Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball - Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Predator
The night deepened, the air thick with laughter and the sharp scent of alcohol. Bottles clinked, glasses emptied, refilled, emptied again. The mood had shifted after Jinzo’s exit, lighter, looser, but edged with a reckless energy. Nash watched it unfold, his mind clear despite the haze settling over the room.

Sarra was curled against him, her head resting on his shoulder, breathing soft and steady. Her cheeks were flushed pink, lips slightly parted. Drunk, asleep. He brushed a stray curl from her forehead, careful not to wake her.

Across the low table, Rei was leaning close to Alicia, her voice a low, honeyed murmur. She traced the rim of Alicia’s glass with a fingertip.

“Come on, princess,” Rei purred, sliding a fresh shot toward her. “One more won’t hurt. Loosen up those pretty lips.”

Alicia promptly waved a dismissive hand, almost knocking over her drink.

“Oh God… get out of here, lesbian!”

Rei chuckled. She poured another shot, pushing it into Alicia’s hand.

Nearby, Aiko suddenly jerked upright, eyes wide. She clutched her stomach, face paling.

“Ohhh… no…” A deep, gurgling hiccup tore from her throat. “Hic!” She groaned, slumping back against the couch. “Stupid… hic… sake…”

Nash watched her. She was still distant, untouchable. He’d hoped the drinks would soften her edges, pull her closer.

Instead, she was hiccuping into her sleeve, lost in her own world. Her Lust stat navigated between 60% and 75%, but it felt like a taunt. So close, yet miles away.

Then came the hands. Warm, insistent fingers tracing patterns on his thigh.

Hina.

She was draped over his other side, giggling into his shoulder. Her scent, mixed with cheap vodka, filled his nostrils.

“Nashhhh…” she slurred, nuzzling his neck. “You’re so… warm.” Her hand slid higher, brushing dangerously close to his crotch. “And hard… everywhere…”

Nia leaned in from behind the couch, her breath hot on his ear.

“Yeah, Nash… share the warmth.” Her fingers joined Hina’s, dancing along his ribs. “We’re cold… and lonely…”

Kai appeared on his other side, pressing close. Her hand landed on his chest, rubbing slow circles.

“Mmm… feels good…” Her voice was thick, drowsy. “Strong…”

Nash closed his eyes for a second, fighting the buzz. The alcohol was hitting him hard now, a heavy fog clouding his thoughts. Hina, Nia, Kai, were drunk, and in this state, he couldn’t do anything.

He too was losing the battle against alcohol anyway.

Their playful teasing felt like sandpaper on his nerves. This wasn’t what he’d planned. He needed focus, to find a way to reach Aiko.

He scanned the room. Sarra asleep, Aiko hiccuping. Rei trying to get into Alicia’s pant, then Miko, then even Jaz… wait… where was Jaz?

His gaze snapped to the corner. Mac and Drex.

He frowned slightly, what were they doing there? Then, he saw their glasses and his eyes widened.

They weren’t drinking, their glasses were full and in front of them, and even worse, their eyes.

They were sharp, watching attentively, scanning the room. Lingering on Sarra sleeping, on Aiko’s slumped shoulders, on Miko’s vulnerable posture.

Nash’s gut tightened. Predators, waiting for the prey to drop. He had hoped the alcohol would lighten the mood to talk with her, but he didn’t realize that there were two others predator around.

“Damn,” he murmured.

He started to stand. He had to deal with Mac and Drex. Now. Before dropping drunk, but Hina pouted, clinging tighter.

“Noooo… stay here…”

Then, a shadow loomed over Mac and Drex.

Jaz, a full bottle of sake in her hand like a club, her eyes dark and terribly sober.

“Hey,” she growled. “You two look thirsty.”

Mac blinked up at her, confused.

“Huh? Nah, we’re good…”

“Drink.” Jaz didn’t ask. She grabbed Mac by the collar, yanked his head back, and shoved the bottle neck between his lips. Sake gushed out, flooding his mouth. He choked, sputtering, eyes bulging.

“G-glug! Stop! Fuck—!”

Drex scrambled back.

“Whoa! Jaz, what the—?”

Too late. Jaz pivoted, the bottle swinging. She jammed it into Drex’s mouth, forcing the alcohol, and an indirect kiss. He gagged, sake pouring down his chin, soaking his shirt.

“Drink up, boys,” Jaz snarled, tilting the bottle higher. “Party’s not over ’til everyone’s fucked up.”

Mac clawed at the bottle, gasping. Drex whimpered in tears as he swallowed frantically. Within seconds, the bottle was empty. Jaz pulled it away with a satisfied smirk.

Mac slumped forward, eyes rolling back. Out cold. Drex followed, faceplanting onto the table with a wet thud.

Jaz wiped her hands.

“There. One problem solved.”

She glanced at Nash, winking at him, before she turned away, heading back to the drinks. Maybe she had noticed them too, or perhaps… perhaps she had followed his gaze and understood.

Nash exhaled, relaxing. Good. One threat neutralized. But the room was spinning faster now. The alcohol was a lead weight in his veins. He needed air.

