Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

The day passed in a succession of squad drills, light jokes, and the hype for the Baby-Boom concert.

Nash had managed it; everyone agreed to go, tickets in hand, the crew happy like they'd struck gold.

Even the ones who first refused gave in after learning rumors of a wild night sealing the deal. As evening came, most had wrapped up to head out for their world of darkness, but Nash stopped at the entrance of the hangar, opening his system screen to spend the daily points he had saved.

[DOMINANCE EVOLUTION SYSTEM]

Tier: Semi-Pro

Class: Dominator

Edge Status: Overclocked

Reputation: Rising Underground Legend

Basketball Stats

Agility: 91

Reflex: 84

Strength: 71

Stamina: 87

Focus: 95

Court Sense: 100 (MAXED)

Short Shot: 74

Long Shot: 62

Dunk Ability: 49

Defense: 68

Passing: 100 (MAXED)

Rebound: 72

Movement IQ: 91

Body Stats

Height: 185 cm

Weight: 80 kg

Frame: Lean (High Density+++)

Muscle Mass Index: 84 / 100

Flexibility: 88 / 100

Recovery Speed: 94 / 100

Visual Impact Rating: ★★★★★

Length: 22.8 cm

Girth: 16.4 cm

Seduction Stats

Charisma: 91

Virility: 73

Endurance: 61

Tease: 76

Domination: 71

Control: 92

Points & Resources

SP: 9

PP: 0

BP: 12

Credits: 167,240C

Nash leaned back, satisfied with the progress.

Not bad. Agility and focus are peaking. Body's holding strong. I think I can stop growing my dick now, that length and girth won't fit everywhere.

He pondered allocation: Dump the 9 SP into Virility to push it to 82, bolstering his seduction edge. The 12 BP? Split evenly, 6 into Strength (to 77) and 6 into Endurance (to 67). Credits stayed banked for now; no immediate upgrades jumped out.

Good. Now what? My dailies are cleared except that seduction quest. Flirted with Nia earlier, Jaz in the gym... one more target to hit the trifecta.

Before he could scheme further, a void echoed from behind

"Nash? Good to see you here."

He turned around, and there she stood, Daliah, the shadow to Victoria's blade. Stunning as ever, she was wearing a long-sleeved dress hugging her curves, the deep V-neck teasing cleavage, and that high slit on the left flashing thigh with every step.

"Well," she said. "Impressive work with the invitations. The squad's morale is up, team bonding at its finest. Victoria's pleased you're stepping up as a leader. It's... refreshing."

Nash flashed his trademark grin, playing along.

"Yeah, figured a night out would tighten things. Music, vibes, keeps everyone sharp on the court. Glad it's landing well."

She nodded, a subtle smile on her soft pink lips, wry, like she saw through the bullshit but appreciated the hustle.

"Indeed. And speaking of the concert, there are some unexpected highlights about Baby-Boom you should know. Victoria wants to brief you personally. Follow me to her office?"

Highlights? This oughta be good.

Nash trailed her through the hangar corridors, the click of her heels echoing like a countdown. They entered Victoria's office, minimalist, all glass and steel, with a massive desk near the window.

Victoria lounged behind it, impassive as ever.

"Nash, sit," she commanded lightly, gesturing to the plush chair opposite. "Drink? Whiskey, soda? You look like you could unwind."

He settled in, accepting a tumbler of whiskey on the rocks.

"Appreciate it. But cut the suspense, what's so important it needs me liquored up?"

Victoria chuckled, leaning back, her eyes appraising him like a prized asset.

"Nothing hard, at least for you. And speaking of hard..." She snapped her fingers crisply.

Daliah, standing dutifully at her side, opened the leather-bound book she'd been holding, flipping to pages of glossy photos: stunning women in various poses, profiles attached like a high-end catalog. Models, influencers, all top-tier.

"You seem a little stiff, Nash," Victoria purred. "Haven't enjoyed the Midnight rest yet, have you? Consider this a gift. Pick one, they're vetted, discreet. She'll keep you company while we talk business. Motivation, right?"

Nash's jaw tightened.

Secrets and games now? Does she think I'm a horse at her disposition? Always dangling carrots. Fine, let's play.

He set the glass down with a deliberate clink, eyes locking on Victoria's.

"Appreciate the offer, but nah. Got my eyes on someone else right here."

Victoria's brow arched, intrigued. Daliah froze mid-page, golden eyes widening slightly, a rare crack in her composure.

"Oh?" Victoria leaned forward. "Do tell."

Nash's gaze shifted to Daliah.

"Her. Daliah. If we're talking business, might as well make it... personal."

The room tensed. Victoria's lips curved into a predatory smile, surprised but pleased, like she'd expected his boldness eventually.

"Interesting choice, Nash. Daliah?"

Daliah nodded slightly, she met his eyes.

"As you wish..."

She started to undo the buttons of her dress, fingers precise, the V-neck deepening to reveal more cleavage.

Nash held up a hand.

"Stop. I prefer doing it my way."

She paused, then nodded, kneeling gracefully before him, elegant even in submission.

Her hands moved to his zipper, freeing his monster cock. It sprang out, 22.8 cm of throbbing length and 16.4 cm girth, veins pulsing.

