[R18] Three’s a Tease

The next dare was for Nash. Lina leaned back and crossed her legs.

"Lick someone from belly to tongue. Make it slow, deep, and leave her breathless."

The choice of the target was technically optional. Nash had two choices. But somehow, it didn't feel that way anymore.

It was like Nash and Lina were in perfect sync, keeping Sarra wrapped to make this threesome happen.

Nash stood and moved toward her, slow.

She didn't move.

Lina stepped behind her. She placed both hands on Sarra's shoulders first, a grounding touch, then slid them lower until they cupped the curve of Sarra's heavy breasts through the strained fabric of her bra.

She began to massage, slow and circular.

Sarra's breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, mouth parted, caught between confusion, tension, and something far more dangerous.

Her body trembled, whether from nerves or need, Nash couldn't tell. Maybe both.

He caught her eyes, and this time, she didn't look away.

They were wide, glassy, filled with something raw. Her chest rose sharply beneath Lina's kneading fingers.

Nash stepped in, watching the little gasps escape her lips with every motion of Lina's hands. Her cheeks burned. 

But she didn't step away. If anything, she arched slightly forward, as if surrendering.

He leaned in and pressed a single kiss to her belly.

Sarra gasped softly as Nash's lips brushed against her sensitive stomach, back arching unconsciously into Lina's massaging hands.

"N-Nash..." her voice came out breathy and uncertain, but there was a thread of desire woven through it. "I don't know if this is..."

Her words melted into another exhale as Lina thumbed her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.

"Aah..."

Lina smirked against the shell of Sarra's ear, her voice low and sultry.

"Shh, just relax babygirl. Let the man do his work."

She pinched and rolled Sarra's nipple between her fingers, coaxing another soft moan.

"Doesn't that feel nice? Having us both focused entirely on your pleasure?"

Nash dragged his tongue along the underside of Sarra's breast, slowly savoring the taste of her skin, salt, sweetness, and something uniquely hers.

He nuzzled into the warm valley between her breasts, letting his lips linger.

Sarra whimpered, fingers twisting into Nash's hair to hold him there.

"P-please Nash..."

Lina chuckled wickedly.

"Looks like these big ol' tits of yours need some air, babygirl."

With a deft movement, she unclasped Sarra's bra. The tension snapped, and her massive breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly under the sudden release.

Nash froze, stunned by the sheer size and perfection of them. Heavy, full, round, with pink nipples already pebbled from the heat.

He couldn't look away. Neither could Lina.

"There we go," Lina purred. "Much better."

Sarra made a soft, embarrassed sound, but didn't try to cover up. Her skin glowed under the light, flushed and warm.

Nash leaned back slightly, letting his gaze roam.

"You're... fucking stunning, Sarra."

Her breath caught again, not from shame, but from how intently he looked at her. Like he meant every word. Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she turned her head shyly. 

"D-Don't stare so much..." she murmured, voice barely audible.

Nash's lips quirked up in a soft smile. He lifted one hand and cupped one heavy breast, feeling the silky weight settle into his palm. 

Warm, impossibly soft, but firm beneath the skin. He gave it a slow squeeze, fingers sinking gently into the pillowy curve, thumb brushing over the swollen nipple.

Sarra gasped, spine arching slightly, her fingers clutching his shoulders.

He leaned in, lips brushing her skin, and then he took the nipple into his mouth. Slowly. Deeply. Tongue swirling, lips sucking.

"Aah—N-Nash!" Sarra whimpered, hips twitching, voice shaky and high. Her breath came fast, chest heaving as his mouth worked her.

Then Lina stepped around and dropped to her knees in front, resting her chin next to Nash's cheek.

"Mmm... greedy boy," she teased.

She leaned in, and her tongue flicked across the same nipple, wet and bold.

Nash groaned. The sensation was electric, Lina's tongue flicking, his own mouth sucking. A messy, shared dance over Sarra's sensitive peak.

Sarra whimpered and writhed, overwhelmed, her fingers digging into both their hair as Nash and Lina fought each other's tongues over her swollen nipple. 

She couldn't form words, just helpless gasps and soft moans as their mouths collided and tangled, lips and tongues swirling around her sensitive peak in a slick, dizzying rhythm. 

Their hot breaths mixed, intoxicating, arousing, drawing louder cries from her throat. 

Lina opened wide, a teasing invitation, and Nash drove his tongue inside her mouth without hesitation.

Their tongues twirled wetly, sloppily, before parting with a long, shining string of spit stretched between them, glistening as it trailed over Sarra's bare breast. 