He gently shifted Sarra onto the couch cushions. She murmured softly but didn’t wake.

As he stood, the world tilted. He braced a hand on the wall, blinking hard. Hina stumbled to her feet beside him, swaying wildly.

“Whoaaa… dizzy…” She giggled, grabbing his arm for balance. Her grip was surprisingly strong. “Nashhh… where you goin’?”

“Balcony,” he muttered. “Air.”

Hina wobbled dramatically, lurching into him. Her arms wrapped around his waist, her soft breasts pressing against his side.

She looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading beneath fluttering lashes.

“Me tooooo… gotta… leak.” She giggled again, burying her face in his shoulder. “Soooo bad… Nashy… come with? I’m scared… dark hallway… monsters…” She clung tighter, her hand sliding down to squeeze his ass. “Protect me?”

Nash hesitated. The hallway was indeed dimly lit, and Jinzo was still out there somewhere, sober and pissed.

He scanned the room. Everyone else was either passed out or too drunk to be reliable guards. Sarra slept, Aiko hiccuped weakly, Rei was whispering something scandalous into Alicia’s ear, Kai and Nia were giggling over spilled drinks. Miko watched them with mild disgust.

Only Jaz seemed alert, but she was busy dragging Mac and Drex’s limp bodies into a corner.

Jaz glanced up, met Nash’s eyes, and gave a curt nod. Go. I got this.

Reluctantly, Nash nodded back.

“Alright. Quickly.”

Hina beamed, clinging to his arm as they stumbled towards the door. Her steps were erratic, exaggerated staggers that kept her plastered against him.

Her smell, between vanilla and vodka, filled his nostrils.

The hallway was cooler, quieter. The only sound was their shuffling footsteps and Hina’s exaggerated giggles.

She leaned heavily into him, her hand sliding from his arm to his waist, fingers dipping dangerously low.

“Sooo… warm…” she murmured, her breath hot on his neck. Her other hand crept up his chest, fingers tracing the line of his collarbone. “And strong…”

Nash tried to focus on walking straight. The world tilted and blurred. Hina’s touch felt… electric, but distant, his senses were dulled by the alcohol haze. Her fingers brushed the sensitive skin below his ear.

“You smell… good…” she whispered, lips grazing his jawline. “Like… man…”

They reached the bathroom door. Nash leaned against the wall, head spinning.

“Here. Go.”

Hina pouted, swaying before him. She didn’t reach for the door. Instead, she stepped closer, pressing her body flush against his.

Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, locking behind his neck. Her eyes, half-lidded and glazed, was it real?… met his.

“I’m scared…” she breathed, her lips inches from his. “Come in… with me? Please?” Her hips ground subtly against his thigh. “Keep me… safe?”

Nash’s breath hitched. Her proximity, the heat radiating from her, the soft press of her breasts against his chest… it was overwhelming.

His cock stirred despite the fog in his head. But something felt… off. Her drunkenness seemed less visible. There were too many lingering touches, too much pressure.

To be honest, she showed that she wanted to have sex, but it felt so controlled… After so many drinks…

He shook his head, trying to clear it.

“No. I’ll wait here.”

Hina whined, a high-pitched sound.

“But… what if I fall? Or… someone comes?”

Her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach, heading lower.

“Please, Nashy… just… hold me up?” Her fingers brushed the waistband of his pants.

Nash grabbed her wrist firmly.

“Hina. Stop. Go ahead, pee.”

She blinked up at him, and there it was again, for a brief moment, a bit of something sharp in her eyes.

Frustration? Annoyance? – quickly masked by drunken petulance.

“Fine… grumpy…” She turned, facing the bathroom door.

Slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bright pink lace panties. She slid them down over her hips, inch by inch, letting them pool around her ankles.

She didn’t bend over. She stood there, facing away, skirt hitched high, revealing the smooth, perfect curve of her ass and the shadowed cleft between her thighs.

Nash caught a glimpse of soft, pink folds glistening faintly in the dim hallway light.

She pushed the door open and stumbled inside without pulling her panties up. They remained tangled around her ankles.

Nash leaned heavily against the wall outside, closing his eyes. The cool plaster felt good against his forehead.

He heard the toilet seat clatter down, then the unmistakable sound of a steady stream hitting water. Hina sighed dramatically.

“Ahhh… freedom…” Her voice echoed slightly in the small room. Then, quieter, yet, resonating in his head as if she was inside: “You watching, Nashy? Like the view?”

Nash kept his eyes closed.

“Just hurry up.”

The stream stopped, then silence, followed by the rustle of fabric. Nash opened his eyes.

Hina stood framed in the bathroom doorway, but… she hadn’t pulled her panties up.

They were still around her ankles, her skirt was hitched up to her waist, baring her completely from the waist down.

The soft triangle of dark curls, the glistening pink lips… fully exposed.

She leaned against the doorframe, one hand braced high, arching her back slightly. Her eyes, clear and sharp despite the flushed cheeks, locked onto his.

