My Infinite Investment System

Luca repeated the same finishing gesture from a sponsor reel while sixty seconds burned above the Bronze Cup floor.

Two fingers brushed the Apex leader’s cuff before his weight settled onto his back heel.

The movement looked elegant for cameras, yet it warned Bianca which pylon her captain planned to abandon.

"Jun, reverse the sponsor close," he said as the final exchange began, "Nia takes center, Mika waits right."

The scout pushed his glasses higher and asked, "That leaves you visible for how long?"

"Nine seconds."

Apex moved exactly as the archived reel promised, building a silver corridor behind Darius while Emil faked toward the open lane.

Bianca waited to punish whoever chased Emil, but Ryan entered the exposed ring instead.

She crossed one resin barrier, both mana blades unfolding as Luca committed toward Mika on the opposite side.

"Now," he called while his finger cut across the center route.

Jun reversed before Bianca’s landing, slipping behind Emil as Nia struck Darius’s barrier from its unsupported edge.

The silver corridor folded inward.

Mika cleared the right wall in one low vault and met Luca inside his chosen pylon.

Her palm struck his shoulder with a quiet impact that still lifted both boots beyond the ring.

**Northstar possession**

Ryan held left while Jun crossed center, forcing every Apex camera to choose the wrong useful space.

Bianca reached him with seven seconds remaining while Guard stayed silent beneath his aching wrist.

He watched her hips, moved before either edge turned, then sacrificed his jacket to the first blade.

Ryan caught her weapon wrist, then stepped on the loose end of her capture strap when she rotated toward him.

Her stance shortened by ten centimeters as he turned beyond the second blade before their pylon completed its count.

**Northstar 8 | Apex 8**

Luca shoved Mika from her circle with twenty-two seconds left while Darius peeled away from Nia to support him.

Ryan recognized the sponsor finish entering its final phase, with Apex stacking one side while Emil delayed Jun at center.

"Give them the outer ring," he said while pointing toward the middle, "collapse through me."

Mika yielded without arguing as Nia led with the tower shield, carrying Darius outside while Jun crossed beneath the protected edge.

Emil fired his capture wire.

Ryan caught it around his bandaged forearm, wrapped once, then pulled the scout into the shield’s path.

Nia stopped the metal face within one centimeter of Emil’s nose, making the scout drop without being struck.

Mika entered the center ring last, current moving over both shoulders while Luca understood the trap too late.

Three seconds remained.

Bianca threw one mana blade toward Mika’s back, putting a red route across the air before the weapon left her hand.

Spark Step cracked beneath Ryan.

He crossed four safe meters, struck the blade sideways with both forearms, then hit the resin beside the ring.

The horn sounded above him.

**Northstar 9 | Apex 8**

Silence held for half a breath before the crowd began chanting the ruined nightclub guild’s name.

Mika stared at Ryan on the floor with her mouth open until a real smile took her whole face.

Amara reached him before the Cup medics, inspected the shallow cut, then said, "Sit for twenty minutes without pulling this dressing."

"All of it?" Mika asked while her eyes stayed on the blood.

The healer sealed the wound and tapped the fresh bandage.

"I decide when care ends, so yes, the full wait."

Mika waited eighteen.

The recovery-suite door locked behind them while cedar soap fought the sharper smells of antiseptic and dried arena sweat.

A narrow bench ran beneath a mirrored supply cabinet, leaving three steps between it and the metal panel.

Mika placed both palms against it as one slow breath lifted her shoulders.

Ryan remained behind her, jacket torn at one side while the new dressing pulled beneath his sleeve.

"Turn around," he said.

She obeyed with enough care to make the movement feel like a dare.

Her pupils were wide beneath lowered lids, while her mouth remained red from the victory kiss.

"You let Bianca put a blade here," she said as one finger traced the air beside his throat, "then you told me to keep scoring."

"You listened."

Mika caught his shirt beneath the collar and replied, "I hated every second."

"You still listened."

She pulled him close until their mouths nearly touched and asked, "Do you need praise for that?"

Ryan held her gaze and said, "Tell me what you came here asking for."

The performance vanished as her attention dropped to his hands, then returned carrying less confidence and more heat.

"I want you angry," she said, spacing every word carefully, "I want you rough, with marks below the Cup neckline."

He held her wrist without tightening his fingers while she added, "No hands around my throat."

"Stop word?"

"Red."

He released her and said, "Remove the regulator harness yourself."

Her chin lifted, but the buckles opened with steady fingers before she placed the harness inside the padded cabinet.

The regulator remained protected under its skin patch while the pathway stayed visibly calm.

"Any pathway restriction?" he asked.

She rolled her left shoulder once and replied, "Stable, but no current against my chest."

Ryan caught her hips, turned them, then put her back against the door hard enough to make its latch jump.

Air left her in one broken "hah."

The sound changed his grip.

His thumbs pressed into the muscle above her ass while he watched for fear, pain, or a performance built to hide either.

Mika hooked one leg around his thigh instead, dragging them together until his hard cock pressed through both uniforms.

"That was careful," she whispered as her fingers entered his hair, "I asked for angry."

He pinned her wrists above her head with his uninjured hand.

The movement stretched her shirt across her breasts, taking away the leverage from her lifted leg.

Her teasing smile survived until Ryan ground his hips into her.

"You knew Luca had the archive," he said beside her ear, "you let me enter that room without telling me."

She swallowed and replied, "I wanted to fix it before you had to."

"You hide something like that again, we fight with clothes on."

