Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: [R18]An Eye For an Eye, A Fuck for a Fuck(4)
Jinzo leaned against the window, forehead pressed to the cool glass, fogging up from his breath. A half-empty beer bottle dangled loose in his fingers like an afterthought.

Outside, the city’s neon glow pulsed, pinks, blues, blinding whites bleeding into the fake-ass night sky. None of it touched the irritation churning in his gut.

Fucking Nash. Fucking party. Should’ve stayed home.

He’d stormed out earlier, pissed about all the bullshit favoring Nash, how the whole crew was drowning in booze and bad decisions.

Now, after some time alone with the cold air biting his skin and cheap beer coating his tongue, the edge was wearing off. He sighed, shoulders slumping.

Might as well head back. Check if they’re still alive or if he has started fucking Jaz.

He pivoted, bottle still in hand, and shuffled toward the suite’s main room, then the door creaked open on rusty hinges, and he froze mid-step, eyes widening.

Two naked bodies stumbled in, locked in a tangled, sweaty embrace.

Nash, tall and lean with his dark hair plastered damply to his forehead from sweat, cradled Hina in his arms, a predatory grin twisting his lips like he owned the world.

His strong, veined hands gripped Hina’s pale, quivering thighs, one palm clamped possessively around her slender waist, the other digging deep into her plump, jiggling ass cheeks, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Hina’s small, curvy body hung suspended against him, her vibrant yellow hair a wild, tousled cascade tumbling down her arched back, the waves at the ends bouncing erratically with each step.

Her toned legs were wrapped tightly around Nash’s waist, her swollen pussy impaled on his thick, veined cock, the shaft sliding in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion that made obscene wet sounds.

Her arms clung desperately to his neck, her big, perky tits pressed flush against his chest, the hard pink nipples scraping against his skin, bouncing with each involuntary thrust as they moved.

What the actual fuck… Jinzo’s breath hitched sharply, his grip on the bottle tightening.

He ducked behind the kitchen counter in a panic, eyes glued to the unfolding scene through the gap.

They hadn’t spotted him. Nash was focused on Hina, and Hina… she looked utterly wasted, not from booze, but from some overload of pleasure and sheer exhaustion, her face a deep flush of red, eyes half-lidded and glassy, lips parted in breathless moans that sent an unwelcome shiver down Jinzo’s spine.

Nash carried her deeper into the kitchen, his cock still buried balls-deep inside her, each step driving it even further into her stretched, dripping pussy.

White foam and slick juices coated his shaft in a glossy sheen, dripping down his swinging balls, leaving a trail of glossy wetness on her inner thighs and the floor.

Hina’s pussy lips were puffy and red, stretched impossibly wide around his girth, her clit swollen and peeking out, glistening under the kitchen light.

“Too… too much, Nash…” Hina mumbled weakly. “Put me… down… it hurts…”

Nash smirked wider, his hips bucking in a deliberate, teasing thrust that made her gasp sharply.

“You wanted it, bitch. Don’t whine now.” He jumped once for emphasis, his cock slamming deep with a wet smack, her ass jiggling wildly like jelly.

“Fuck! Ow!” Hina’s head lolled back dramatically, her tits bouncing high, her moans breaking into a choked sob. “You… you bastard…”

Jinzo’s cock twitched involuntarily in his pants.

What the fuck? What the hell happened in there? That’s… That’s Hina? The stupid one from Baby-Boom? She’s… getting fucked like that? By him?

His mind reeled, a mix of disbelief and a weird, twisted relief.

It wasn’t Jaz, thank god, not his amazon goddess of a girlfriend being railed like some porn star. But Nash? That smug asshole had somehow landed Hina, the easy tease who’d flashed them those coy smiles and her panty before? That poor girl who had never fucked a man, and her first time had to be with this… savage?

It stung, it really stung, even if he was relieved, it was really annoying.

How’d he pull that off? Her friends were around, they couldn’t have… Is this another stupid dare?

His body betrayed him further, the growing erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans, throbbing with each glimpse of the scene.

This is fucked up… and why the fuck am I getting hard? For fucking sake!

He shifted awkwardly, trying to ignore it, but his hand moved on autopilot, slipping into his jeans, fingers wrapping tentatively around his thickening shaft.

