Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 202: SPY X Family with Benefits

Nash woke up the next day with a clear plan in mind. He had to figure out what skeletons might be hidden under Victoria’s desk, and if there wasn’t any there, maybe it was because he didn’t look at the right place.

The Midnight Rest was his next target; Hangar 47 had nothing, but her brothel might hold clues on what he was after.

For now, he had to go to train with his team, and conveniently see if Victoria was there before initiating something.

He dressed quickly, leaving Zayela to rest. Still on the bed, she stirred, mumbling, "Be careful..."

Nash arrived at Hangar 47 around noon, pushing through the main doors. The team was already on the half-court, balls bouncing light.

Nia spotted him first, immediately jogging over with a grin, hips swaying in her tight shorts, tits bouncing free under her cropped tank.

Alicia followed right behind, twin tail messy, ass jiggling in her tiny shorts as she hurried.

Nia reached him, pressing against his side, hand sliding to his chest, fingers tracing his pecs slowly through the shirt.

"Nash, finally. Missed you so much." she murmured, leaning in closer.

Alicia bumped his other side, tits squishing his arm, hand gripping his bicep firmly.

"Yeah, training sucks without you." Alicia added, "And hey, next time don’t sneak out after wrecking us like that." She laughed lightly, thigh brushing his leg, her fingers rubbing his cheek.

What a royal greeting for a tired warrior. The boys, however, weren’t on the same page. They stood back, arms crossed, faces dark.

Mac bounced a ball hard once, then slammed it down, his glare fixed on Nash as the ball rolled away. Drex muttered low to him.

"Fucking show-off," and Mac nodded angry. They turned away, not even acknowledging him.

Nash kept his calm, hand on Nia’s hip, fingers digging into the curve.

He didn’t care about the boys’ shit; their meltdown was coming anyway, and it fit his plan to let them fracture.

"Good to see you too," he said.

Inside, he glanced around, looking for Victoria. She watched from the sidelines, arms crossed under her heavy tits.

Her blue eyes narrowed on him, doubtful. She glanced at Dahlia beside her, notebook open, pen tapping quickly. Dahlia’s eyes flicked to him, then away, nodding to Victoria.

He started training, calling plays sharp to Nia and Alicia. Nia moved fast, working on her defense and assists. Alicia hustled wild, grabbing rebounds, working on her jumps, handing the ball back with a wink.

The boys joined half-assed, Drex missing shots on purpose, Mac bumping Nash hard during a drill, but it was as humiliating as bumping into a wall, ending on his ass.

Nash ignored it. Jaz wouldn’t come for the second time, and Jinzo hadn’t come today, and it was hard to say if it would matter anyway in this broken team.

It would get horrible soon, but again, that was fine. Better even, Victoria watching from the sidelines would see it all. It played into his hands, pushing her to doubt more, making her moves easier to his side.

The boys stopped soon, preferring not waste their energy as they’ll probably spend more time in the bench.

Victoria watched silent a moment longer, then turned away with Dahlia, her heels clicking as they headed to the office.

Nash kept going with Nia and Alicia, the three of them running through assists and screens

After an hour, Nash called it. The boys had already left.

Nash wiped sweat from his brow with his shirt sleeve and headed to the shower room. As he turned a corner, he came face to face with Dahlia, notebook tucked under her arm, pen in hand.

"Oh... H-Hey, Nash," she said quickly, her eyes flickering away a second too fast. She stepped aside to let him pass, nodding like it was nothing.

Nash rose an eyebrow, nodding back.

"Hey."

He walked past without stopping, it was strange for her to show this kind of reaction, her showing up right there at this moment.

She was usually very quiet.

He pushed into the shower room, stripped down, and stepped under the stream, turning the knob.

Hot water hit his skin, easing the muscle burn from training. Sweat washed away in rivulets, steam rising around him.

He lathered up, hands running over his abs and chest, feeling the hard ridges he’d built through the system.

