Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 183: Losers

Meanwhile, in another room, far from this heat, Saya smashed the power button so hard the remote bounced off the coffee table and skittered across the floor.

Screen dead, the living room was swallowed by darkness, only the red glow of the microwave clock showing 22:17.

From the bedroom, Roam’s snores rumbled on, like a chainsaw drowning in mud.

She sat frozen on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, heart punching her ribs so hard her teeth chattered.

That wasn’t Nash.

The guy on the replay, the one turning the Baby-Boom girls into a highlight reel of humiliation, that wasn’t the skinny ghost she’d thrown away like trash.

Her Nash had been 164 cm of awkward angles, bony shoulders, and a dick that needed surgery.

He’d missed all the hints she had showed him, not like she would have let him hit anyway, and he used to apologize for accidentally touching her, or asking permission to touch her tits like she might say no.

That was Nash, her Nash.

Not this.

Not shoulders that filled the frame.

Not arms thick with new muscle.

Not a face that looked... handsome now? Sharp jaw, calm eyes, that stupid little smirk that made the camera zoom in like he was a movie star and her heart skip a beat.

Saya’s stomach twisted.

She lurched off the couch, bare feet slapping cold tile, pacing the tiny living room like a trapped animal.

Three steps to the wall, spin, three steps back.

Nails dug into her palms until they stung.

Fake. It has to be fake.

Deepfake. Editing. Steroids. Surgery. Something.

But the scoreboard didn’t lie.

Blacklist crushed them.

Nash ran the show, and Jaz had hugged him like her most important thing.

Her throat burned.

She stopped in front of the cracked mirror over the TV stand.

Same face stared back: sharp cheekbones, full lips, blonde ponytail frizzed from restless sleep.

Still pretty. Still the girl guys begged Roam to share.

But the reflection looked... smaller.

She leaned in until her breath fogged the glass.

"If you were always this good," she hissed, "why the fuck did you let me think you were nothing?"

She dropped back onto the couch like her legs had given up.

The phone screen lit her face in cold blue.

She opened XXX, the Underground’s favorite gossip pit.

The front page was already on fire.

#1 trending thread:

"Light & Shadow Duo just murdered Baby-Boom – full highlights"

12k likes · 3k comments · 400k views

Pinned clip: Nash threading a no-look dime through Kai, Aiko and Miko, straight into Jaz’s hands for a one-handed poster.

Caption: "He sees the future, she breaks the present. Duo of the year"

Saya’s thumb scrolled so fast the screen blurred.

- "Nash carrying a whole team on his back again, man’s a walking cheat code"

- "Jaz jumping out the gym, Nash feeding her like he’s reading her mind. Light & Shadow undefeated"

- "That guy can pass, shoot, dribble. How tf you beat someone like that?"

- "Baby-Boom got cooked. Rei looked lost out there lmao"

- "Someone leak the locker-room footage I need to see how they celebrate😭🔥"

She kept going, breath getting shorter with every post.

Another thread exploded:

"Post-game tunnel theory: Nash getting MOBBED"

Grainy phone vid: three girls swarming him the second the buzzer rang, hands everywhere, jerseys half-off, laughing, jumping on him like he was the trophy.

Jaz lifting him clean off the ground, Alicia kissing his cheek, Nia grinding on his back.

The caption in bold red:

"Someone’s getting LUCKY tonight – Nash about to break more than records."

Likes: 28k and climbing.

Comments pouring in faster than she could read.

- "I volunteer as tribute"

- "I’d let him rearrange my guts fr"

- "Baby-Boom singing for that dick now? 😂"

- "Bet he’s piping the whole roster before sunrise"

Saya’s vision tunneled.

Her fingers moved before her brain caught up.

@UndergroundQueen69

"This is bullshit. Nash was a weak shrimp with a baby dick. They’ll be desperate if they try riding that. Y’all hyping trash."

Send.

The replies hit instantly.

- "lmao salty guy detected"

- "bro called himself underground queen💀"

- "baby dick cope harder king"

- "projection level 9000"

- [gif of a tiny shrimp wearing a crown]

- "keep crying lil bro, the king is eating your oshi"

She refreshed.

50 new replies in ten seconds.

Her face burned hotter than the phone screen. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She typed again, thumbs shaking.

@UndergroundQueen69

"I’m a girl you idiots!!! And I HAD him first!! He was NOTHING before!!"

Instant pile-on.

- "sure jan 👌"

- "girl or not you still coping"

- "had him first and still lost him LMAOOOO"

- "queen of the shrimp dynasty 👑🍤"

Saya stared at it until her eyes watered.

She refreshed one more time.

Top reply now:

"Girl, if he was baby dick why you typing like your pussy still hurts from missing him?"

The phone almost slipped from her fingers She was already typing the next nuclear take when the notification slid down and she opened it accidentally.

Private message – Coach "Old Man" Vargas

"Room 412. Door’s open. Bring that tight ass."

Her stomach dropped.

Before she could swipe it away another bubble popped up.

"Damn girl, answered in 0.2 seconds? Been waiting for me huh?

Pills this time. I’m fresh out of condoms and you know how I get."

The phone slipped from her fingers and cracked against the coffee table.

She stared at the glowing screen like it had grown teeth.

Roam’s snores kept rumbling from the bedroom didn’t even pause.

Saya’s voice cracked the silence.

"FUCK ALL OF YOU!"

