CHAPTER 71: BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD-ON

Jaz just stood there, dead quiet. Her heart was thumping so loudly that she swore Jinzo could probably hear it too.

Sweat or steam, who could tell at this point, burned up her cheeks, chest, everywhere. This feeling, all jittery and weird, like she’d drunk three energy drinks but still needed to move.

She glanced at Jinzo, side-eyeing him, expecting him to say something, do something. He’d heard everything too, every last bit of it. No way he was just gonna stand there like a statue, right?

Her uniform was soaked from the shower, sticking everywhere, so she yanked the shirt up and off. Screw it, she was done feeling weird about it. She figured that would wake him up, get him out of his daze.

She squinted at him, and then it hit her.

Jinzo wasn’t budging. His jaw looked like it might snap. Sure, his shorts were telling a pretty obvious story, but his whole vibe screamed "nope." Not moving a muscle.

Jaz, full-on awkward now, coughed out a nervous little laugh, hoping to break the ice.

"That was... wild, huh? Maybe we should, I dunno, check on Alicia later?" Her voice kinda fizzled out, testing the waters.

Jinzo, though, just... nothing. Zero reaction.

She chewed her lip, flicked her gaze away, then back at him.

"So... you still want to... y’know, do it?" Her words came out tiny, totally unsure. Honestly, she half expected him to just pounce on her, but nothing.

Jinzo was a statue. What she didn’t see, and thank god, really, was the mess in his boxers. He’d already finished, just like that. The steam and water hid it, but he felt it, the warm stickiness in his boxers.

His hard-on was bailing out fast.

Inside, he was just pissed.

Why now? How was he supposed to pretend with Jaz after what they’d just heard through the wall? How could he even try? Nash had set the bar, and if Jinzo touched her now, she’d compare, and he’d come up short. Way short, both figuratively and literally.

His pride couldn’t allow it. It was supposed to be his shot; Jaz was finally into it. And here he was, stuck. Helpless. Couldn’t do a thing, not after that.

"Yeah... this was a bad idea," he finally muttered, voice all cracked.

Jaz blinked, confusion and hurt all over her face.

"Wait, what? I thought this was what you wanted."

All he could do was shake his head, reaching for any excuse to hide the truth. She couldn’t see him like this, no shot.

"Water’s freezing now. Kinda ruins the mood," he mumbled, not even believing it himself. Total cop-out, and she knew it.

Her face fell, but she just nodded, letting it go.

Jaz and Jinzo finally stepped out of the stall, both dripping wet, water clinging to their skin.

Neither had brought a towel, so they were left bare to the cool air of the locker room corridor.

Jaz crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks still hot from the show earlier, while Jinzo trailed silently beside her, his mind a mess.

That was when the door across the hall opened. Steam rolled out, and Nash walked through, carrying Alicia in his arms like she weighed nothing.

He had wrapped his towel around her, covering her trembling body. But Nash himself? He had none. He came out completely naked, and he was still hard, his cock jutting out with terrifying size.

The sight froze Jaz and Jinzo where they stood.

Jaz’s eyes widened like dinner plates, her cheeks burning hotter than the steam in the room as she took in the sight of Nash’s incredible body.

Every muscle in his body looked like it had been chiseled by an overeager artist, each curve and bulge telling a story of power and vitality.... And certainly virility too.

And speaking of virility, there was that... thing between his legs.

It was massive, a towering monument to masculinity that made her knees wobble and her heart stutter.

As a woman, Jaz was a giantess, about 192 cm, yet, to her, this thing was a massive anomaly.

She’d heard everything earlier. Now to see it... She didn’t even know where to look, but her eyes betrayed her anyway.

Nash looked down at them, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in their shocked expressions.

Alicia, on the other hand, was blissfully unaware, nestled in the crook of his arm, looking like a kitten with a bowl of the finest cream.

Her cheeks were rosy, her hair a wet mess around her shoulders, and she looked utterly content.

"So it was you two," Nash said casually, as if walking out of a shower with an erection that could poke an eye out was an everyday occurrence. "The world is really small, huh?"

Jinzo’s mouth opened and closed a few times, like a goldfish gasping for air. What did he mean, ’short’? Was that an insult?

