice them looking at him. He just kept walking toward the exit with that same dirty smile on his face, already lost in the fantasy of what he would do once Hector was finally lying on the floor at his feet.
Up in the stands, the noise from the stadium was finally starting to fade. People were getting up from their seats, chatting loudly and laughing as they pushed their way toward the exits.
The big screens were still showing the final score, but the hype was gone.
Lina was still sitting on Nash, but she looked like she had completely checked out. Her mind was floating in a warm haze of pure pleasure. Even though the match was over, her body was still full of adrenaline. She could still feel the deep sensation of Nash’s thick cock buried inside her from just a few minutes ago.
She felt happy and kind of dizzy, but her legs were shaking and her muscles were twitching because she had been squeezing him so hard while trying to stay quiet.
She couldn’t help it; she kept leaning closer to Nash. Every few seconds, she shifted her weight, rubbing her thigh against his leg because she just needed to feel him. Her eyes were wide and glossy, and her lips were slightly open as she took short, shallow breaths.
Victoria was busy staring at her tablet, checking out the final stats, and she had no clue what had just happened right next to her. But Sarra wasn’t looking at the court anymore. She turned her head and looked straight at Lina.
Sarra narrowed her eyes, noticing that her friend looked weird. Lina’s face was bright red, like she had a fever, and her chest was heaving up and down way too fast for someone who had just been sitting.
Sarra tilted her head and tapped her finger against her knee, looking suspicious.
"Hey, Lina," she said. "Are you okay? You look like you just ran a whole marathon. Your face is all red and you are sweating. Did the heat get to you or something?"
Lina froze. She stopped breathing for a second. She tried to think of an answer, but her brain felt like mush from that intense orgasm. She opened her mouth, but only a small, weak sound came out. She quickly looked down at her hands, trying to hide the fact that she was still shaking.
Sarra leaned in a bit closer, getting even more suspicious.
"And why are you breathing like that? You are literally shaking. Did something happen?"
Nash saw the danger immediately. Sarra was getting too close to the truth. If she kept asking questions, the whole secret would be out. It shouldn’t be a problem anymore now, but... Well, why not keep playing along with Lina? She tried so hard after all.
He kept his face smooth and relaxed. Instead of letting Lina struggle, he reached out with his big hand and casually put it on Sarra’s shoulder.
He slid his hand slowly down her arm, his fingers stroking her skin in a way that made Sarra’s breath hitch. Nash leaned toward her, bringing his face so close that she had to look at him instead of Lina. He gave her a warm, charming smile.
"Don’t worry about her too much, Sarra," he said. "The arena is just really hot today with all these people shouting. But honestly, I was barely watching the crowd. I was mostly looking at you. Every time the girls scored and you jumped up to cheer, you looked absolutely amazing. You have this energy that pulls my eyes right to you."
As he spoke, he lifted his other hand and gently tucked a piece of hair behind Sarra’s ear. His fingers brushed her skin and stayed there for a second, giving her cheek a soft, playful rub.
The distraction worked perfectly. The moment Nash gave her all that attention, Sarra’s mind went blank. Her face turned a shy, happy pink, and the suspicion in her eyes disappeared. She totally forgot about Lina’s red face and weird breathing. All she could think about was the fact that Nash was touching her and telling her she was beautiful. She leaned into his hand, a small smile on her lips.
"R-Really?" she whispered, her voice much softer now. "You were watching me?"
"Every single time," Nash answered, rubbing his thumb slowly along her jaw. "You are really interesting to look at when you’re so passionated."
While Sarra melted under the attention, Lina took a deep breath of relief. She looked at Nash with eyes full of thanks. He had covered for her so easily. Seeing him control the situation just made her want him more.
A few minutes later, Victoria finally stood up, turned off her tablet, and slid it into her bag.
"Alright. The crowd is mostly gone. We should head down to the parking lot before the traffic gets bad. Dahlia is waiting with the van."
Nash stood up casually, adjusting his pants with one hand to make sure everything was tucked away and hidden. Sarra immediately grabbed his arm and hugged it tightly against her chest, still glowing from his compliments.
Lina waited a second longer before she tried to stand.
When she finally pushed herself up, her legs felt like jelly. Her thighs were trembling hard because of how tightly she had squeezed around Nash’s thick cock. She took one small step forward and almost lost her balance. Her foot slipped a little, and she had to grab the back of the nearest seat to keep from falling over.
Every step after that was awkward and shaky. Under her loose skirt, the thick load of cum Nash had pumped into her was sliding down the inside of her thighs in warm, sticky trails.
