Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

Jaz scrambled back, her massive body trembling as she sat on the mat, eyes wide with horror at what she'd just done, straddling him, drooling into his mouth like some feral animal.

Her face burned, hands covering her mouth.

"Nash... I... that was... oh god, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. It's like I blacked out or something."

Nash wiped his lips slowly, tasting her saliva, and grinned, propping himself up on his elbows without a hint of shame.

"Hey, easy there, Jaz. No apologies needed. That was... intense. Wished, even. You're a force of nature, girl. If anything, I'm flattered."

He reached out, gently touching her arm, his voice reassuring and steady.

"We're both worked up from the sweat and the grind. Happens to the best of us. No judgment between us, you know a degenerate like me would like that."

She peeked through her fingers, her breath still uneven, but the reassurance eased her a fraction.

Still, the erotic charge hung between them, their bodies slick, scents mingled, her straddling him moments ago with her huge boobs heaving inches from his chest.

Nash could feel the pull, the temptation to push further, to flip her over and give her what her body was screaming for.

But he held back, playing the long game.

Can't take her now. Jinzo's her guy, twisted as that is. At least for now.

Jaz shifted, thighs clenching subtly as she felt the dampness between her legs grow.

He's so calm about it... like he wants more. But he's not pushing. Why? Come on... Make a move on me...

Nash sat up fully, watching her with a smirk. "One last rep? To settle the score."

She hesitated, demotivated, the shame still there. Her eyes dropped to the mat, shoulders slumping.

"Come on," he coaxed. "Arm wrestling. Winner takes all. And if I win... you tell me what's been on your mind these days. Deal?"

Jaz's eyes flicked up. The surprise widening them, then a bit of intrigue, her mind spinning scenarios.

What's on my mind? He knows there's something... But... Wait. Maybe if I could talk about it with someone... But Jinzo...

She nodded slowly, wordless, but the way she bit her lip said she was hooked.

They knelt facing each other on the mat, elbows planted, hands clasped. Nash gripped tight, feeling her massive hand engulf his, strong, hard from whatever street life she'd endured.

He poured everything in from the start, veins bulging, grunting as he pushed. But holy shit, she was a giantess.

Even at full strength, his arm barely budged hers.

Fuck... she's not even trying yet.

He needed this win for the quest. The system rewarded him only after completing the quest, and he hadn't tracked the progress. He should have been around five or six, he needed at least another win to be sure.

Jaz's arm held steady, her face conflicted, brows furrowed, like she realized victory was hers if she wanted.

I could crush him... but do I want to? I want to have someone to hear me out... Hm?... god, his hand feels good too...

Nash's mind raced, arm trembling. Then, an inspiration hit. He leaned in, voice low and threatening.

"Not enough stakes, huh? Fine, let's spice it up: the loser will be at the mercy of the winner. Whatever they want, no objections, no matter how crazy. You ready for that, Jaz?"

A shock of lightning crossed her brain. Her eyes sparked.

Mercy of the winner? Like... like if I lose... he could do anything. To.. to me...

Nash teased further, grinning through the strain.

"And if I win? Oh, girl, hm-hm... the things I'm going to do to you... Jinzo may cry."

Jaz's arm wavered, her pervy fantasies flooding in.

Stripped... begging... tied up? Him... ravaging me... Like Nia... like... like Ali... oh shit, Yes!Yes, please.

She pretended to struggle, letting her arm dip slowly, as if he was overpowering her. Nash blinked.

I'm not even pushing anymore. She's throwing it? But hey, it worked.

With a final "push," her hand hit the mat.

He won.

Jaz caught her breath, still on the mat, then grabbed her arms across her chest, pressing her gigantic boobs together in a spectacular display, cleavage spilling over like an invitation.

On her knees now, she looked up at him shyly, voice low.

"So... what now, Nash? What shameful things are you planning for me? Tell me... please."

Nash leaned over her, his shadow engulfing her towering body, making her feel small despite her size.

He could see the hope in her eyes, the subtle squirm. But instead of diving in, he softened his voice.

"First things first, tell me the whole story. You and Jinzo. What's really going on there?"

Jaz's face fell, disappointment covering her before worry took over. She rocked back on her heels, hugging herself tighter, her massive frame curling in like she wanted to disappear.

"Nash... I can't. It's too embarrassing. Personal. Why do you even care?"

He sat cross-legged in front of her, close enough that their knees brushed.

"Because I see you, Jaz. Frustrated, peeking at shit you shouldn't have to. And after that workout? Come on, spill. I'm not judging. I thought we were buddies."

She shook her head, eyes darting away, fingers twisting in her sports bra strap.

"It's not that simple. Jinzo... he's my boyfriend. Telling you feels like betraying him."

Nash chuckled lightly, reaching out to tilt her chin up gently.

"Betraying? Girl, you're on your knees after drooling on me. We're past that. Plus, mercy of the winner, remember? No objections."

She flushed, but a small smile tugged at her lips.

"You're evil, you know that?"

"Always has been."

She shifted, her jiggly ass settling more comfortably.

"Fine... but promise you won't laugh. Or tell anyone."

"Scout's honor," he said, crossing his heart with a wink.

Jaz took a deep breath, her boobs rising dramatically.

