Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

Nash arrived at the Level 4 station.

The place looked rough and dirty; the walls were covered in old graffiti and cracks, the floor was wet from leaks somewhere above, and neon signs flickered and buzzed, giving off a weak red and blue light.

People moved fast, workers going home, kids running around, a few drunks leaning on walls. Everyone wore cheap jackets or hoodies, and most had tired faces.

A train rolled in with a loud screech. The brakes hissed, and the doors slid open. A big crowd poured out, people pushing each other, talking loudly, some laughing, some cursing.

The station speaker crackled with a rough voice: "Next train to Level 7 leaves in three minutes. Platform 3."

Nash kept walking, eyes scanning the crowd. He needed to find Lina quickly.

Then he saw her. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Lina stood with her back against a pillar, one boot propped up behind her. She was scrolling on her phone, not paying attention to anything around her.

Three street thugs stood in front of her, circling like wolves. They were typical Underground trash: baggy hoodies, cheap gold chains, pants sagging low.

The tallest one had a shaved head and a scar across his eyebrow. The second was shorter, twitchy, always licking his lips. The third was stocky, grinning like an idiot.

The tallest leaned in close and said something in a low voice, but Lina didn’t even look up.

Typical scene down there, it was easy to understand why those guys were bothering her. For the occasion, the girl had chosen to become a spectacle in her own right.

Her black crop top was so short it barely covered the bottoms of her boobs, voluptuous, way more than what he remembered, straining the fabric.

That little black beauty mark sat right above her left nipple, like a fucking bullseye. Her pink twin-tails hung loose, framing her face, and her pleated skirt was stupidly short, riding high on her thick thighs.

Every time she shifted her weight, the hem of her skirt lifted just enough to reveal smooth skin and another small beauty mark on the inside of her thigh, enough to make any man lose his head.

The street thugs had hit the jackpot.

"Yo, look at those fat fucking tits, man," the twitchy one said. "Bet they bounce like crazy when she’s getting railed."

The stocky one laughed, eyes glued to her chest.

"Check that beauty mark above her nipple. That’s where you start sucking, bro. Nature’s telling us where to put our mouths."

The tall one leaned in closer, his breath stinking of cheap beer.

"So what about that other mark on her inner thigh? Shit, that’s pointing straight to her wet cunt. Girl’s basically screaming ’come fuck me.’ lol."

They snickered like horny kids who just found their dad’s porn stash.

Lina didn’t look up once. She kept scrolling, thumb moving slowly, ignoring them completely.

The twitchy one got bolder. He reached out to touch her arm.

"Come on, slut, stop playing. You look like you’re into it. Let’s go somewhere quiet. We’ll stuff you full, make those tits bounce for real."

Lina finally lifted her eyes, just enough to glare.

"You bastard, touch me again, and I’ll break your fucking hand off," she said, voice flat and mean.

The tall one laughed louder.

"Feisty bitch. Makes it better when you break. Bet your cunt’s tight as hell."

He stepped forward, hand going for her hip.

That’s when Nash moved.

He walked up behind them, a silent 191 cm of solid muscle filling the space. His shadow fell over the three rats before they even noticed him.

They froze when they felt it, the weight of something bigger, stronger, standing right there.

Nash didn’t say a word. He just stared down at them, eyes empty, face blank. The kind of look that said he could snap their necks without losing sleep over it.

Lina glanced up from her phone. Her face lit up the second she saw him. She pushed off the pillar, stepped around the thugs like they were dirt, and wrapped both arms around Nash’s neck, pressing her tits hard against his chest.

"Hey, baby," she said, voice suddenly sweet and loud. "These dumb fucks were bothering me. Thought you’d never show up."

She shot the three rats a mocking little smile over her shoulder.

The thugs looked at Nash. They saw the broad shoulders, the thick arms, the threatening height. They swallowed hard.

The tall one tried to laugh it off.

"We were just talking, man. No harm."

Nash didn’t answer. Whatever could come from him now, after seeing this scene, could put someone in the hospital and another one in jail, probably.

The twitchy one backed up first.

"Yeah, uh, we’re good. Have a good night."

They turned and walked away fast, shoulders hunched.

The stocky one lagged behind, eyes dropping to Lina’s skirt as she turned back to Nash. The hem flipped up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of smooth skin, the edge of her ass barely visible.

His face fell, as he’d just realized what he’d missed out on.

"Fuckin’ lucky bastard," he muttered, then hurried after the others.

Lina laughed softly against Nash’s neck.

"You didn’t even have to say anything. That’s hot. I love it when you get all possessive and scary."

Her fingers slid down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his hoodie, then hooked into his waistband, tugging playfully.

"You made me so wet just watching," she whispered, pressing her thigh between his legs. "Look at me. I’m practically dripping down my thighs already."

Nash slid both hands down her back, palms flat on her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp and arch into him. He leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

"You liked that, huh?" he murmured. "Me handling your little problem without even opening my mouth."

Lina shivered, nodding fast.

"Mmm, yes. So fucking hot. You’re mine, and they knew it the second you showed up. I love being your girl when you’re like this."

She pushed up on her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth, then nipped his bottom lip. Her hands roamed lower, cupping his cock through his joggers, giving it a slow squeeze.

"Come on... Just take me somewhere and fuck me already," she breathed against his lips. "I need your cock inside me. Now."

Nash caught her wrists, pinned them behind her back with one hand, and used the other to grab a handful of her ass again. He yanked her tighter against him so she could feel how hard he was.

"Not yet," he said. "We have things to do, remember? I’ve got shit to handle."

Lina pouted, but her eyes sparkled with that mischievous heat she always got when he told her no.

"You’re seriously making me wait? After you just saved me from those losers? That’s cruel."

She wiggled her hips, grinding her bare cunt against his thigh, leaving a slick trail on his joggers.

"Look how wet I am for you," she whined. "Feel it. Touch me. Please, baby."

Nash slid his free hand between her thighs, fingers brushing her soaked folds. She was dripping, hot, slick, clit already swollen. He rubbed slow circles over it once, making her moan low in her throat.

"You’ll get every inch later," he promised. "I’ll make you regret tempting me that much. But be a good girl, first."

Lina’s head fell back against his shoulder, thighs trembling. She nodded fast.

"Okay," she breathed. "I’ll be good. But you owe me double. You’re not stopped as long as I’m conscious."

Nash kissed her, tongue deep, then pulled back just enough to look at her flushed face.

"Deal," he said. "Now come on. Train’s here."

He kept one arm around her waist as they boarded, her body glued to his side, tits pressed against his ribs, occasionally brushing his cock through his pants like she couldn’t help herself.

She was clingy, needy, and teasing, and Nash knew she’d be even worse once they got to the training center, and that was precisely what he was wishing for.