She twitched beneath them, eyes wide with shock and arousal, watching their gaze lock, fierce, hungry, locked fully on each other over her trembling body.

Then, together, they turned toward Sarra.

She gasped as both of them closed in. Nash on one side, Lina on the other. Their lips brushed hers, slow and coaxing, until her mouth opened for them. 

The kiss exploded from there.

Wet, tangled, breathless.

Tongues licked, lapped, collided, Nash and Lina trading strokes through Sarra's parted lips, devouring her softly, messily, their tongues brushing hers and each other's.

Sarra moaned, overwhelmed, body trapped between their hunger. Their spit mixed with hers, trickling at the corners of her mouth.

When they finally broke the kiss, a gleaming bridge of saliva stretched from Lina's tongue to Nash's. It snapped, falling warm across Sarra's chin.

She twitched, eyes wild, lips swollen, chest heaving.

Then Lina giggled, a sultry sparkle in her eyes as she dropped to all fours and crawled toward Nash, her hips swaying. 

The look in her eyes said everything: fuck my brain out. 

She leaned close, her voice a sensual purr.

"Next dare," she whispered, eyes flicking down his body. "Remove these useless clothes."

She started pulling at his shirt, and Nash let her, raising his arms as fabric slid up and off. 

Her fingers teased lower, reaching for his waistband, but before she could go further, he paused.

He'd almost forgotten. He still had 5 SP left.

Nash's mind whirled. He'd fought hard, earned every point grinding through matches and training quests. 

He'd already pushed his Control, his Tease, his Endurance, all just to last long enough when the moment came.

But now? Now the moment was here. And he knew what he wanted.

He opened the system interface.

[SP AVAILABLE: 5]

[Allocate SP?]

YES.

Length +2 cm [Cost: 4 SP] — Confirm?

Confirmed.

He exhaled, a slow smirk blooming.

In his head, he calculated. Four points into Length. He was now 14 cm, decent, respectable, more than enough to catch Lina off guard. 

But as her fingers slid into his waistband and tugged down....

Her breath caught.

A shadow crossed her face.

"W-whoa," she muttered, blinking.

Nash frowned slightly. Then he looked down.

Holy shit.

What he saw staring back up at him was not 14cm. The system's earlier passive bonus, +5 to all stats, had quietly stacked on top of the manual boost.

16cm. Thick, too. Easily 12,9 cm in girth.

It was muscular and veiny, a thick shaft throbbing with life beneath the soft lighting. 

The skin was taut, flushed darker near the base, and a single prominent vein snaked along the length like a ridge of tension. It gave a subtle twitch as Lina's gaze locked on it, her pupils dilating with raw disbelief.

Lina stared, lips parting, her mouth frozen halfway between shock and arousal. 

Her eyes flicked from the base to the tip, measuring the sheer scale, trying to reconcile it with the memory of the day before. 

"What the fuck..." she whispered, half to herself, half to Nash. "It wasn't like that before... what the hell did you do?"

Nash blinked, caught off guard himself but fighting to stay composed. He managed a slow, cocky grin. 

"Guess the first time you caught me off guard. Wasn't exactly at full strength."

She reached out, fingers wrapping around the base instinctively, her hand barely covering half the shaft. Her mouth stayed open as she looked up at him, incredulous. 

"That's not... that's not normal, Nash. This is... are you on some enhancement shit?"

Nash leaned closer, his grin sharpening with a mix of nerves and swagger. "Wanna find out if it's fake? Or if I'm just that good now?"

His voice was low, challenging, teasing. He watched Lina's eyes widen further, her breath catching.

She looked ready to dive in, but before anything more could happen, a shadow fell over them.

They turned.

Sarra stood there, haloed in the soft light, a full bottle of wine in one hand. Her glasses glinted as she adjusted them calmly.

"Don't act scared now," she said, voice smoother than usual. "Your game isn't over."

Without breaking eye contact, she raised the bottle and popped the cork. The wine hissed as she tilted it... and poured it straight down over her head.

Crimson liquid traced down the slope of her collarbones, between the valley of her massive breasts, gliding over her flushed skin. 

Drops clung to her curves, following every line, every swell, before running down her stomach, across her hips, and over the snug waistband of her panties. 

The stream dipped into the small of her back, curving with the arch of her spine, before gliding along the plump rise of her ass. It traced the center, the creases, soaking the fabric and leaving a slick path down the backs of her thighs.

Sarra's expression was hypnotic, part challenge, part beyond arousal, as the wine kept flowing.

The room went utterly still.

Lina's jaw dropped. Nash's pupils blew wide.

Even gravity seemed to pause for a second, just to admire the view.