Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 174: [R18] The King’s Eight(10)

Meanwhile, in the other locker room, Drex stepped out of the shower stall, towel slung low on his hips.

Nothing could beat the bliss of a post victory shower, he felt good: legs loose, shoulders relaxed, all good in the best world.

Entering the locker room again, he expected the usual post-game chaos: lockers slamming, music blasting, someone yelling about whose turn it was to buy protein shakes.

Instead he walked into silence.

The locker room was dim, only the overhead fluorescents flickering half-dead.

The boys were still in their game outfits, jerseys soaked with dried sweat for mac, perfectly intact for the others NPCs.

No one had showered.

They sat or stood in a loose circle, shoulders tense, eyes on the floor.

Drex stopped mid-step, towel dripping on the tile.

"...What the hell happened?"

Mac sat on the bench, elbows on knees, staring at nothing.

His hands trembled around the water bottle in his hand.

Drex followed his gaze, nothing there, and frowned.

"Yo, Mac. Talk to me. If this is about Ma’am benching you again, I swear—"

"It’s not that," Mac cut in.

Drex snorted, trying to lighten the mood.

"Then what? Nash being a dick again? Dude thinks he’s the second coming because he’s the one who own the team. Let him have his little ego trip, can’t do shit anyway, Ma’am is head over heels for him. Man must secretly clean her tuna tank. You’ll get your chance if you don’t make any mistake next time."

Mac’s head snapped up, eyes burning.

"You still don’t get it, do you?"

Drex blinked.

"...Get what?"

Mac stood slowly, towering even sitting he was big, but standing he looked ready to snap someone in half.

"You played tonight because there wasn’t another girl on the roster," he said,

"That’s it. That’s the only reason. Nash would’ve benched your ass in a heartbeat if he had another pussy to fill."

The room went colder, all exchanged looks.

Drex barked a laugh, looking straight into Mac’s eyes.

"Bullshit. I’ve been starting since day one. I earn my minutes. Don’t put me in your shoes just because you fumble when a girl touch you."

Mac stepped closer.

"Earn? You earn because you’re the only warm body without a pussy that know at least the rules. If Dahlia could pass the ball, you’d be holding her clipboard."

Drex’s jaw flexed, the towel suddenly feeling too tight around his hips.

"Watch your mouth."

"Truth hurts?" Mac sneered. "Face it, Drex. You’re the token guy. Nash keeps you around because he has to. One decent chick shows up tomorrow and you’re back on the bench with the rest of us."

Drex’s fists clenched.

"I’ve never been benched. Not once. You jealous or just stupid?"

Mac opened his mouth, ready to unload.

"I swear, I’ll beat his ass if you don’t stop me now, Jin..." then froze.

The room froze with him. Their eyes wondered around, realizing that their was suddenly a lack of the most popular voice.

Empty locker.

Empty spot on the bench.

Jinzo’s bag was still there, unzipped, jersey tossed half-out like he’d been in the middle of changing.

Mac’s stomach dropped.

"...Jin?"

Silence, then the collective gasp, low and horrified.

"Shit."

Jinzo was gone, and everyone in the room had a pretty damn good idea where he’d gone.

Jinzo stormed down the corridor.

His head was a war zone.

Victoria’s voice kept looping.

"Match review tomorrow. Everyone out. Now."

Mac had opened his mouth, joking stupidly that it was something about Nash’s bullshit power, about how they should calling Mister, but she’d cut him off with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes behind those tinted glasses.

"Mac. Next game, you’re on the bench. Keep talking and it’s permanent. Know your place."

The idiot had been silenced.

Then the staff started packing up fast, as if they had stolen something and we’re trying to get the hell out. Something was definitely wrong, he could tell it.

Then, someone muttered, "Alicia and Nia aren’t here."

There it was, how could he have forgot?

"Probably riding Nash’s victory lap again."

"Queen treatment, right?"

More laughs. Those idiots had no dignity...

Yes, he was certainly enjoying a shower you virgins would never get, and you were there joking about this bastard.

Jinzo had rolled his eyes, he was annoyed, but whatever.

Then another sub piped up, casual as hell:

"Wait... Jaz isn’t here either."

His heart might have stopped there, because he had no fucking idea of what happened next. He just happened to be in the corridor, running endlessly.

His heart punched his ribs so hard he almost stumbled.

Jaz.

His Jaz.

This fucking Jaz again.

The one who accepted to be his girl.

The one he was so proud to call babe when there was an audience.

The one so sexy and beautiful guys had begged him to arrange a threesome, just so they could taste this goddess.

No one had ever touched her, no one knew what her pussy looked like, what was the form of her tits.

She was pure as hell and would never undress in front of people. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She looked powerful, tough, but she was shy and pure as hell.

And oh, he loves pure girls.

But this purity, this innocence had been soiled by the worst poison.

Nash... Nash... Always Nash!

This bastard... This bastard who never got tired of breaking girls.

This bastard with that abnormal fucking dick!

His fists clenched so tight the knuckles cracked.

No... Oh no, he wouldn’t... He wouldn’t let this man touch Jaz, his Jaz with that thing.

Not before him, not after him, not even in death.