The blunt sentence pulled a quiet sound from her throat, which seemed to surprise her more than him.

Ryan bit the side of her neck below the permitted line.

Her answer fractured into a trapped "mmh" while her wrists pushed once against his hand.

He loosened immediately.

She followed the retreat instead of taking her arms back, pressing both wrists into his palm.

"More," she said.

Ryan bit lower, then sucked until a dark mark rose beneath her uniform seam.

Her thigh tightened around his leg while a pink thread crossed the door, too weak to become a discharge.

He released her wrists and said, "Shirt off."

Mika pulled the fabric overhead, hair falling across one eye when the collar caught her ear.

The clumsy second spoiled her intended stare, pulling one breathless laugh from her as she threw the shirt toward the bench.

Ryan turned her toward the door and placed both palms against the cool metal.

He dragged her pants over her ass, taking the underwear with them until the clothing gathered above her knees.

Her cunt was wet enough to shine along the lips.

The cabinet reflected her looking back over one shoulder, chin low beneath tight lids while her mouth stayed open around a held breath.

That deliberate gaze made Ryan grip her hip harder, which she noticed before saying, "Talk to me like you did out there."

He opened his pants with one hand as his cock pressed against her ass, then she rubbed her wet cunt along the underside.

Mika tore a condom from the supply drawer, rolled it over him, then returned both palms to the door.

Ryan caught her hair near the base, keeping the hold away from her scalp.

"You do not hide danger so I can feel safe," he said while guiding the head between her lips, "I decide what scares me."

Her fingers spread against the door as she replied, "Then decide faster."

He pushed inside.

Her cunt opened around the first thick stretch while the metal carried her sharp "ah" back toward them.

Ryan stopped halfway, studying pleasure tighten the corners of her eyes in the reflection.

"Pain?" he asked without moving deeper.

Mika pushed backward and took the rest of his cock in one impatient motion.

Her ass met his hips while the reply became a low moan trapped behind closed lips.

Ryan wrapped one arm around her waist, pulled her upright, then set a hard pace that shook the door beneath both palms.

Each thrust drove deep at the downward angle, pressing into the sensitive inner curve before withdrawing nearly to the head.

Her sounds changed with the geometry, open breaths on deeper strokes and nasal cries whenever his hips struck her ass.

Mika kept her gaze on him through the cabinet until Ryan caught her chin, turning it toward the metal to remove the managed image.

"You chose the reflection," he said as her next moan grew louder.

"I was watching you."

He slowed until every stroke became an answer she could not hurry.

She pushed backward for the pace he withheld, taking control through need until he caught both hips.

"Ask," he said while holding the withheld pace.

Pride held her silent for two strokes while her thighs began trembling beneath the effort.

"Fuck me harder," she said, turning enough for one eye to find him, "please."

Ryan drove in deep, pulling a full cry from her before she trapped it against her forearm.

He drew both wrists behind her back with one hand, then bent her enough to shorten every thrust.

His balls struck beneath her cunt while the bench rattled against the wall.

Mika lost consonants first.

"Ah, hah, fuck, Ry..."

He slapped her ass beneath the uniform line, leaving a red print across the skin she had offered.

Ryan waited through her startled inhale while his palm rested against the heat.

She looked back with a crooked smile, eyes bright with something far too private for the arena outside.

"Again," she said.

He struck the other cheek, then ran his palm over the mark while her cunt clenched around him.

The involuntary squeeze dragged a groan from his chest, which Mika answered by pulling one wrist free to catch his hip.

"Mine too," she said.

Ryan released her arms and turned her carefully, keeping his cock inside until she faced him with one thigh supported over his elbow.

Her back met the door while he entered deeper from the changed angle.

"Say it clearly," he said as his supporting arm tightened beneath her thigh.

The competitiveness drained from her expression as she pressed her forehead against his.

"You are mine," she whispered, "I am yours, and I do not mean the guild."

"Good."

Ryan kissed her while thrusting upward, rough pace held inside a careful grip that never loaded the regulator.

She moaned into his mouth until her teeth caught his lower lip, then shifted her hips to grind her clit against his pelvis.

The movement gave her control of the pressure while his cock filled her on every upward drive.

Her head tapped the door, so Ryan moved his palm behind it before the next thrust.

The protection closed her eyes for one beat before they reopened, suddenly quiet as every muscle tightened around his hips.

Her climax arrived in deep pulses that squeezed his dick hard enough to steal the pace from him.

Ryan held her through the first wave, then lost his restraint on the next.

He buried himself completely as cum filled the condom in thick pulses, each one answered by another contraction around his cock.

His breath broke against her shoulder while both thighs shook beneath their shared weight.

Mika kept her arms around his neck without pulling, holding him near while aggression drained into effort.

Ryan lowered her after his legs steadied, then withdrew as her wetness followed along her inner thigh.

The marks across her ass remained beneath the uniform line.

She checked both in the cabinet mirror, then found the bite near her collarbone.

"You listened," she said.

"Every second."

The answer made her perfectly still before one hand caught his wrist.

Mika took medical gauze from the supply drawer, cleaned herself without making the moment a joke, then passed him a second square.

Ryan wiped the cum from his cock before fastening his pants.

"I am not calling this casual tomorrow," she said as the final buckle clicked, "or when cameras make it inconvenient."

He left the discarded wrapper crooked on the bench and replied, "Neither am I."

A hard knock struck the metal door while Leire spoke from the corridor.

"Northstar, do not leave the recovery floor," she called, "Cup officials placed the final result under review."