Daliah's eyes widened genuinely.

"It's... grown. Impressive."

Nash smirked, resuming his talk with Victoria as if nothing changed.

"So, about this business?"

Victoria watched with amusement, unfazed.

"Our next opponent, the team's sponsored by Apex Labels, the outfit behind Baby-Boom. And get this: The idols themselves are on the roster. Playing ball, Nash. Talented bunch, but more than that, they're strategic."

Daliah leaned in, her soft pink lips parting to envelop the head of his cock. A quiet slurp filled the air as she took him in, her tongue tracing the underside slowly, adjusting to the girth that stretched her mouth wider than ever.

She bobbed once, twice, her cheeks hollowing with a soft suck, saliva building as she pulled back with a wet pop, then dove again, glrk, a subtle gag as the thickness hit the back of her throat.

Nash's hand rested casually on her head, guiding without force, his voice steady.

"Strategic how? You want me scouting?"

"Exactly," Victoria replied, sipping her own drink. "Use your talents, the to pull women. Get close to Baby-Boom at the concert. Intel on their plays, weaknesses. But watch yourself, they've got a rep for manipulating opponents. Mind games, seduction traps. Don't fall in."

Daliah's pace quickened slightly, her lips sliding down further now, slurping along the shaft as she twisted her head side to side, tongue flicking the veins.

Glug, glug—she deepthroated a bit more, her throat contracting around him, but she held her composure, just focused suction, cheeks puffing out as she held him deep before retreating with a slick trail.

Nash barely shifted, his control was on another level, eyes on Victoria.

"Understood. Spy op via charm. I can handle that. Their rep... examples?"

"Rumors of honey traps, luring players into scandals, psyching them out pre-game. One team lost focus after a 'private meet' turned viral. Stay sharp."

Daliah pulled off with a gasp, catching her breath, but her golden eyes betrayed a flicker, trying to contain it.

She licked the length from base to tip, slow and deliberate, then engulfed him again, bobbing deeper, glrk, glrk, her hands joining now to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach.

Saliva dripped onto his balls, and she massaged them gently, but a tiny whimper escaped her, muffled around his girth, light, almost inaudible, as the stretch built heat in her womb.

Nash threaded his fingers through her silver bob more firmly, then pulled her up by the chin, her lips swollen and glistening.

"Enough. Main event."

He guided her to straddle him in the chair, facing him, her dress hiking up via the high slit, exposing toned thighs and lace panties shoved aside.

She sank down slowly, her pussy parting around his head, then inching lower, stretching wide, wider than she remembered, the girth forcing her walls to yield with a wet schlick.

Daliah bit her lip, suppressing a sound, her hands on his shoulders for balance as she settled fully, her ass cheeks pressing against his lap.

He held her by the hips at first, thumbs circling her skin through the fabric, sending sparks up her spine.

She began to ride, slow rolls at the start, her pussy clenching around him with each lift and drop.

Squish, squish, the juices coated him as she adjusted. Nash's expression stayed neutral, voice calm.

"Get names, plays, anything. Report back post-concert. Alright, it seems doable."

Victoria nodded.

"Knew you were the man for it."

Daliah's movements grew smoother, her dress's V-neck gaping with the bounce, boobs spilling free, perky and full, nipples hardening as they brushed his chest.

She ground down harder now, feeling the length hit deep, a light moan slipping out, "Mmm..." soft at first, her composure cracking as she tried to stifle it, focusing on the rhythm.

Nash shifted his hands to her ass, squeezing the cheeks, pulling them apart slightly for deeper access, his fingers digging in just enough to make her shudder.

The touch drove her madder, her hips bucking faster, pussy squeezing him like a glove—slap, slap—the skin meeting with wet impacts.

She leaned forward, her sleek bob falling into her face, moans growing open now.

"Ah... Aah..." breathier, uncontrolled, as the girth stretched her relentlessly, hitting spots that made her vision blur.

He's... barely moving. So cocky... just because of this enormous... ah... absurd cock... mmm...

Her thoughts fractured through the moans, her body betraying her calm facade, riding wilder, ass jiggling in his grip.

Nash thrust up once, casual, meeting her descent, and she gasped louder, nails digging into his shoulders.

He varied his moves, slow grinds when she dropped, then sharp upward snaps, his control driving her edges without breaking a sweat.

Daliah's moans turned raw.

"Oh... fuck... deeper..."—her pussy fluttering, clenching hard as the build crested.

"Mission accepted," Nash said finally, his eyes locked on Victoria.

At those words, Daliah shattered, her orgasm ripping through, body arching back as she cried out, pussy spasming around him in waves, squirting lightly onto his lap, her thighs quivering uncontrollably.

Daliah collapsed forward against Nash's shoulder, her sleek platinum bob disheveled for the first time he could remember, strands sticking to her sweat-glistened forehead.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, golden eyes hazy and half-lidded, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax

Nash gave her ass a squeeze before smirking at Victoria.

"Intel incoming. Anything else?"

She confirmed with a smile.

"That's all. Good work."

Nash gave Daliah's cheek a quick slap.

"Alright then," he said. "Time to get serious."