Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 196: Wrong Door, Right Moment

Nash and Lina reached the hangar 47. The place felt half-dead.

The court was empty in the center, a few stray balls rolled slowly against the baseboards.

A couple of staff members passed by. They saw Nash and gave quick nods. Nash returned a short nod and kept walking.

Lina stayed pressed against his side, arm hooked through his, tits brushing his bicep with every step. She looked around, nose wrinkling a little at the smell.

"As funny as a date in a cemetery," she said, voice low but playful. "Where are we going, baby?"

Nash kept his eyes forward.

"Nothing serious. You’ll see."

They moved deeper into the hangar. The hallway opened up to the main training area. That’s when he saw them.

The boys were sprawled out like crows left without direction. Jinzo sat on a bench near the wall, elbows on knees, staring at the floor. Drex leaned against a counter, arms crossed, Mac sat on the floor with his back to a locker, legs stretched out.

The three NPCs stood off to the side, one fiddling with a ball, the others just slouched against the wall.

The moment Nash stepped in, the low chatter died. Heads turned. Eyes locked on him. Then on Lina.

Jinzo looked up first. His gaze flicked to her. For half a second his face changed, like he hoped it was Jaz, but reality was far more crual.

His shoulders slumped. He clenched his fists. Without a word, he stood up and walked past Nash and Lina toward the exit.

He didn’t look at either of them. Just muttered something as he brushed by, too low to catch, but the anger was real and Nash could feel it.

He couldn’t care less anyway.

Drex and Mac exchanged a look. They didn’t say anything to Nash. They didn’t need to. Their eyes did the talking.

"Another one." Drex groaned.

Mac spat on the floor.

"Fucking figures. Who’s surprised."

The NPCs stopped moving. One dropped the ball he was holding. They glanced at Nash and Lina, then looked away fast.

Lina noticed every glare. She pressed closer to Nash, tits squishing harder against his arm. She gave the boys a slow, teasing smile, eyes flicking over them like they were beneath her.

"Come on, baby," she said loudly. "It’s smells terrible here. Let’s find a better spot somewhere nice and private. I can’t wait anymore."

She wiggled her hips once, deliberately, making her skirt flip higher for a second, not enough to show what was under. The boys’ eyes followed her ass like magnets.

Drex’s fists clenched. Mac’s jaw worked side to side. The NPCs stared openly, throats bobbing.

Nash didn’t react. He kept walking, leading Lina past them toward the back hallway.

The corridor was narrow, lit by a single row of flickering bulbs. Doors lined both sides, locker rooms, storage closets, a small gym with old equipment.

Nash had been here hundreds of times, but he’d never really paid attention to the layout. Now he did, and it was a freaking maze.

He paused at the first door and opened it. Empty locker room. Benches, open lockers, a faint smell of sweat and liniment. Nothing interesting.

He closed it quietly and moved to the next. Storage closet. Stacks of balls, old nets, and cleaning supplies. Nothing.

Lina stayed pressed against him, her arm still hooked through his, tits brushing his bicep with every step. She glanced around, curious but bored.

"You’re really not gonna tell me what we’re doing here?"

Nash kept his voice low.

"Later. I need to find something. And I’ll need your help."

She raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a teasing smile.

"My help? Baby, I thought you just wanted me to look pretty and show off in front of the boys. Now you need me to be useful?"

He stopped in front of a plain gray door at the end of the hall. Victoria’s office.

The handle was worn, the paint chipped around the edges. He’d never seen it locked, not once, even when she wasn’t around.

So there was hope that she had let it in that state if she had already left.

He pushed the door, and as he wished, it was open.

The office was empty. No Victoria. Just the faint smell of coffee and her sharp perfume hanging in the air. The desk lamp was on, casting a warm pool of light across stacks of papers and a cracked monitor frozen on game footage from earlier.

He stepped inside. Lina followed without asking, closing the door softly behind her. She leaned against it, arms crossed under her tits, pushing them up even more.

"Stay here and listen," he said. "If you hear anyone coming, come immediately to me."

Lina tilted her head, eyes narrowing.

"You’re sneaking into someone’s office? And you need me for that? What, you planning to steal her playbook or something?"

Nash moved to the desk.

"I need to look around. Just watch the door."

He started with the desk drawers. He pulled them open one by one, careful, quiet. Contracts, stats sheets, sponsor letters. Nothing important. He put everything back exactly as he found it.

"Keep watching," he said.

Lina peeked through the crack in the door.

"No one’s coming yet. But seriously, baby, this is kinda hot. Sneaking around like we’re spies."

Nash moved to the filing cabinet. Team’s rosters, injury reports, nothing useful. He carefully closed each drawer.

Lina giggled softly.

"You know, if you wanted to fuck me on her desk, you could’ve just asked. I’d bend over right now."

Nash glanced at her.

"Later."

She pouted playfully.

"You’re no fun when you’re focused."

He checked the bookshelf next. Books on strategy, old playbooks. He moved a few aside, looking for anything hidden. Nothing.

He crouched down and checked under the desk. A small safe was bolted to the floor. Locked. He didn’t try to open it; it was too noisy.

He stood up, hands on his hips.

"Nothing obvious."

Lina tilted her head.

"What exactly are you looking for?"

Nash didn’t answer. He started opening drawers again, slower this time, flipping through pages. Sponsor contracts. Player contracts. Nothing suspicious.

Lina watched him for a minute, then spoke again.

"You made a mistake coming now, you know."

Nash glanced up.

"What?"

She grinned.

"The others saw us. They’ll testify against you after your big theft."

Nash snorted.

"I’m not here to steal... anything physical."

Lina’s eyes lit up. She stepped closer, hips swaying.

"Oh? So you’re stealing something else?"

She leaned in on the desk.

"Like... someone’s virginity?"

Nash smirked.

"Keep watching the door."

Lina laughed softly and went back to her post.

"Fine. But you owe me extra for this spy shit."

Nash kept searching.

He moved to the filing cabinet next, more papers, travel schedules, nothing useful. He closed it the same way he’d found it.

Lina hopped up on the edge of the desk, legs dangling, skirt riding high on her thighs.

"You’re taking this seriously. What are you even looking for? Love letters? Dirty pics? A secret stash of vibrators?"

Nash opened the bottom drawer. Empty except for a few old pens and a crumpled receipt.

"Something like that."

But he could find nothing. No special note, no smoking gun.

Just a few more photos of her, looking exactly like she did now.

He slid the folder back exactly where it was.

Lina watched him the whole time, legs swinging slowly.

She hopped off the desk and sauntered over to him, sliding her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his.

"You’re disappointed?"

Nash looked down at her.

"Nah, it just means I’m looking at the wrong place."

She tilted her head, lips brushing his jaw.

"So it’s over, right? Now... You gonna keep sneaking around like this? Or can we finally get to the part where you make me see stars?"

Nash opened his mouth to answer, but a voice suddenly rose.

"I’ve got a better idea."

They turned quickly.

Victoria stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

"How about explaining what you’re doing in my office?"