There was a lot of it, heavy and hot, burning her nerves. Every time she moved, more of it leaked from her pussy and ran lower.
She squeezed her legs together as hard as she could, trying to stop the white fluid from reaching her shoes, but a few small drops still escaped and fell onto the concrete as she walked, leaving a trail on the floor.
Inside the locker room of the Dust Dogs, the air smelled like absolute shit. Vargas was pacing back and forth on the floor like a wild animal in a cage. His face was bright red, and the veins in his neck were popping out.
"You bunch of pathetic, useless losers!" Vargas roared. He slammed his fist hard against a metal locker, making a loud clang. "A 60 point blowout?! You just stood there and let them walk all over you! You ruined me again! You ruined this whole fucking team!"
The players just sat there on the benches in total silence. Nobody even looked at him. Rin was slowly wrapping a bandage around her knuckles, acting like he wasn’t even there. Tylo was just staring at his phone, a bored little smirk on his face. Roam kept his head down, his hands shaking between his knees. They had sucked, yeah, but nobody cared enough to argue with a man who was already losing his grip on everything.
Suddenly, the door opened. The shouting stopped instantly. Everyone in the room froze.
Frank, the main sponsor, walked in. He didn’t even look angry. His face was smooth and cold, like he didn’t have a single emotion left in his body.
Behind him were three huge guys. One of them was carrying a heavy, solid iron tool wrapped loosely in a piece of cloth. Just having them in the room felt like it sucked all the oxygen out of the place.
The second Vargas saw Frank, his tough guy act just fell apart. He dropped to his knees right there on the floor, his legs skidding on the wet concrete. Tears and sweat started running down his face as he crawled forward, trying to reach the bottom of Frank’s expensive trousers.
"Frank! Frank, please, listen to me!" Vargas begged. His voice turned into a pathetic shriek. "It was not my fault! The players ignored my orders! I can fix this, Frank! Just give me one more game!"
Frank did not even step back. He just looked down at the crying coach with pure disgust.
"Do you remember what I told you before the match, Vargas?" Frank asked. "I told you that if you lost another game and embarrassed my brand, I would break your legs."
Vargas choked on his words, his eyes getting wide with horror.
"Frank, no! Please! I will pay you back!"
"Someone really needs to teach you to be a man of your word. But, don’t worry, I’ll make sure you honor this promise," Frank interrupted. He gave a small, casual tilt of his chin to the men behind him.
Right away, two of the big guys stepped forward. They grabbed Vargas and yanked him off the floor. Vargas started kicking and screaming, his shoes squeaking against the floor as they dragged him out of the locker room.
"No! Roam, help me! Tylo! Do something!" he screamed, his fingers clawing at the door frame as they hauled him into the hallway.
The door closed, but it did not block out the sound. A second later, a sickening thud echoed through the heavy walls, and then came a scream of pure agony. It was a high, bubbling wail that echoed down the hall. Another heavy sound followed, and then a ragged gasp of pain.
Inside the room, the silence was suffocating. Tylo’s smirk vanished, and his face turned pale as he stared at the floor. Rin closed her eyes. Two of the players covered their ears and closed their eyes, trying to block out the sounds of the screaming.
Roam sat perfectly still, his whole body shaking. The grim reality of their world hit him like a physical blow. This was not about fame or glory; it was a merciless world, and if you failed, the consequences were terrifying.
Outside the arena, things were different. The Baby-Boom climbed into Victoria’s van. Dahlia was behind the wheel, driving them toward the Spires. The team was exhausted, but the energy inside the bus was electric.
Meanwhile, Nash, Victoria, Lina, and Sarra were walking down to the parking lot.
Sarra walked close to Nash, looking up at him with an... Interesting expression. She leaned toward him, her voice low and suggestive.
"Nash," Sarra murmured, "I was thinking... we could skip the dinner. I would much rather spend the evening back at the apartment, just talking. Just... Enjoying the rest of the day."
Lina, who was standing on Nash’s other side, seemed just as focused on him. She reached out and rubbed her hand against his arm.
"I agree with Sarra," she added quickly. "The crowd tonight was exhausting. I would much rather be wherever you are heading. We could just... Finish what we started, chill like last time... Y’see?"
Nash looked between the two of them, noticing how the mood had suddenly changed. He wondered if the intensity of the match had made everyone’s emotions run high, or if his passives were just making them hornier than usual. Maybe the smell of the load inside Lina also had aphrodisiac property?
They finally reached his dark, gleaming Porsche. He stepped forward to unlock the car.
But just as they were about to get in, a figure stepped out from behind a large concrete pillar right next to the parking spot.
Nash stopped in his tracks.
It was Saya.