FUCKING NEVER!

No more bullshit about Aiko and trying to get another girl, it was his fucking girl...

He walked faster, boots echoing louder, the corridor’s lights flickering overhead like they were mocking him.

Every step replayed the locker room in his head Victoria’s smile as he stormed out, Mac’s shut mouth, the staff’s knowing looks, the empty spots where the three girls on the roster should’ve been.

They knew, they all knew. This is why there wasn’t any team meeting.

Jinzo rounded the last corner at a sprint, chest heaving.

The Baby-Boom locker-room door loomed ahead, pink light bleeding under the crack.

And there they were.

Five Baby-Boom subs, second-stringers he barely knew even existed, clustered like kids at a peep-show.

One was on tiptoes, ear pressed to the door.

Another had her phone wedged in the gap, recording.

A third was giggling into her sleeve, face red, thighs squeezed together.

All five were flushed, eyes glassy, breathing hard.

Jinzo stopped dead.

"What the hell is this?"

They jumped like startled cats.

Phones clattered, one girl squeaked, another slapped a hand over her own mouth too late.

"Shit, it’s one of Blacklist’s guys—"

Jinzo didn’t wait, he instantly knew.

He shoved forward, shoulder-checking the closest girl aside.

"JAZ! JAZ, GET OUT HERE!"

His voice cracked the hallway.

Hands grabbed him instantly, five sets at once, surprisingly strong.

Someone yanked a piece of clothes over his head from behind, blinding him.

Another slammed another piece of clothes over his mouth.

A third looped an arm around his throat in a loose but practiced choke.

"Shhh!" one hissed, panicked but excited.

"You’ll ruin it!"

They dragged him back two steps, then pinned him on the ground.

Jinzo thrashed, muffled shouts vibrating against the clothes over his lips.

Inside the locker room, the wet slap of skin on skin and a girl’s broken moan rolled out clear as day.

The subs’ eyes went wider, cheeks redder.

One of them, tiny, freckled, probably a freshman, leaned in close, breath hot on his ear, voice trembling with second-hand thrill.

"Sorry, but you can’t enter," she whispered, almost apologetic, almost proud.

"They’re... busy."

Another giggle, stifled.

Jinzo’s struggles slowed.

He could hear everything now: the rhythmic thud of bodies, someone’s voice cracking into soft, sweet moans, was that Nia? Alicia too?

Just how many voices where there?

The girl holding his mouth eased her palm just enough for him to breathe.

Inside, before Jinzo arrived, Kai was straddling Nash in reverse-cowgirl on the bench, thighs spread wide, the slick heat of her cunt gliding up and down the full length of his cock.

No penetration yet, just teasing friction, her folds parting around the shaft, lips kissing every vein as she rocked.

Her hands braced on his knees, back arched, her short black hair sticking to her neck, yellow eyes half-lidded in pure hunger.

"Fuck me already," she growled, grinding harder, the head nudging her entrance on every roll.

Nash’s hands locked on her hips, ready to lift and slam her down.

Then the shout outside.

A man’s voice, angry, and familiar.

Nash froze.

Kai froze.

Every girl in the room froze.

Alicia sat up, cum still dripping from her thighs, eyes wide.

Nia tilted her head, listening.

Miko pushed her cracked glasses up, suddenly alert.

Rei was the only one who didn’t flinch.

She slowly uncrossed her arms, expression cold as ice.

"I told you," she said quietly. "Now great, another problem."

The shouting outside was a voice they knew too well. Jinzo’s voice, raw and furious.

Jaz’s entire body went rigid.

Her mind shattered.

He was here. He had followed me. He was here and he would drag her out.

He was going to stop this moment, this opportunity to enter the world of those who had graduated from virgin.

Again. Always... And for what? To go back watching? Always jerking off to her like she was a fucking porn magazine?

How come everyone said she was sexy but she was always the virgin inexperienced? It was her moment, her chance to understand why Alicia was making those grunts in the shower, why Nia couldn’t walk.

And look how big he was... In doujin, they used to say that a small dick couldn’t satisfy a normal girl, so her, over her massive proportion, it wasn’t even worth a foreplay.

But Nash... Nash was perfect, she would definitely feel this dick.

He was the one making her dream without penetrating her, she had dreamed about him so much she even fingered herself on his memory.

Masturbating? Fuck, she was starting to look like this failure of a boyfriend... never giving her what she needed, what she had begged for in her head every single night...

Her fists clenched hard.

No.

Not tonight.

Not when she finally had it.

She stepped forward.

Every eye turned to her.

Jaz’s blonde hair was wild, her massive tits heaving under the light, thighs still trembling from fingering herself raw while watching.

Her face was flushed dark, eyes burning with something between rage and absolute certainty.

She walked forward, in a way very different than usual, slow steps, hips swaying like a predator.

Kai looked up, saw the look in Jaz’s eyes, and understood instantly.

She lifted herself off Nash’s cock with a wet sound, stepped aside, and gave Jaz the spot without a word.

Nash watched her approach, cock still raging hard, slick and shining.

Jaz stopped in front of him, chest rising and falling fast.

"I’ve been waiting that for six years," she said.