His mind was focused on the plan, Midnight Rest tonight, scout for any clues about Victoria. Should he loop Nia in?

Ask her to keep an eye on Victoria while he slipped away? Nia was loyal, her affection high, she’d do it, and her spot in the Midnight Rest made her perfect for watching without suspicion.

He rinsed off, water pounding his shoulders, but forgot to turn off the knob fully as he stepped out, he opened the door... and came face to face with Dahlia again.

She jumped a little, surprised.

"Oh—Nash! Again?"

What the hell? She laughed lightly, acting casual, but what kind of situation was this?

"Dahlia. Twice in a row? You following me or something?"

She straightened quickly, pretending coincidence, but she was so bad at this.

"What? No! I was... coming for a shower. Saw you enter... heard the water... thought maybe you were... you know, with someone..." She forced a smile, but her voice wavered, eyes flicking to his resting monster before snapping up.

"I... I might have a liking for voyeurism. My apologies."

Nash saw the bullshit as big as Jaz in a strip club. Her paranoia in the quick glances, the notebook gripped too tight, the fact that he met her so many times after the previous day’s events.

There was something going on, and thankfully, she wasn’t Victoria. Nash focused.

[Risk Factor: Dahlia is spying on you and worried about getting caught. If you don’t ease her or pressure too much, affection drops sharply.]

His eyes widened. There it was, the answer to all the bullshit going on.

Victoria had sent her to spy on him. Dahlia was tailing him full-time.

Smart play from Victoria, and it could have worked, if Dahlia wasn’t so bad at anything beside sex.

But if that was the plan, now he had an advantage.

He stepped closer, his size making her tilt her head up, her breath catching as his chest.

He reached out slowly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her cheek, soft and warm under his touch.

"Hey, it’s fine. No need to spy if you’re curious. Maybe next time, I’ll even give you the best spot: the actor’s role. I always enjoy doing it with you, Dahlia."

His voice was gentle, teasing sensual, putting her on a pedestal like she was the only one that mattered right then. That was one of her triggers that he knew from a long time now.

Dahlia was taken aback, eyes widening as they dropped again to his bare chest, then lower to the sleeping Johnny, lingering a second too long.

She swallowed hard, stepping back.

"I... uh... see you around." She turned quickly, heels clicking fast down the corridor.

Nash smiled as she left, confident now. Everything was bad an hour ago, but now, now that he knew he was tailed, he could already see how he would proceed with his plan.

Dahlia hurried down the corridor. Her face burned hot, cheeks flushed hot. She could still feel Nash’s fingers brushing her hair, his voice low and teasing, putting her on that pedestal like she was the only girl in the room.

It made her stomach twist, part confusion, part something warmer she didn’t want to name. Victoria’s orders was already complicated to execute, especially since even her believed that Nash had a point in the office.

Baby-Boom’s talents was top notch, and if they could add more girls, Nash would really be involved in his team. If there was a way to snatch those girls, Blacklist could dominate the league.

She wanted to believe him, but ignoring Victoria? No, that was suicide.

She paused at a corner, putting a hand on her chin, fingers pressing the skin as she thought.

How to spy without slipping up again? She’d made too many mistakes already, bumping into him twice, her concentration shot every time he looked at her with that confident smile, his tall muscular frame making her feel small, exposed.

She rubbed her chin harder, then her hand drifted lower without thinking, pressing on her womb through her dress.

This powerful body, this unforgiving intensity... He’d destroyed her one night in the car, Victoria driving through the Underground tunnels.

He seemed to literally evolve the more he had sex, if he had to do her like he said... would she survive?

She rubbed her womb unconsciously now, feeling a phantom throb, then came back to reality.

"Fuck," she muttered, flustered, yanking her hand away as her thighs pressed together.

Focus. He’s dangerous... Victoria’s right.

She shook her head, stepping around the corner, and froze.

