Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 198: A Tongue Master

Victoria’s eyes narrowed, turning into cold blue slits that could freeze sweat mid-drip. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Nash’s mouth.

He could feel her heat, the tension coiling in her shoulders like a spring about to snap.

"Destroy the team?" she repeated, her voice a lower. "You’ve got balls, Blaze, I’ll give you that. Not only to fill those bitches like pastries. Coming in here, spinning this bullshit after I catch you snooping. You think I’m stupid enough to buy that you’re here to ’help’?"

Lina’s grip on his arm tightened. She pressed closer, pulling him a little.

"Nash," she murmured. "You gotta have a plan, right? Don’t... don’t piss her off more. She’s gonna kill us if you keep talking like that."

As if backing her, Dahlia stepped half a pace forward, standing beside Nash and Victoria.

"Blaze, stop. This is too much. Ma’am, he’s just... he’s worried about the team. We can bench Jinzo, talk to the guys, keep it together. No need to—"

Victoria raised a finger, the clue for Dahlia to shut up.

Lina pressed her body tighter against Nash’s side, trembling like a leaf in a storm, but Nash ignored her, kept his eyes locked on Victoria.

It was like these advices when you had to face a predator, don’t act like a prey, don’t run away, or you’ll be eaten.

So he kept his head high, his eyes focused on hers.

"Think about it." He continued "Blacklist’s future is fragile. We know we’re way past the critical point. And it’s not just because of Jaz, it started because you have me too much power. Even I acknowledge that, and I also acknowledge the consequences. If we wait for Jinzo to implode, we lose everything. But if we... anticipate it, then we’ll rebuild a team with gold."

Victoria’s lips curled in a thin, skeptical smile.

"You think I run a charity, Blaze? I don’t rebuild for fun. I cut losses. End of story."

A wall wouldn’t be harder to climb, but Nash had a powerful weapon in hand.

"You’re right. You play dirty, and that’s why this fits perfectly." He stopped, rising a finger in front of his face. "I dug up something after the match. Something that shoots Blacklist straight to the top."

Then, he grinned, time for the first blow.

"And in the same swing, it buries Monique de la Bite forever."

The room turned silent instantly.

Dahlia’s jaw dropped, eyes bugging out like she’d taken a punch. She gawked at Nash, her mouth hanging open with no words spilling out.

That reaction, it confirmed it. Nash had noticed during the match Monique going to talk to Victoria, but Victoria didn’t react. After the match, they hadn’t met neither.

Everything showed that both were on bad terms, and seeing how dominant she was in Baby-Boom, he had bet that she would be a big deal even for Victoria.

Enough for her fall to instantly get her attention.

Lina shook harder, her nails clawing into Nash’s arm like hooks. She mashed herself against him, her heart pounding wild against his side, like a cornered animal waiting for the strike.

Victoria stayed frozen, arms locked tight across her chest, her full breasts heaving under the clinging black dress.

But her eyes sharpened like knives, slicing into Nash as if she could strip away his secrets layer by layer.

Time passed. Nobody said a word. The bulb overhead trembled like an angry bee in the dead air.

Then Victoria cocked her head a tiny bit, and finally released this word meaning so much for Nash.

"Explain."

Nash felt the rush hit him like all the weight on his shoulders dropping.

Score. He’d nailed the guess, something powerful hid there, something deep. Monique wasn’t some random foe. She was a scar that still stung in Victoria’s life.

He kept his expression blank, but inside, his grin stretched too wide. Time to drop the bomb.

"I met Rei, Baby-Boom’s captain today," he said. "She told me interesting things."

Victoria’s eyes narrowed a little.

"Baby-Boom is drowning," Nash continued. "Their manager’s got them trapped in debt. You know the gist. Loans from the wrong people, debt increasing daily. They want to leave, but they’re basically trapped. But again, they... want to leave."

His brows rose slightly as he let out this last part. Victoria frowned slightly, at this point, even her could see the picture he was about to mention.

"And soon now? We’ll need a full squad. You see what I see?"

Dahlia’s breath hitched. She stepped forward, almost right between them.

"Wait—Nash, hold on. I see where you’re going... I think I really get the full picture, and it’s crazy you would really wish for team’s implosion... But think for a bit. If they’re trapped by debt, that means they can’t pay it off. So you’re saying... what? We pay it for them? Make them owe Blacklist instead? But how much? How big is the debt?"

The room went quiet again. Lina’s nails bit into Nash’s arm, her body pressed tight against his side, trembling.

Victoria didn’t move, but her chest rose a little faster. He was on something, he was definitely making them danse in his hands.

If he could play it smart, he could really get away with it.

He met Dahlia’s wide eyes, then flicked his gaze back to Victoria. A slow smirk on his lips.

"Over three million."

Dahlia’s face went white, as much as her skin allowed. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, no sound. Lina let out a small gasp, her thighs twitching against his leg.

Everyone knew how terrifying this amount was right there in the Underground, even for the owner of the Midnight Rest.

Victoria stared at him. No more reaction, just that cold, calculating stare. But then, for a moment, her fingers flexed against her arms.

She tilted her head.

"Oh? You’re serious."

Nash nodded.

"Dead serious. We pay the debts, they’re free agents, we recruit them, fill the roster with girls who’ll fight like hell for us. Monique loses them. Blacklist rises. Baby-Boom disappear. Simple."

Dahlia shook her head, voice shaky.

"This is crazy. Three million? Three millions, Nash?! Dlo you hear yourself? Are you alright? How do we lose three millions like that? Who will give them to us?! Sponsors will just laugh us out. And how could you vouch for your team’s destruction? You wanted a team built of people serving you, they’re already doing too much. Aren’t you selfish? How do you even convince them? Do you have any idea who’s behind Baby-Boom? Madame De la Bite is..."

