CHAPTER 72: PLOT TWIST: IT’S A HENTAI

Nash carried Alicia to the changing room, her eyes half-closed and a blissful smile on her face.

He laid her down on a bench and gave her a moment to gather herself.

"Thank you, Nash," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "It was... amazing."

"Don’t mention it," he said, his tone comforting. "Just remember to rest enough, okay?"

Once she was in better shape, she slipped back into her uniform slowly, her movements stiff.

She looked at him once she was dressed, finally having recovered most of her energy, and now she could fully swallow what happened.

Her cheeks were deep pink.

"Don’t think I’ll just... lose myself like that again," she muttered.

"Next time... I’ll really make you beg... so don’t you dare ignore me. You won’t... leave me out, right?"

Nash smirked, amused by her mix of stubbornness and vulnerability.

"Of course, no. I’m impatient to see you try making me beg. I liked your little opera in the bath."

Alicia groaned, turning her head to hide her flush and her shame. She pulled her phone from her bag and held it out, eyes avoiding him.

They exchanged contact info, her hands trembling just slightly as she typed. She stood then, legs still unsteady, walking awkwardly toward the door.

"Just... don’t forget me, I’m on your side now," she said, not meeting his eyes.

Then she slipped out, leaving him alone with the sound of dripping water and his own thoughts.

Nash leaned back in the bench, a laugh slipping from his chest. His life had changed so much, and now it was shifting again, piece by piece.

He pulled out his phone and glanced at his messages.

Lina had sent him a string of playful messages, ’Come home and ravage me already,’ she’d written, punctuated with teasing emojis. Sarra’s tone was different. ’How was the meeting? Everything go well?’

Nash rubbed his temple, chuckling. Another threesome now? The thought was tempting.

It would help him with the frustration still throbbing inside him. But he shook his head. Not now. He had brought Amara here for a reason, and he wasn’t about to neglect that.

He tapped out a quick message to Amara: Come by. I need you.

Her reply came within seconds. Give me 10 minutes. I’ve got something for you.

Nash’s lips curved into a grin. He set his phone down and sank deeper into the bench, his body finally relaxing.

Ten minutes. What could he do in between? The thought of losing his edge, of his arousal slipping away, made him sigh.

"Damn shame to waste it," he muttered, hand brushing over his abs.

He was still hard, but the edge was fading fast.

"Damn shame to waste it," again, tapping his fingers on his thigh. Ten minutes felt like forever.

Then he remembered something tucked away in his inventory: the forbidden doujin. He pulled it out with a flick of thought, the book materializing in his hand.

The cover alone was enough to make him arch a brow. Bright, exaggerated art of girls with impossible curves, their faces caught mid-cry, mid-pleasure.

The title was bold, sprawled across the top like it was daring him to open it.

He sighed, thumb brushing the edge, then flipped it open.

The first page hit him like a slap. A rough sketch of a girl being pushed against a desk, her expression twisted between fear and ecstasy, lines of sweat and motion drawn with exaggeration.

The panels below only escalated it: multiple hands, impossible angles, dialogue boxes filled with desperate cries and moans.

It was extreme, far from his taste, yet the blunt force of it stirred something.

Nash frowned, turning the page. More bodies. More heat. Scenes so raw they bypassed his resistance.

He wasn’t a fan of the style, but the audacity, the scenes it portrayed, worked on him.

Maybe it was a magic spell for real, because something in the impossibility of what he was reading was making him read the next page, again and again.

He felt the pulse between his legs sharpen again, his body betraying him as he read.

"... No wonder people like this," he muttered.

So caught up, he didn’t notice the door opening.

Jaz had stepped inside quietly. She was absent-minded at first, then her eyes darted straight to him, and widened as she caught sight of him.

Nash looked too focused, he probably didn’t notice she was there. She thought about retreating slowly, but then, she saw what he was holding.

The cover, the open pages, it all registered instantly.

A doujin. But not just any manga, no, not your run-of-the-mill stuff.

One of those.

Her heart went full drumline in her chest.

Everything she’d buried deep, the shame, the hiding, exploded. Years of it, gone in an instant.

She charged ahead, laser-focused on the book, not even clocking that Nash was still totally naked.

"Oh my god, are you actually into this? Seriously? Do you... do you even know what this is? Where’d you even find it? What do you like? Are you more into the slow-burn ones or do you just skip to the, uh, main event? What about the fanfics? Please don’t tell me you just skim the art and ignore the dialogue?!"

She snatched the doujin from his hands before he could even blink, flipping through it, searching for informations, tastes, anything.

Her hands shook, her whole face lit up, eyes wide, smile nearly splitting her cheeks.

She just kept talking, words tripping over each other, not even pausing to breathe.

"This is impossible! Like, I’ve literally never had anyone to talk to about this. Ever. Do you understand how freaking rare you are?!"

She was grinning like a maniac, biting her lip, glancing from the pages to Nash’s face, wild spark in her eyes.

She didn’t give a single damn that Nash was naked, or that his junk was practically waving hello.

All she saw was a soulmate, a fellow degenerate, finally, right in front of her, holding the sacred book.

Nash just stared. Totally gobsmacked. Then, realized. Something weird clicked in his brain.

He looked at her, at how she was buzzing with excitement.

Hold up... Was this thing actually meant for her?

[TARGET STATUS VIEW: JAZMIN COLE]

Type: Introverted | Secret Otaku | Escapist

Current Mood: Explosively Excited

Affection: 25% – Warming up.

Lust: 63% – Slightly Aroused

Opinion on Nash: Finds him dangerously magnetic, now even more intriguing for holding the same passion she hides.

Love Type: Fantasy Role-Play / Dramatic Confession / Confidence

Erotic Weakness: Praise for her hidden passions + Dominance that takes the lead, especially when she’s embarrassed.

Position Preference: All, wild, experimental, risky. Wants to try everything she’s ever read about.

Foreplay Preference: Bold teasing, handsy flirting, verbal dares, role-play references.

Trigger Events

• Reading a doujin together → +10% Affection, +10% Lust

• Offering her the forbidden doujin as a gift → +20% Affection

• Talking seriously about manga/anime with her → +12% Affection

• Playful physical contact while discussing manga → +8% Lust

• Teasing her by acting out a manga scene → +6% Affection, +10% Lust

Negative Triggers

• Criticizing manga/doujin tastes → –12% Affection

• Dismissing her passion as childish → –15% Affection

• Rejecting her advances after she opens up → –20% Lust, –10% Affection