Through a half-open door to the locker area, she saw Nash and Nia talking close, his hand on her ass. Dahlia ducked back quickly, pressing against the wall.

The cold concrete chilled her back through her dress, but she leaned her ear closer.

"So? Midnight Rest. Full service. You in?"

Nia’s laugh was delighted, her tits pressing against his arm as she squeezed his bulge lightly.

"Finally. Been waiting to ride that cock again. All night? Damn, poor me."

Nash nodded, his hand digging deeper into her ass cheek.

"Yeah, all night. Eat well and prepare your ass."

Dahlia’s thoughts raced: Midnight Rest? Tonight? With Nia?

That sounded like the average Friday, but it was Nash. Why would he bother going there when lately he just did it on the spot, or at least buy an hotel room.

Was that something worthy of spying?

... No, stay focused.

Anything was worth it, if Nash acted a different way, even changing his favorite glass of water, it was something she had to note.

She waited until they separated, Nia walking off with a sway, Nash heading out alone.

Dahlia slipped from her hiding spot, following at a distance.

By the evening, they reached the Red Zone. Nash kept his pace steady, hands in his pockets, but his senses were alert.

Every move he did, the train, the streets, the corners, he had chosen special paths to ensure he could easily be followed.

He turned a corner slowly, glancing back casually, spotting Dahlia duck behind a rusted dumpster overflowing with trash bags.

Nash smirked, at least she was entertaining.

The alleys narrowed as he got deeper in the red zone, the air filling more with moans and wet slaps from dark corners.

Drinkers stumbled out of bars, laughing loudly, while sex workers leaned against walls, half-naked in fishnet tops and short skirts, tits spilling out, calling to passersby.

Nash arrived at the hot area, right in front of the Midnight Rest.

The music was so loud it vibrated through the skin. The red zone was at its best, or normal maybe, people spilled in the street, bodies fucking right there under the neon glow.

A guy pinned a girl against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, skirt hiked up, his cock thrusting deep into her cunt with cum from an earlier load dripping down her thigh.

Nearby, two girls knelt in front of a thug, sharing his cock, one sucking the head deep, gagging with a wet glug, the other licking his balls, spit dripping down the shaft.

Another couple on a bench, girl riding in reverse cowgirl, ass jiggling with each bounce, the cock disappearing into her cunt, with squirt leaking down his balls onto the ground.

The air smelled thick of cum and sweat, moans mixing with the music.

Nash stepped in, the crowd swallowing him.

He weaved through the mass, letting his magic unfold.

Just seconds after, two sexy women, half-naked in lace bras and thongs, tits spilling over the tops, asses bare except for thin strings, spotted him, grinning wide.

A man like him was a gold coin in the desert, and he knew it.

They joined him, one pressed against his side, her soft tits squishing his arm, hand sliding to his crotch.

"Hey, big guy. Looking for fun?"

The other leaned in from the other side, thigh rubbing his leg, nipples hard against his shirt. "We can show you a good spot."

Nash smiled, letting them lead him deeper, hands on their hips, feeling the warm skin give under his fingers, their asses jiggling with each step.

"What?" Dahlia gasped.

She pushed in after, eyes wide at the chaos. She tried to follow, but bodies blocked her, a guy slamming a girl’s ass against a booth wall, while another guy waited his turn.

Dahlia dodged left, but bumped into a couple, the girl on her knees, sucking a cock deep. Dahlia groaned, the smell of cum and sweat choking her.

In normal time, it wouldn’t bother her, but she wasn’t there for the view. She stepped around, but had lost sight of Nash in the grinding crowd, with these stupid tits and cocks thrusting everywhere.

She stepped forward into a clearer spot, heart pounding.

"Where did he go?" she muttered, scanning the crowd.

Shit, I lost him. What was that? Wasn’t he supposed to meet Nia? Why’s he...

"Hey, looking for something?"

She turned around, and her mouth opened.