She screamed it at the walls, at the phone, at the dark TV still reflecting her red face, at Roam sleeping, at Nash’s ghost smirk burned into her brain.

Back in the locker room, Nash sat on the bench like a king who’d just conquered the world, legs spread wide, sweat still dripping from his jaw.

Kai and Hina were on their knees between his thighs, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, faces flushed and shining under the pink lights.

Their tongues worked in perfect sync, one long, slow lick up each side of his cock, meeting at the swollen head in a wet swirl before sliding back down.

Saliva and pre-cum glazed their lips, dripping in strings every time they pulled away to breathe.

Nash’s hands rested easy in their hair, fingers tangled in Kai’s short black strands and Hina’s messy yellow waves, guiding without forcing, just feeling.

Miko straddled his right thigh, her tiny body trembling, glasses fogged.

Her pussy grinding slow circles on the hard muscle, leaving shiny trails of cum and her squirt with every roll of her hips.

Alicia mirrored her on the left, freckled tits bouncing as she humped his other thigh, moaning softly every time her clit dragged across the sweat-slick skin.

Nia pressed against his back, full tits squished flat to his shoulder blades, nipples dragging as she rolled her whole body against him like a cat in heat.

She tugged his head sideways by the hair, claimed his mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, tongue shoving in hungry, swallowing his groan while her hips ground her cunt against the small of his back.

Jaz lounged sideways next to him, one thick thigh draped over his lap, the other stretched out long.

She watched the whole show with a lazy, affectionate grin, eyes half-lidded, fingers idly tracing circles on his chest.

More giggles echoed from the doorway.

The Baby-Boom subs spilled in, five of them, already peeling jerseys over their heads, sports bras hitting the floor in a pink-and-white pile.

Shorts dropped next, panties following, until they stood naked and eager, circling closer with hungry little laughs.

Jaz chuckled low, voice rough from screaming.

"You’re in for a ride tonight," she murmured, amused.

Her gaze drifted, lazy and satisfied...and locked on the doorway.

Jinzo stood there, still as stone.

Eyes wide, face pale, mouth open like the air had been punched out of him.

He didn’t move, just stared at Jaz, naked, glowing, curled against Nash like she belonged there, while four other girls worshipped the man who’d taken everything from him.

Jaz’s smile vanished like someone had flipped a switch.

The warmth drained from her golden eyes, replaced by something flat and cold.

She stood off the bench in one slow motion.

Cum leaked from her cunt with every step, thick white ropes splattering the tile in wet plops that echoed louder than the giggles had.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

She walked straight to Jinzo, cum still running down her inner thighs in slow, obscene rivers.

She stopped a foot away.

Jinzo couldn’t look up past her knees.

His shorts were soaked front and back, dark stain spreading, cock twitching uselessly in the fabric like it didn’t know the party was over.

Jaz stared down at him.

"Look at me."

He flinched, but his eyes crawled up, past the cum dripping off her pussy lips, past the handprints on her hips, past her tits still heaving from the ride, until they met hers.

She didn’t blink.

"This what you wanted, right?"

A single drop fell from her folds and splattered on his shoe.

"You kept me ’pure’ all this time so you could jerk off to the idea of me. Congratulations. Now you’ve got the live show. Front-row seat. 4K. No cuts."

Jinzo’s mouth worked, but nothing came out except a cracked whisper.

"J-Jaz... Stop that shit... now. Let’s go home... please..."

She laughed once.

"Home?"

She glanced down at the wet patch on his shorts, lip curling in genuine disgust.

"You came in your pants watching another man breed me, and you think I’m walking out that door with you?"

His voice cracked higher, desperate.

"You’re my girlfriend—"

"Was."

She stepped closer, close enough the heat rolling off her skin hit his face.

"Girlfriend? Really? Don’t you have any shame? You’re disgusting. Who would want a boyfriend with a cuck fetish? I’m Nash’s now."

Then she cupped her own tits, heavy, perfect, still flushed and marked with Nash’s fingerprints, and squeezed hard.

"This body? These tits you never touched? This pussy you kept ’pure’ while you jerked off? It’s Nash’s now. Every inch. Every hole. Every fantasy you ever had while you watched from the corner like a creep."

Jinzo’s mouth opened. A broken sound crawled out.

"B... Babe..."

She sighed.

"Jin..."

She grabbed his chin, forced his eyes up to meet hers.

"You wanted to jerk off to me? Fine. You can jerk off."

She shoved him backward with one palm flat on his chest, casual, like swatting a fly.

Jinzo stumbled into the hallway, knees buckling, shorts soaked darker at the front from the fresh, pathetic spurt her words dragged out of him.

Jaz followed just far enough to grip the door handle.

"From now on, you jerk off to the memory.

Because I don’t want you to watch us anymore."

She slammed the door so hard the frame rattled.

Click.

Lock.

Inside, the locker room exhaled.

Jaz turned, cum still dripping down her thighs in slow, obscene rivers, and walked back to Nash like a queen returning to her throne.

She dropped to her knees between his spread legs, nudged Kai and Hina aside with her shoulder, and took his cock straight down her throat in one slow, possessive glide.

The girls watched, stunned for half a second... then swarmed back in, hungrier than before.

Outside, Jinzo slid down the door until his ass hit the puddle Jaz had left on the floor.

He stayed there, soaked in it, staring at the wall while the wet sounds started up again behind him.

This time, louder.

And this time, forever out of reach.