"Okay... it started before the team. I had a... time when I was younger, like most of us. Poor as shit, daddy's a deadbeat, momma is for the street, you get the picture. I'm an idiot, but I had one thing for myself. I grew up quickly, like really shit. Hit 180 cm by 13, with the orb pack too." She held her heavy boobs lightly.

"I developed early, you know? Gigantic boobs, ass that wouldn't quit. Boys stared, men even approached me. Creepy shit. I got harassed, catcalled, and even groped thrice in the train. Made me scared of guys, hid my body in baggy clothes. Felt like a freak... too big, too curvy for my age. Alone a lot, reading mangas to escape. Became a total weeb, dreaming of those romantic heroes."

Nash nodded, listening intently. To him who was lusting on her from day one, it was quite a punch in the guts.

"Then Jinzo showed up. We were both hustling in the same hood. He was this egocentric little guy, always talking big, but... he didn't leer like the others. Approached me normal, like I was a person, not a body. We hung out, shared smokes. He was funny in his cocky way. When Victoria recruited us for the squad recently, she pulled us out of the gutter. It felt like a fresh start. We started dating. He's... protective, in his territorial mode. But he's got this ego... mocks my weeb stuff, calls it 'kid shit.' So I hide it, stuff my mangas under the bed. Even now, we're broke, barely scraping by on squad gigs. No fancy dates or anything."

She paused, fear creeping in, her voice dropping.

"But... the secret. It's horrible to even say. I-I've never... we've never..."

Nash leaned closer, attitude shifting to gentle curiosity.

"Never what?"

Jaz gathered her courage, fists clenching on her thighs.

"I'm... a... big.......... virgin."

He blinked, genuinely surprised. A pervert like her? With that body? Peeking on fucks, masturbating to them? And Jinzo's her boyfriend? Then it clicked—the system information from earlier. Jinzo's cuck fetish, voyeur masochism.

Still, he had to pretend he didn't know.

"Wait... how? If he's your guy..."

She sighed, rolling her eyes but with a sad smile.

"Every time we get close, he pulls this weird foreplay. Wants us to masturbate together, watching each other. Or pulls out these huge sex toys, like you have n idea... massive dildos, vibrators. Spent a fortune on them, like we're eating like one day on two, where the fuck you get that money? What you're using it for?? T'was way more than we can afford. And they looked weird! I refused. Told him I don't want to lose my virginity to a toy in stupid masturbation. I want real... like the others."

Nash tilted his head.

"Like in your mangas?"

Her eyes lit up romantically at first.

"Yeah... sweet at the start. Gentle touches, whispers, building slow. Losing myself in the moment, feeling cherished. It will be painful, but he will hold me in his arms, make me feel protected, say to my ears that it's ok. I would say to him to go, and he would do me... do me so gently... like so slow and soft that it doesn't hurt that much..." Then her voice shifted, her words tumbling with a deeper tone. "But then... my man would apologize... like he's a man, he can't resist that much. He will go rougher. Violent, even. I'll be surprised while you pin me down, ravaging me like a beast, like I owe you money and can't pay back... But you'll tell me I'll pay you one way. First time's the most painful, I won't even have time to accommodate, and you'll go berserk on me, stretching me wide, pounding deep till I'm a screaming mess. You wouldn't care, just destroy me, fill me up till I lose consciousness. Your dick's bulge will be visible through my poor virgin's womb, like in the doujins... How much thrusting, how many positions till I'm broken, blacking out from the ecstasy. I'll pass out, and when I wake up... I'll have you on my face, your dick on my forehead... freaking heavy! And you'll say..."

She pointed a finger at him like a gun, her voice rough to imitate a man.

"Get up, bitch. Gimme your ass. I'll rearrange your guts now."

She drooled with pleasure, then... snapped back to reality. Nash looked at her with big eyes and a gaping mouth.

She facepalmed hard and groaned.

"Oh shit... I went at it again. Sorry... That's also something Jinzo blames me for."Nash laughed lightly, reassuring.

"Hey, no sorry. That's hot as hell. Vivid imagination... I love it."

She peeked through her fingers.

"It's sad, though," he added. "Such a lively girl like you, sex-deprived. Wasting away. If it were me? We'd break a bed. Multiple times."

That triggered her again, her thighs clenching tight, dampness flooding her crotch anew. She squirmed, voice breathy.

"And... what... what would you do to me, exactly?"

Nash brushed it off with a grin.

"Another time, maybe."

He stood now, understanding the full picture, her deprivation, Jinzo's kinks clashing with her dreams.

Jaz's expression turned surprised, then disappointed, her massive frame rising slowly to match, then surpass him.

"Wait... that's it?... Oh... too bad... So... can you keep it secret?" she asked, voice small, twirling her fingers.

"Of course," he reassured, hand on her shoulder.

Then, he smiled wider.

"But good news, you don't have to worry. Your wish might be granted in three days. At the concert."

Her eyes widened, impressed, almost conquered.

"What? How? How will you?"

He leaned in, voice promising.

"Trust me. It'll come true, sweet start, then raw, rough, everything you described. Dream fulfilled. But first... condoms or the pill? I'd suggest the pill. Safer for that kind of night. You never know if your man can reload more than shooting," He winked.

Jaz felt her ovaries doing jumping jacks. Him... making it happen? Oh god...

[QUEST COMPLETED: BEAT THE TOMBOY]

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)