The sight of Nash’s endowment was a sucker punch to his ego. He felt like the universe had just played the cruelest trick on him, showing him exactly what he couldn’t measure up to.

"W-what are you doing?" Jaz managed to squeak out, her eyes darting between Nash and Alicia, then back to Nash’s... situation.

"Oh, just helping a friend out," Nash said. "A very stubborn but tough friend."

Alicia giggled, pressing her cheek into his chest, her eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and exhaustion.

"Guess we got the same idea."

Jinzo’s jaw tightened, but before he could speak, Jaz blurted out, almost absentminded.

"N-no, we didn’t..." Her voice trailed, embarrassed by how defensive it sounded.

Jinzo stumbled, his eyes cutting to her sharply, like she had just said the one thing she shouldn’t have.

Nash’s grin widened, gaze flicking over her drenched uniform, the way it clung to her.

"Is that so? You look like you’ve been busy."

Jaz’s face burned red, her heart hammering. She stammered.

"N—no... seriously we weren’t... Nothing happened... Jin wasn’t... it wasn’t a good time,"

She sounded embarrassed, but also resentful, like being dragged here, forced to listen to this, got wet in two different ways and when she was finally in the mood, her boyfriend just refused to satisfy her.

Nash tilted his head. He contracted the muscles of his erection, making it twitch like a nod.

"Oh? You want to help me finish then?"

Jaz gasped loudly. Her whole body trembled, lips parting, but no words coming out.

Jinzo saw red. He couldn’t believe Nash had the audacity to say that, especially after what he’d just heard.

"What the hell, dumbass? That’s my girlfriend, you asshole!"

Nash’s smirk widened.

"Easy, buddy. I’m just playing around."

He shifted Alicia in his arms, her cheek still resting on his chest. She looked up at him with adoration, a small pout on her lips.

"Besides, Alice helped me like a champ. But since I’m a stubborn horse, I might need to give her the rest of the day. You wouldn’t happen to know someone who could help me out with it?"

Jaz couldn’t help but stare at Alicia, who looked like a goddess in Nash’s arms. She felt a strange mix of envy and admiration.

"Is she okay?"

"Oh, she’s more than okay," Nash said, his voice tender. "But she needs to rest now."

Alicia nodded, a dreamy smile on her face.

"I can go again if you want," she offered, reaching up to trace a finger over Nash’s jaw.

Nash chuckled and shook his head.

"No, not today. You’ve earned a break. I’ll find a way to deal with it. "

He bent down and kissed her forehead. The way she shifted in his arms was both delightful and terrifying. Terrifying for Jinzo.

First Nia, then the two girls Nash was with, Zayela and Amara, and now Alicia too? What kind of monster was that?

"What the fuck..." He muttered.

"Hey, don’t worry, man," Nash said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "It’s all in good fun. You know how it is."

Jinzo shrugged off his hand, his eyes never leaving the monstrous erection between Nash’s legs.

"Y... You..."

Nash’s smirk grew.

"About the match earlier, no hard feelings, right? We need to go past that to work together after all."

Was he implying that Jinzo would stay? When did it come to this? Jinzo felt compressed in his palm, without any choice for himself.

Jaz looked from Nash to Alicia and back again, her mind racing.

"N-no, of course not."

Nash winked at her.

"Good. You two have fun, okay? We’ll give you some intimacy."

He turned and strode out of the room, Alicia still purring in his arms, leaving Jaz and Jinzo in a cloud of confusion and embarrassment.

Once they heard the door shut, Jaz looked up at it, her eyes wide.

"... Wow."

Jinzo’s chest was tight with irritation and anxious heat.

One person here got her guts rearranged literally, but for some reason, he felt like it was him.

He looked at Jaz and hated the way she looked dazed, like Nash’s shadow still hung over her.

He stumbled closer, forcing a shaky smile.

"Hey, Jaz... listen, I get it. You’re shocked, but I can give you what you want. I can make it good for you. Don’t let that guy mess with your head. Let me prove it."

But Jaz only blinked at him, her voice calm, almost dreamy.

"It’s fine, Jin. Really. I just... didn’t expect that."

He grit his teeth, trying to sound stronger.

"You’re my girl. I’m not gonna let him take that from me. I’ll make you forget him tonight."

She bit her lip, eyes still far away, and murmured absentmindedly.

"But... I want it now..."