Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: [R18]A Cuck’s POV (3)
Kai stepped next to me, arms still crossed, golden eyes sharp as she glanced sideways.

“Look at her go,” she said low. “You fine just standing there doing nothing? It’s already been a few minutes, why haven’t you stormed in like a hero?”

I didn’t answer.

Yeah, why didn’t I move?

Ah, yes, the number. They were too many people against me.

I could beat all of them in a one on one, but if they all attacked me at once, it was another story.

It was a good reason.

It should be obvious, right?

My throat was dry, my eyes glued to the scene.

Kai turned to me fully, her smirk widening.

“Come on, big boy. Your girlfriend’s getting her guts rearranged right in front of you. Aren’t you gonna… Uh?… Wait…”

Oh no.

Her eyes dropped lower.

To the tent in my shorts, and the wet spot spreading dark across the front.

“No way…” she breathed.

I knew I was dead the moment I heard her voice turning joyful.

“You… You’re actually hard? You’re hard… From watching this?”

The whole circle turned instantly.

Why are women so dramatic?

Every pair of eyes was locked on the bulge in my pant, the leak, and my paling face.

Nia barked a laugh from the back, leaning on a locker.

“No way… Jinzo, what the fuck? You… Holy shit, you’re one of those weirdos?!”

Aiko frowned hard, cheeks red, then looked away fast, but not before I saw her look of disdain, or maybe disgust.

Rei’s face twisted, in actual disgust, eyes narrowing like she wanted to puke, but her arms stayed crossed, thighs trembling subtlety.

Then, like the bitch she is, clapped hands over her cheeks, her massive tits jiggling.

“Oh my god oh my god, everyone, look! He’s really leaking!” she squealed with a bright smile, eyes sparkling like it was the funniest thing ever.

The subs gasped and chuckled, circling closer, looking at my face, my crotch, my shame.

When was I so popular? Who did I kill to deserve that?

I felt it burn, my face hot, stomach twisting, cock throbbing harder because of their eyes.

They were seeing me.

The cool guy, the one who bagged Jaz, now standing there with a hard-on while his girl got ruined three feet away.

I wanted to hide.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to punch Nash’s face in.

But my body wouldn’t move.

Just stood there, leaking more, the spot spreading down like a stain I could never wash out.

Kai’s smirk turned vicious.

“Oh… I see why you didn’t do her. You’re really a cuck. Well, you can say thank you for the show.”

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

Just a pathetic, choked whimper.

Kai tilted her head, grin widening.

“Come on, take it out.”

I froze.

She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes.

“Don’t be shy, take your dick out and jerk it. I know you want it. Do it, I want to confirm something.”

My stomach dropped.

In a moment like that, for a bitch to use this line, it had to be an attempt to humiliate me with the size of my dick.

Five inches on a good day.

Hardly fills a hand.

And right now it’s leaking like a broken faucet because my girlfriend’s getting destroyed by a real cock.

You fucking bitch.You smug, big-chested tomboy cunt. I’ll break your jaw. I’ll—

But my hands didn’t move.

My voice didn’t work.

Kai’s eyes flicked down again, then back up.

“Too scared? Or just embarrassed everyone’s gonna laugh harder when they see what you’ve been hiding?”

Hina’s giggle floated over.

“Awww, don’t bully him too hard, Kai-chan~

He’s already crying.”

It was the worst. I could see everything, see everyone. Their attention had completely switched from the two animals to me.

I wanted to just beat her ass here, at least a punch… Anything… But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

Because right then Jaz slammed down one final time.

The bench leg snapped.

CRACK!!

The bench leg gave way completely with a sharp noise that echoed off the lockers, splinters flying like shrapnel, the whole thing tipping over in a mess of creaking metal and snapping slats.

They crashed sideways onto the broken wood.

Nash hit the tile first, Jaz’s giant body slamming down on top of him, her massive tits squishing against his chest, soft flesh overflowing everywhere, her ass cheeks spreading wide across his lap.

For a moment, everything stopped.

Nash lay there, dazed, mind spinning like he’d been hit by a truck.

Fuck… what just happened? She rode him so hard the bench broke… her cunt was still clenching around him…

Jaz was stunned for a second, sprawled on top of him, her golden eyes wide and unfocused, hair splayed across his face like a wet curtain.

Then she bit her lower lip hard, her eyes crossing.

Her whole body seized.

A long, guttural growl-moan ripped out of her throat.

“Nnghhh—oooogrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” as she squirted hard again, cunt spasming around his buried cock. I could see hot jets of clear fluid gushing out, soaking his abs, his balls, the broken bench beneath them.

She growled through it, deep, animal, teeth still clamped on her lip, body shaking wildly, thighs clenching his sides, ass flexing in his hands, moans turning into growling grunts as the orgasm stretched longer, her cunt milking him in waves that made his eyes twitch.

Was this animal really my Jaz? Why did she never made these sound with me?

Nash started recovering, eyes fluttering open, but, suddenly, Jaz straddled him again, hands slamming down on his shoulders, fingers digging into muscle like claws.

Her massive tits hung heavy above his face, nipples brushing his lips with every breath.

“You can go again, right?” she panted, voice rough and impatient, golden eyes wild.

“Tell me you can… Yes, you can…”

Without waiting, she reached down, wrapped both hands around his cock, fingers barely closing around the girth, and rubbed it hard against her pussy lips.

Jaz, for god’s sake!

It was like someone rubbing a sausage in sauce.

She dragged the head up and down her swollen folds, smearing the mix of her love juice and his cum leaking enormously from her gaping cunt.

Thick, white globs coated the shaft, her juices running in clear rivers, the friction making wet, sloppy sounds, SCHLICK—SCHLICK—SCHLICK, her lips parting and closing around the tip like they were kissing it, sucking it in.

Nash groaned, hips bucking up on instinct.

Jaz grinned, then slammed down again.

Slowly at first.

One deep, rolling drop.

CLAP!

Her ass cheeks clapped his thighs, the flesh rippling slow like waves in honey.

Then harder.

CLAP! CLAP!

Faster.

CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP!

Her ass moved like a machine, cheeks spreading wide on the downstroke, clapping together on the up, rippling in perfect, obscene waves that made the air hum, the bench creak louder under the force.

Sweat flew off her skin in sparkles, tits bouncing hard.

The wet squelching from her cunt was nonstop, GLORP—GLORP—GLORP, cum foaming white around the base, squirting out the sides in messy splashes with every slam.

The bench groaned, wood splintering more under the pounding, but they didn’t stop.

Nash grabbed her ass harder, fingers sinking deep, spreading her cheeks wide to watch his cock disappear inside her.

Jaz growled, leaning forward, tits smothering his face, her moans turning animal and euphoric.

The pounding never slowed.

And I just watched.

Frozen.

Hard.

Broken.