Damn it, no… but… look at her. Those tits, that ass… she’s so damn sexy… Easy lay, yeah, but hot as fuck. And Nash gets to pound her? That prick?

He stroked himself slowly at first, eyes devouring Hina’s bouncing tits, her stretched pussy swallowing Nash’s cock whole, the way it pistoned in and out with relentless. Poor girl! That had to be traumatizing for a virgin, being destroyed like that… So why did she look like she was enjoying it?

The annoyance burned a lot; he wanted to be the one buried in her, not that douche again. But the sight was too raw, too hypnotic, his hand picking up speed despite the internal rage.

Nash reached the kitchen counter, easing Hina’s ass onto the edge without pulling out, his cock still lodged deep.

He snatched a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping it down greedily, his throat bobbing with each swallow.

Hina whimpered softly, her hips twitching involuntarily, her pussy clenching visibly around his cock as she tried to shift for relief.

“Stop… movin’… someone… might see…”

Her voice was feeble, showing a little panic, but her legs tightened around him anyway, pulling him impossibly deeper, like her body craved it even as her words begged otherwise.

“Stay hydrated,” Nash said flatly, as he tipped the bottle casually, pouring a stream of ice-cold water over Hina’s head.

It splashed across her head, tits, making her nipples pebble even harder, rivulets racing down her stomach to mingle with the slick mess at her pussy.

“Kyaa! Cold! You asshole!”

Hina squealed, squirming wildly on the counter, but she made no real move to push him away. Instead, her hips rolled subtly, grinding against his embedded cock.

“Stop… someone’s gonna… come in…”

Jinzo’s hand pumped faster now, his cock fully hard and throbbing in his grip as he watched from his hiding spot.

The fuck you mean… if you hate it, scream! Scream the fuck up! Bitch is loving every second…

Why didn’t she just scream? The others would come, he would intervene to act like a hero, and Nash would be arrested for rape.

All she had to do was screaming now… but the only lips working on this damn sexy body was the ones gripping greedily Nash’s fucking dick.

Look at her hips grinding, legs pulling him in… she’s turned on. This bitch always looked like that, easy, flirty… Of course she would have fell for their stupid chat… you bitch… I hope he pop a hole in your womb.

The jolt of arousal hit harder, his strokes syncing with Nash’s shallow, teasing thrusts, the fear and pleasure mixing in Hina’s expressions sending electric thrills through him.

Nash set the bottle down with a clunk, grabbing Hina’s hips firmly and slamming into her harder. Her scream pierced the air, echoing off the walls, her tits bouncing wildly like they had a mind of their own, pussy squirting a small, glistening arc of fluid onto the counter in a messy splash.

“You like fucking people without consent, huh?” Nash growled, thrusting deep and hard, her flat belly bulging visibly with the outline of his cock pushing against her skin. “Think you can just use me like a toy and walk away?”

Jinzo held his breath, holy shit he could see his dick through her stomach. Just how big was he? How deep?? She was a fucking virgin, right? How could she survive that kind of fuck?

Hina sobbed dramatically, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, but she managed a sassy retort through the gasps.

“Y-you… should be happy! A… beautiful girl… like me even… bothered… to fuck you!”

Nash’s eyes darkened, a chuckle rumbling low in his throat as he reared back and spanked her ass with a resounding crack, his fingers clenching into the soft, rippling flesh of her butt cheeks like he was kneading dough.

He thrust brutally then, each powerful snap of his hips shaking her small frame like a ragdoll, her breasts bouncing comically high, almost smacking her chin.

Hina yelped sharply—”AHH-AAH-AH!”—her moans escalating louder, eyes squeezing shut.

Jinzo held his breath, frozen, but then she cracked her eyes open slightly, looking utterly dazzled, her nose brushing against Nash’s in an intimate nuzzle as she whimpered.

“S-sorry… I meant sorry! It was bad… I won’t do it again!”

Nash smirked, slowing his pace just enough to tease.

“Took a lot, but you’re starting to get it. But if you’re honest… why does this excite you so much?”

He spanked her ass again, the crack echoing like a whip, her flesh rippling like disturbed water.

Hina screamed, her pussy squirting again in a forceful spray, soaking his abs in a glistening sheen.