"Quiet, Dahlia." Victoria cut her off again, sharper this time.

She turned back to Nash.

"You think you can pull this off? Convince them to join? All of them?"

Dahlia looked more shocked and confused, no way she had just said that. Victoria was really considering the option.

Nash’s smirk returned, slow and confident.

"With the right incentives? Yeah. More freedom. Better support. No more debt hanging over their heads, by the way, I prefer if we don’t mention it that way, let’s build a relationship based on trust. No more manager threatening them, no more consequences. They’ll see the deal. They’ll take it."

Victoria’s eyes searched his face. There was still some doubt, but something else flickered there, interest, maybe hunger.

She leaned in closer, voice low.

"And you? What’s in it for you, Blaze? You don’t strike me as the charitable type."

Nash chuckled, soft and rough.

"You’re really asking? A team with these girls around me? That’s enough. I won’t even give you any criticism till the end of time."

Victoria’s lips twitched, almost a smile. "You’re cocky."

"And right," Nash said.

And very smart.

Dahlia whispered.

"Ma’am... this is a gamble. A huge one."

Victoria didn’t look at her.

"So, what you’re saying, we pay their debt."

Nash nodded.

"Pay the debts. Bring them in. Let the boys walk. Then we rebuild."

Victoria exhaled slowly.

Lina’s trembling eased a little, but her nails stayed dug in, like she still expected the room to explode.

Dahlia shifted.

"Blaze... if this goes wrong..."

Victoria raised a hand again.

"Enough."

She looked at Nash.

"You really think you can convince every single one of them? Rei, Aiko, Kai, Miko, Hina, all of them?"

Nash’s grin widened.

"And the subs. Give me freedom to offer them, and I’ll bring you the league."

Victoria stared at him for a long moment.

The room stayed quiet except for the noise of the overhead bulb and Lina’s shaky breaths against Nash’s shoulder.

Nash waited, expecting her to bite, expecting her to see the angle, to jump at the chance to bury Monique, to back him like she always did when the play was clean and ruthless.

"I like the perspective," she said finally, voice flat. "Ruthless, clean, and very tempting. But it’s your problem, Blaze."

Nash’s smirk froze. His stomach tightened.

What did she just said?

Victoria stepped back half a pace, heels clicking once on the concrete.

"I’ve built this team. I’ve carried it through worse than Jinzo’s tantrums. I handed you the locker room, handed you team, handed you the opening you needed. I’ve done more than enough."

Her blue eyes stared cold, unblinking like a robot from hell.

"If you want to destroy the team on your own and rebuild it your way, go ahead. You’re free. But don’t expect me to lift a finger. No funding, no back channels, no cover. You want Baby-Boom? Fine. Bring them in clean, no agency ties, no debts hanging over them. Prove they’re free agents. Then I’ll give you the contracts."

The words hit like a missed shot at the buzzer. Nash’s jaw clenched. He’d counted on her. Counted on her grudge with Monique, counted on her seeing the upside, counted on her slipping him the keys to make it happen.

He hadn’t expected a hard no.

Ironically, Lina’s nails relaxed, freeing his arm. Victoria’s reaction showed one thing: she had forgotten the reason she should be mad, but she couldn’t see in what shit Nash was now.

Dahlia stood frozen near the door, eyes wide.

Nash forced his face neutral. Inside, his mind raced.

He exhaled slowly.

"You really won’t back me?"

Victoria’s lips curved, just a thin, cold line. "Why would I? I gave you so much, and now you ask me over three millions cred? I don’t owe you anything else. You want the glory? Earn it... Alone."

Nash stared at her. He hated this. Hated the sudden wall, hated being cut off, hated the feeling of her pulling the rug out.

But he saw no play to push harder right now. She’d drawn the line.

This talk was just an excuse to escape his dangerous situation after all.

But this solution had brought a new problem.

"Fine," he said, working hard to control his voice. "I’ll handle it. I’ll get them free. I’ll bring them in."

Victoria nodded once.

"Good. Prove you can. Then we’ll consider killing your teammates’ futur."

She turned her back on him, walking to her desk. She perched on the edge, ass settling against the wood, legs crossing slowly.

The black halter-neck dress rode up her thighs just enough to show the smooth golden skin above her knees. She leaned back on her hands, tits thrusting forward, nipples still hard points against the fabric.

Was this a temptation? A reflex? No one could tell.

She looked at Nash, then at Lina still clinging to his arm, then back to Nash.

"Get out."

Nash’s jaw ticked. He felt Lina’s nails suddenly bite deeper.

Dahlia hesitated near the doorway, eyes darting between Victoria and Nash. She opened her mouth, closed it, then stepped aside.

Lina whispered, voice cracking.

"Nash..."

Nash stared at Victoria. She stared back.

There was no anger, no pity. Just dismissal.

He felt the burn in his chest, anger, frustration, the sting of being cut off when he’d expected her to fold.

He exhaled, no point pushing. Not now at least.

He turned, pulling Lina with him. Her legs moved slow, shaky, like they might give out. She pressed her face against his arm, breath hot and fast.

They walked past Dahlia. She gave him a small, worried nod, lips pressed thin.

Nash didn’t look back.

His jaw worked. Three million. No help. No safety net.

He’d have to do it the hard way, and he still had a quest on standby.

Everything went South in minutes, but it wasn’t over yet.

Through his creativity, he got away with this terrible situation, so he could definitely do that again.

No matter the challenge, as long as he kept trying, he would have a chance to turn the tables.

He smirked, more like mocking the world than being confident.

3 millions credits? Finding Victoria’s secret without getting caught a second time? Recruiting the girls before the team collapsed, and two weeks before Monique would stop waiting for his answer.

What a wonderful world.