“Why are you so tense?…” she murmured, her voice dropping. She reached down, not to cover herself, but to trace a slow finger along her inner thigh, stopping just short of her glistening folds.

What a kill shot.

She hooked a fingertip, pulling the delicate skin taut, exposing herself further.

“It feels so… empty now.” Her gaze dropped pointedly to the bulge straining against Nash’s pants. “Maybe… you need to leak too?”

She took a step towards him, her movements fluid, predatory, utterly unlike her earlier drunken duck walk.

Her bare pussy was inches from his thigh. He could almost feel it.

“Let me help…”

Her hand shot out, faster than he could track in his haze. Cool fingers wrapped firmly around his cock through the fabric, squeezing.

“Oooh… big leak indeed…” She pumped her hand slowly, her thumb rubbing the head through the cloth.

Nash gasped, a jolt of pure sensation cutting through the alcohol fog. Her touch was electric.

He grabbed her wrist again, trying to pull her hand away, but her grip was surprisingly strong.

“Why stop?” she breathed, leaning in. Her free hand slid up his chest, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head down. Her lips brushed his ear.

“You want it… Your body knows…” Her tongue flicked against his earlobe.

“Just relax… Let me taste it…” Her breath hitched, voice dropping to a whisper. “…Your pee…”

Before Nash could react, she dropped to her knees. Her hands flew to his belt buckle, fingers fumbling with practiced speed despite the supposed drunkenness. Her eyes burned up at him, hungry, devouring him.

“Enough with the child’s play…” she moaned, tugging his pants open. The zipper rasped down. “I want the real deal… Now…”

Nash’s vision blurred. He tried to focus, there was only one way to understand her strange behavior, and he had been too drunk to realize it sooner.

[RISK FACTOR:

Hina is feigning being drunk to have a sexual intercourse with Nash to establish leverage implantation of subtle psychological triggers during compromised state.

She loses interest rapidly if target exhibits excessive eagerness or submissiveness. Her arousal peaks on overcoming resistance and maintaining the ‘hunt’. Failure to dominate triggers aggressive countermeasures.

The words hit him like ice water. The puzzle pieces clicked violently into place.

The too-perfect staggers, the lingering touches, the sudden coordination, the predatory focus beneath the drunken giggles.

He thought he was protecting her from predators, but she wasn’t the poor drunk prey. She was the predator.

“You…. You’re not drunk!” The accusation came out from his throat. He shoved her back hard, sending her sprawling onto her ass on the hallway floor. “You fucking tricked me!”

Hina landed with a soft thud, her legs splayed, still completely exposed. She didn’t look shocked or hurt.

A slow, chilling smile spread across her face, erasing any trace of drunkenness or seduction. Her eyes were cold, sharp, utterly focused. Triumphant.

“Aaaw… I’ve been caught,” she purred, the sound devoid of warmth. “Took you long enough though.”

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, not bothering to cover herself. Her gaze raked over him.

“Doesn’t matter now.” She rose smoothly to her feet, stepping out of the discarded panties. “You’re too far gone to stop anything.”

She took a step towards him.

“See?” Her hand shot out again, faster than before, slipping inside his open pants. Cool fingers wrapped around his bare, throbbing cock.

She squeezed, hard, a deliberate pulse of sensation designed to overwhelm him.

“You want it… Your body betrays you…” She leaned in, her lips brushing his. “Just… give… in…”

Was this really happening? All this time, he didn’t behave by his own standards because he didn’t want to frighten Aiko.

He had followed the quest, the system knee better than him. So why was this the outcome?

Did he fail somewhere? It should have at least been Aiko, not someone else, and even worse, after he got too drunk to show any kind of resistance.

He felt darkness surging violently at the edges of his vision. This was it, the alcohol, the exhaustion, the sensory overload, the shock of betrayal, all crashed over him like a tsunami.

He was done for.

His knees buckled. He felt himself falling.

Hina caught him effortlessly, her strength more and more surprising. She guided him down to the cold hallway floor.

The last thing he saw was her face hovering above him, that chillingly triumphant smile etched into her features. The last thing he heard was her voice, low above his head.

“A woman hates a man who wants to be desired… but a predator craves the for it. Sleep now, Nash… I’ll handle everything…”

The world fell into nothingness.

***

Time later, Nash’s consciousness returned in painful, disjointed fragments. A dull, throbbing ache hammered behind his eyes.

His mouth tasted like ash and stale liquor. He was lying on something soft… a mattress? It was pitch black. He tried to move, but his limbs felt leaden, disconnected and cold.

Cold?

He realized. He was naked.

He jerked upright, the motion sending a violent wave of nausea through him, but he couldn’t puke, blinking frantically into the darkness.

Where…? What happened after…?

A soft *click* shattered the silence. A bedside lamp flickered on, casting a weak, pool of light.

Hina stood beside the bed. She wore only a tiny pair of sheer black lace panties that clung to her hips, leaving her breasts bare and gleaming faintly in the low light.

Her yellow hair was mussed, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and neck. She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand.

Her eyes, clear and utterly sober, locked onto his. A smirk twisting her lips.

“Finally awake?”