Jinzo’s hand was moving so fast he could swear it was blurring. Maybe his potential in Breakball came from this kind of activity?

His cock leaked pre-cum steadily as he watched Hina’s total surrender.

This whole situation is absurd… why is she apologizing? And she keeps cumming her brains out… Holy shit, that’s the best damn show I’ve seen in ages, way hotter than that lame foursome this idiot pulled off before.

His arousal spiked with every desperate moan, every wet, squelching thrust. It was so raw, and her shame twisted with her pleasure. He couldn’t hold it any longer, he just wished he would ravage her more.

She’s crying, begging, and still squirting like a fountain… I wanna step out, confront them. Maybe they’d freak and let me join? Nash acts like a bro sometimes, he might even share… What… Shit, what’s wrong with me? I’ve got Jaz as my girl. So why bother asking Hina? I could just go there and fuck her… She wanted to have sex, right? So why… why can’t I move? What’s this weird magic blocking me?

He couldn’t face the obvious, he was too addicted, too hooked on watching. Doing it himself? Nah, he didn’t need to try to know that this, right here, was far superior… at least for him.

His mind reeled, and his hand kept rubbing furiously.

Hina’s sobs crescendoed, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

“I’m sorry… I… I shouldn’t be… but… fuck… I love this…” Her voice cracked into a broken whisper, her hips bucking wildly to meet Nash’s thrusts, her pussy gushing nonstop like a broken faucet. “You’re… too good… fucking… bastard… fuck too good… I can’t… stop…”

Nash growled low, lifting her off the counter effortlessly, still impaled on his cock, and strode to the sofa. He plopped down, Hina straddling him now, his shaft buried deep.

Her pussy lips stretched wide and red, leaking slick foam and juices, her thighs quivering as she struggled to hold steady.

“Move,” he ordered, leaning back with his hands laced behind his head like a king on his throne. “You want it so bad, so do the work.”

Hina whimpered pitifully, fresh tears falling, but her hips started rolling, slow and tentative at first, then faster, grinding his cock deep inside her with desperate circles.

“You… lazy freak…” she sobbed. Her tits bounced hypnotically, her pussy squelching loudly, cum and juices dripping in rivulets onto his thighs.

“Fuck… you… Nash…”

Jinzo’s strokes were frantic, his eyes devouring the view: Hina’s plump ass cheeks clenching and releasing, fluids coating her entire lower body in a shiny mess, slick juices, white foam, and thick cum oozing from her pussy and even her ass, dribbling down in sticky trails.

He… he fucked her in the ass too? Is this bastard serious?! What the fuck!!! He’s crazy?! She’s a fucking virgin!! How could he do that?!

– How could he have missed that.

He gulped.

That soft, delicate little hole, ravaged by his monster cock? Shit…

The thought hit like a lightning bolt, his mind flashing to how tight and spectacular it must’ve been, did she scream? She must have screamed! She had too, her anus was almost red.

He though deeply about it, and suddenly, a small spurt of cum escaped him accidentally, warm and sticky in his hand.

He breathed hard, he did masturbate often, but this, this might have been the most intense session, and after the weird pleasure, he also met the worst post nut clarity he ever felt.

Shame flooded him instantly, a hollow emptiness settling in his chest like lead.

What the fuck…

He looked at his hand, covered in his own sperm, with his heart covered with another feeling: shame.

He had just masturbated to the guy he hated the most, pounding someone. And even worse, he came before him, like a pathetic loser.

Disappointment. He felt like the biggest chump in the world, hiding and jerking off while Nash dominated the room. Hina’s body was covered in his cum, showing that no matter how much, he could still do it over, and over, while Jinzo was already holding a flat sausage.

Was that a divine punition or something?

Nash sighed suddenly.

“You gonna watch forever, or you gonna come out now?”

Jinzo froze solid, his hand stilling on his limp cock.

Shit!!! Did he… see me? How the hell?

His heart pounded against his ribs. He had been seen? How? He was tucked behind the counter, no way Nash could’ve clocked him.

Fuck… fuck… He gulped hard, ready to bolt, his spent dick still recovering in his grip.

But before he could move a muscle, a shadow stirred.

Rei stepped out from an open bedroom door, arms crossed tightly, her dark eyes fixed on Nash and Hina with a single raised brow.