Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 187: Big, Stoopid, and Mine

Somewhere else in the Underground, stood the Grand Nexus Hotel, a place too fancy for the average street rat.

Warm lights on the walls, thick carpet at every step, beds with clean sheets instead of the rough ones they were used to.

A little chlorine smell from the pool downstairs mixed with fake vanilla from the air freshener.

The girls were out cold in their rooms.

Nia and Alicia in the same room, laying on the same bed, arms and legs spread wide, one foot hanging off the edge for Alicia, while Nia was wearing Nash’s loose Blacklist jersey like a nightshirt, using its scent like air sanitizer and snored quietly.

In the next room, Hina and Miko, Hina hugging Miko like a pillow, her big tits missing to suffocate her.

She made small happy sounds every time she moved, but Miko had been successfully put to sleep by Nash’s treatment.

Kai’s room was quieter.

She slept on her stomach, face in the pillow, ass a little up due to the special Nash gave her.

One arm hung off the bed, fingers twitching now and then.

The subs shared the other rooms, two to a bed, tangled up and exhausted.

Nash had his backpack slung over one shoulder, keys jingling in his pocket, and Jaz stood beside him, barefoot.

She kept one hand on the wall for balance every few steps, her legs still wobbly from everything they’d put them through back in the locker room, and the other fiddling with her jersey’s hem like she needed something to do with her fingers.

Nash glanced at her, that easy half-smile that made her crazy at his mouth.

"You good? Look like you’re about to tip over."

Jaz let out a nervous laugh, her platinum blonde hair falling over one eye as she pushed it back.

"Yeah, totally. Just... you know, first time going all out like that. My thighs feel like jelly. And not the good kind." She paused, cheeks heating up a little. "Okay, maybe the good kind. But seriously, how are you even standing? I mean... I broke a bench on you."

He chuckled, bumping her shoulder gently with his. "You might surpass me in term of raw power, for now, but in term of stamina and recovery, I’m the master. But seriously, we shouldn’t do that stuff in the locker room anymore," he said, half to himself, half to Jaz leaning on the doorframe. "Almost got us in trouble."

Jaz rubbed her thumbs together, cheeks pink.

Her voice came out soft.

"It was the best place... And the best time... I wouldn’t change it."

Nash looked at her, the giant girl who’d turned him into a corpse before he unlocked a new passive, now barefoot in her big jersey, looking shy.

He smiled.

"Yeah," he said. "Me neither."

His gaze drifted above, remembering how they got here.

It started with a hard knock on the locker-room door while he was happily dreaming of horny sheeps.

"Closing time! Five minutes!"

His eyes opened abruptly, stunned by the pink lights and Nia resting with his dick inside her.

Groans came from everywhere as the girls woke up. They had fallen asleep in an arena locker room, terrible mistake.

Nash got up first, throwing clothes around like a rescue guy.

The girls stumbled up half-dressed, still dripping, laughing through sore legs.

Jaz tried to stand, but her knees gave out. She laughed and held onto Nash.

Kai wrapped his jersey around her waist like a towel.

Hina hopped looking for her shoe.

Miko kept her cracked glasses, squinting.

The subs wobbled out in random shirts or nothing, leaving wet footprints.

Another knock, louder.

"Four minutes!"

Nash grabbed his bag, helped Jaz, and got everyone out.

Cum trails followed them, squishing between toes, dripping off thighs, shiny on the tile to the exit.

They piled into cabs outside, a giggling, leaking group that got stares.

Nash had paid the clerk in cash for six rooms, plus a big bonus for not asking any question.

Jaz glanced up at the number of her room like it was a bad omen or something, biting her lip the way she did when she was overthinking, which was basically always.

"Wait... you loaned out like half the floor? That’s... kinda loaded, Nash. I mean, I knew you were doing okay with the team, but damn. You hiding a sponsor or something?"

Nash shrugged, casual like it was no big deal. "Something like that, I’m just smart with the winnings. Figured the girls earned a real bed after that show. No point crashing on slum floors when we can afford better."

She turned to face him, golden eyes big and a little uncertain.

"That’s... sweet. Like, really sweet. You’re always thinking about everyone else."

She hesitated, toes curling into the carpet, voice dropping softer.

"So... um... you crashing with one of us tonight? Or...?"

Nash raised an eyebrow, catching the shift in her tone.

"Nah. Can’t do, got my own spot. Zayela’s probably waiting up, wondering if I got jumped or something."

Jaz’s face fell just a fraction of a second, but she caught it quick, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"Right, yeah. Zayela. Your... cousin, right? Cool, cool. Makes sense. I just... thought maybe, you know, after everything..."

She trailed off, fiddling with the jersey hem again, pulling it down like she suddenly remembered how short it was on her.

"Never mind. Stupid."

Nash stepped closer without thinking, close enough she had to tilt her head up a bit to meet his eyes, even though she had the height edge.

"Hey. What’s going on in that head? Talk to me. We’re together, Jaz. You can tell me anything."

She let out a breath, cheeks going pinker, her big frame shifting awkwardly like she was a kid confessing a sin.

