Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball - Chapter 143

Chapter 143: The Reverse Trap
The room smelled like sweat and sex. Hina was moaning loudly, rhythmic sounds that made a perfect background sound of wet noises of skin slapping skin.

Jinzo was still hunched behind the counter, his dick limp and sticky in his hand. His eyes were wide, practically popping out of his head, as he tried to make sense of the crazy shit happening right in front of him.

What the hell is going on? Rei’s here now?

Nash sprawled on the sofa like a King on his throne, Hina straddling his lap, her petite, curvy body rocking with desperate urgency. Her hips rolled in slow, hypnotic circles at first, then picked up speed, grinding down on his thick cock buried deep inside her.

Cum oozed lazily from her stretched pussy and ass, forming sticky trails that dripped down his thighs and pooled on the cushions.

She whimpered, eyes glazed over in a haze of exhaustion and ecstasy, utterly lost to the sensation. Nash’s hands rested possessively on her jiggling ass, fingers occasionally squeezing the soft flesh, eliciting sharp yelps that only made her grind harder, her big tits bouncing wildly with each motion.

Rei’s eyes narrowed to slits, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stepped forward, ignoring the obscene soundtrack of Hina’s escalating moans.

“Well, well,” she snarled. “Looks like the spider got tangled in her own web. Hina, what the fuck are you doing? Get off him. Now.”

Hina pouted dramatically, shaking her head like a stubborn kitten, her tits jiggling with the motion.

“Niiiuuu… Reicchi… feels too good… can’t stop…”

She ground down harder, her pussy clenching visibly, a fresh squirt of fluid soaking Nash’s lap in a glistening mess.

Nash smirked, his green eyes locking onto Rei’s with a predatory gleam. He thrust up once, making Hina squeal in ecstasy and squirt another small arc onto his abs.

“Problem, captain? Your little plan didn’t quite pan out the way you wished, did it?”

Rei’s frown deepened, her fists clenching at her sides.

“You think you’re so clever, Nash? We’re the ones who invited you; you had no control here.”

Nash smirked, his cock hardening further inside Hina, swelling noticeably and making her rock faster, her moans turning into frantic, breathy cries.

“Oh, please. Let me lay it out for you, since you’re dying to hear it. Your grand scheme: Send in Hina and Kai to seduce me, wrap me around your pretty little fingers. Get me hooked, make me sabotage my own team just for another taste. Hina was the star, supposed to fuck me senseless tonight, leave me begging like a dog by morning. I’d throw the match tomorrow to get her again, and poof, you ghost me, leaving me high and dry. Standard Baby-Boom playbook, right? Turn the opponent’s key player into a lovesick puppet.”

This strategy was a classic honey trap: Use one of the girls in the team, usually the specialist in body contact, to lure an opponent into bed, drive him wild.

Nash had studied their reputation on social media forums and had anticipated this.

Now, he had reversed it entirely; now, Hina, their seductive “black widow,” had been reduced to his personal cum dumpster, addicted and begging for more instead of the other way around.

“Oh, I knew your tactics from the start,” Nash continued smoothly, as if reading from a script he’d written himself. “I planned for it all along. Hina’s fear of leaving that bathroom? Crystal clear, she was terrified because you were lurking outside, waiting to confirm the trap had worked. I flipped the script on you. Now look at her.”

He spanked Hina’s ass lightly, the flesh rippling under his palm like waves on a pond.

“Addicted. Rolling her hips like she can’t live without it. Your black widow’s become my plaything now.”

In truth, Nash hadn’t planned it from the absolute beginning; he’d pieced it together on the fly, thanks to the system’s risk factor alert on Hina.

It had revealed her fear of fucking in the hallway from knowing Rei was stationed nearby, ready to debrief and ensure the plan’s success. Armed with that insight, Nash had turned the tables, already dominating Hina, he knew Rei would be nearby.

And that little room close to the room where everyone was drunk was the perfect place to hide and watch.

Hina moaned louder, her hips grinding frantically now.

“Nash… harder… please… oooh…”

Rei snarled. Now that everything was on the table, there was no more reason to feign ignorance.

“Men like you… always thinking with your dicks, ruining everything. I hate your kind, more than anything. You’re pretty clever, I’ll give you that. We tried to exploit your weakness, but you… you created one in us?” She glanced at Hina with disgust, her voice sharpening. “Hina, you stupid bitch, I said, get off him. Now!”

Hina shook her head again, pouting like a petulant cat denied its toy.

“K… ki… kiss my stretched ass… you… lesbian!”

She ground down even harder, her pussy clenching rhythmically, another squirt drenching Nash’s lap.

Nash shrugged nonchalantly, then thrust up brutally, making Hina scream in raw ecstasy, her body convulsing.

“Not my fault. She’s hooked, just like you planned to do to me, but it backfired spectacularly. I didn’t fail; I got a damn good fuck out of it. I’ll put a word in for you when I fuck Alicia.”

Rei’s eyes flashed with unbridled rage. Nash and Hina used a specific way to mock her, because while Hina knew Rei personally, Nash had caught the truth behind Rei’s attitude, from way earlier, when he had checked her system for the first time.

[REI KIMURA]

• Type: Rival Dominance

• Affection: 12%

• Lust: 8% (male aversion)

• Trust: 15%

→ Preferences

• Love Type: Female-Centric Control

• Erotic Weakness: Teasing + Submission

• Position Type: Scissoring, face-sitting, strap-on play, legs interlocked

• Foreplay Style: Verbal taunts, light bondage, nipple play

→ Trigger Conditions

• Interactions with females in power dynamics

• Witnessing male vulnerability or failure

• Environments emphasizing female solidarity (e.g., band practices)

→ In-Scene Trigger Events

• Nash attempting flirtation → -5% Lust, -2% Trust

• Observing Nash with other women → -3% Affection, +4% Lust

• Direct confrontation or challenge → +3% Trust, -2% Lust

• Recalling male dominance attempts → -5% Affection

• Female bandmate praise → +5% Affection

• Nash’s composure cracking → +2% Affection, +1% Lust

• Awkward silence or avoidance → -4% Trust

→ Risk Factor

Rei harbors a deep-seated aversion to men, viewing them as threats to control. Affection and Lust toward Nash remain minimal; pushing bonds risks backlash or sabotage. Focus on indirect alliances to avoid hostility.

He grinned inwardly. Two steps ahead, even if it had started by luck. She was the real gay firecracker of the night, a man-hater through and through. The System nailed it early; no wonder she pushed the seduction plays on others.

Their verbal sparring ramped up, Hina’s moans providing an obscene, unrelenting soundtrack, her hips rocking wildly as Nash swelled even harder inside her, stretching her further.

“You admit it then,” Rei hissed, leaning in closer, her breath hot with challenge. “You were trying to weaken us too?”

“Guilty as charged,” Nash replied, pounding harder into Hina, her cries peaking into shrill ecstasy. “Next time, send Kai too. One isn’t enough to satisfy me, and I like tomboys.”

Jinzo watched from his hiding spot, utterly stunned, his mind whirling.

This is batshit insane… Rei’s a puppet master? Behind all this? There was a plan from the beginning?