Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

The three of them stared at Nash like he'd just suggested they all jump off a bridge for fun.

Drex's mouth hung open, Mac's eyes darted between his buddies like he was waiting for someone to call bullshit, and Jinzo... oh, Jinzo's face was a storm of confusion, anger, and something terrible in his eyes that he was trying real hard to bury.

"An... orgy?" Drex finally repeated, his voice cracking like he wasn't sure if he should laugh or swing. "The hell you mean, man? You just drop that like it's casual Friday?"

Nash kept his grin. Friday? Oh boy, it was really Friday for him, no exaggeration.

He spread his arms wide like he was unveiling the most evilest plan ever.

He leaned in a bit more, pulling them into his web.

"Come on, fellas. Think about it. You're pissed at me 'cause I'm chatting up the girls, right? Jaz in the kitchen, Alicia in the hallway... Oh, even Nia by the way. You think I'm stealing your squad? Nah, that's not it. You're mad 'cause you know I'm a girl magnet. Girls flock to me like moths to a flame. And you're right about that. You're always right about that shit, right? Big connoisseurs like you can't be wrong. I mean, look at you three, sharp eyes, reading the room like pros. If you think I'm that guy..."

He pointed a finger to his chest.

"Then yes, I am!"

The boys blinked, their emotions washed by a deep confusion. Nash grinned and pressed on.

"I am a chick magnet, so imagine what a girl magnet will do at the Baby-Boom concert? Packed with fans, vibes electric, music pumping? Alcohol... I'll pull in a crowd for sure. And if you're spot-on about me, and you are, you never wrong folks, then those five Baby-Boom girls? The idols themselves? The sexy girls with perfect face and body... They'll be eyeing me too. Can't be wrong about that, right? 'Cause you boys never miss."

Mac scratched his head, glancing at Drex for backup, but Drex was starting to nod slowly, like the pieces were clicking.

"Wait... so you're saying... we'd get in on that?"

"Exactly," Nash pressed, his tone all smooth sweet, like he was doing them a favor out of the goodness of his heart. "Eight girls total. Five from Baby-Boom, plus our three, Jaz, Alicia, Nia. That's a lot, even for me. I'm just a poor man... I've got one dick, one mouth, two hands... math checks out to satisfying maybe four at a time, tops. Leaves four gorgeous, pent-up women just waiting their turn, frustrated and ready. HOW SHAMEFUL! For lil old me... to let such beautiful PENT-UP women waiting their turn... But do they really have to wait?"

He leaned in closer, Mac gulped.

"Do they? No. And you know why? Because I am me, but you are many. Coincidence? I think not."

He raised on finger and waved it like a weird spaghetti.

"Dick alone... Weak. But dicks together... Strong." He said adding more fingers.

"And that's where you come in. Teamwork, right? I'm not hogging; I'm sharing the wealth. You follow me to that concert, and boom, beautiful women, wild night, everyone's happy. I'm doing you a solid here, fellas. Turning your anger into action. What do you say?"

He let it hang, watching their faces shift. Drex's grin crept back, predatory and excited.

"Shit... eight girls? For real? And Alicia's in too... I mean, yeah, you're a chick magnet, Blaze. We called that from jump. If anyone's pulling idols, it's you. And if there's overflow... hell yeah, count me in."

Mac clapped, rubbing his hands together.

"Damn, man. I thought you were a bastard, I was so wrong about you... Alright, I'm game. Sounds like a win."

Jinzo, though... he was the wildcard. His fists were still clenched, but Nash could see the flush creeping up his neck, the way his eyes darted away like he was fighting something internal.

Nash leaned in just a touch more, voice low and targeted.

"And Jinz... think about Jaz in the mix. All that frustration she's been carrying? In a spot like that, with the energy high, she might finally learn her lesson. Let's show her that you don't play with everything. Crush her, turn her into a moaning mess of flesh, begging for no more."

Jinzo's breath hitched, his body tensing in a way that wasn't just anger anymore.

Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Aaaaah why his words are making me hard?!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!!

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to play it off with a glare, but the reluctance was cracking.

"You're full of shit, Blaze. But... fine. Whatever. If these idiots are in, I'm not bailing. Just... don't think this changes anything."

He brushed it off with a sharp wave, turning on his heel and stalking away fast, like he was afraid anyone would notice the bulge in his pant.

It could have been the first time he would be thankful for having a small size.

Drex and Mac exchanged shrugs, hyped now.

Nash watched them disappear into the shadows of the hangar, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

He smiled at his masterclass in manipulation. He had turned their rage into a ticket to ride.

These guys were primed, territorial, but horny as hell underneath.

With the core trio on board, roping in the rest of the boys was a breeze. A few whispers about the potential "perks," some nods to the music and the scene, and suddenly the whole squad was in.

It was settled: they'd all hit the Baby-Boom concert, tickets in hand, expectations sky-high.

Later that evening, Nash lounged against a stack of crates in the back room, scrolling his phone to kill time.

The quest wasn't over yet, probably he needed to have them all at the concert first. The screen lit up with messages from Sarra, voluptuous Sarra, with curves that could make a man forget his name, probably even edging out Zayela in sheer abundance.

They'd hooked up once or twice, nothing like the others, mostly because she was shy as hell, all soft smiles and caring vibes.

Usually, their chats hit during his post-nut clarity phases, sandwiched between Lina's thirsty pussy and Amara's teasing ass.

She'd ask how he was, tell him he could do whatever, no pressure, like the understanding girlfriend he didn't know he needed.

But tonight? Different vibe. Her texts were more engaged, peppered with emojis and questions that lingered.

[Hey, Nash... been thinking about you. How's your day?]

Then, bolder: [We should hang out soon. Like, properly. A date? If you're free...]

Nash's eyebrow arched. A date? From Sarra? Interesting shift. He looked online about the concert, checking for extra tickets.

One more available, perfect. Maybe invite her along, turn this into even more chaos. But before he could hit buy, the door opened.

Jaz stepped in, and damn if the room didn't heat up ten degrees.

The Amazon goddess were wearing a gym outfit clinging like a second skin: a tight sports bra straining against her gigantic boobs, the fabric stretched thin over those massive, heaving curves, nipples faintly outlined from the cool air.

Low-rise leggings hugged her superb, jiggly ass, the material riding up just enough to tease the eye, her athletic thighs flexing with each step.

Sweat already beaded on her caramel skin from whatever warmup she'd done, making her erotic body glisten under the lights.

Nash's "monster" stirred instantly, waking from its rest, tenting his pants as he gulped.

Huh... I thought you were on sick leave, buddy?

"Hey, Nash," she said, voice a bit breathy, her eyes flicking over him with that mix of shyness and spark. "You free? Thought we could train together. Spot each other, you know?"

Before he could answer, the system gave him a directive

[NEW QUEST: BEAT THE TOMBOY]

Objective:

• Beat Jaz in six different sets of training exercises.

Rewards:

• +5% Affection from Jaz

• Unlock Erotic Weakness Insight (can identify the erogenous zones of a partner)

• +5 Physical Points

• Passive Skill Unlocked: Iron Pump (workout efficiency doubled)

Failure:

• -10% Trust from Jaz

• - 10% Affection from Jaz

Nash grinned inwardly.

Game on.

"Yeah, let's do it."