"That’s the thing. We are together. But... What does that mean? Tonight was amazing. Like, beyond anything I ever read in those dumb mangas or whatever. But now it’s over, and I don’t know what happens next. I mean, I get how it works down here... no strings, no labels, everyone’s just surviving. But... I don’t want to be just another girl in the rotation. Not with you. I want... I dunno... to be special. Like, only yours. Not girlfriend-girlfriend or anything clingy, I know that’s not your thing, but... nobody else gets this Jaz. Just you. Forever. Something that say that to everyone. Is that... too much?"

The words tumbled out fast at the end, like she’d been holding them back and the dam finally broke.

She looked away quickly, her eyes flicking to the carpet, toes curling tighter, her whole brain probably screaming at her for saying too much too soon, for sounding like one of those desperate losing heroines in her comics who always got their hearts crushed.

Nash watched her for a moment, the silence swallowing them, except for a distant door closing somewhere down the line.

He felt that pull in his chest, the one he had felt earlier with Sarra.

It was a true confession, this was Jaz asking him to acknowledge her as someone she was for Jinzo.

He cupped her chin gently, tilting her face back down to his.

"Jaz," he said, eyes locked on hers like nothing else existed. "Look at me. You’re not ’another girl.’ You’re the girl who just turned my world upside down. You think after that I’m letting anyone else even look at you? Didn’t I told you that there was no going back? You’re mine now. Only mine. No temporary flirting, no sharing. Every fantasy you’ve got tucked away in those mangas? We’re doing them all. One by one. Until you’re ruined for anyone but me."

Her breath hitched, eyes going wide and shiny.

"R-really? You mean that?"

He thumbed her cheek, grinning, that cocky little grin that made her knees weak.

"Cross my heart. But hey, if we’re doing this, you gotta promise me one thing: no more holding back. I want the full Jaz. The shy Otaku who reads dirty comics at 3 am, the giantess who breaks benches, and I hope, soon you’ll do the same to a bed. Deal?"

She laughed, the sound bubbly and relieved, nodding so fast her hair bounced.

"Deal. God, Nash, you’re... you’re too good at this. My heart’s gonna explode."

He leaned in closer, forehead touching hers. "Good. Means I’m doing it right."

Jaz bit her lip, eyes flicking up to his face and then straight back down to the carpet, toes curling further into the soft fibers like she was trying to bury them.

"Just... one more?" she asked, voice small.

"For good-night?"

Her cheeks were already burning, but she forced herself to look at him again, eyes wide and hopeful, fingers twisting the jersey hem so hard the fabric bunched.

Nash didn’t say anything.

He just cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing slowly across her flushed cheeks, thumbs stroking her lips.

"Yeah? What’s that?"

She swallowed, eyes dropping to his mouth, then back up.

"A kiss," she said, so fast it was almost missed.

"Just... one real kiss. Before you go."

Nash’s grin turned soft.

"Oh? Didn’t know you were that romantic, babe."

She ducked her head fast, burying it in the crook of his neck, her whole body shrinking even though she was still taller.

"D-don’t call me babe... me not babe... me big and stoopid and... and giant and dumb dumb and... ugh, shut up..."

She squeezed her arms tighter around his neck like she was trying to disappear into him.

Nash just laughed lightly, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Big, stoopid, and all mine," he murmured into her hair.

He cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks, and kissed her soft at first, gently like he was savoring the taste of her lips.

She sighed into it, arms looping around his neck, pulling him closer without thinking, her massive tits pressing warm and soft against his chest through the jersey.

But Jaz being Jaz, new to this but hungry as hell, she got bolder fast. Her tongue slipped out, tentative at first, then demanding, tangling with his in a wet, messy swirl that made spit drip from the corners of their mouths.

Yeah, maybe she had awakened to the same fetish as Sarra.

Her hands slid down his back, nails dragging light, then grabbed his ass hard, squeezing like a madwoman, hips rolling forward to grind her still-leaking pussy against his thigh through the jersey.

Nash groaned into her mouth, feeling his cock twitch back to life, but he broke the kiss with a low laugh, hands on her waist to steady her, and himself.

"Whoa, easy there, hungry queen. You start that fire again and we’re burning this hotel down. I gotta go."

Jaz pouted, lips swollen and shiny.

"But... that’s kinda the plan? One more round? Please? I mean, I just learned what this feels like and now you’re leaving me all... worked up."

He kissed her forehead, lingering for seconds, then her nose, then pecked her lips quick.

"Tomorrow. I promise. We’ll lock the door, turn off the phones, and I’ll take revenge for the bench. But tonight? Sleep. Dream of me wrecking you again."

She whined, but it turned into a happy shiver when he squeezed her ass one last time. "You’re mean... but okay. Text when you’re home?"

"Already planning it."

He stepped back slowly, letting her feel every inch of space growing between them, then turned with a wink over his shoulder.

"Night, Jaz. Prepare some interesting fetishes for later."

The door closed behind her.

Jaz stayed standing there a second, hand still on the handle, like if she held it tight enough the moment wouldn’t end.

Soon, the sound of footsteps and her own heartbeat were the only noise in her ears.

She let go.

A long breath slipped out of her, half sigh, half laugh. Her back slid slow down the door until her ass hit the carpet with a soft thud.

She hugged her knees to her chest, the oversized jersey bunching around her thighs, still warm from his body.

Her fingers came up, brushing her lips gently.

They were swollen, tingling, tasting faintly of him.

Another sigh, deeper this time, chest rising and falling.

"I’m so screwed," she whispered to the empty room. "Completely, stupidly, definitely screwed."