Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 199: The Door Opens

Victoria stayed perched on the edge of her desk, legs crossed. She stared for a long moment at the closed door, then lowered her head.

"Dahlia."

Dahlia jumped.

"Yes, ma’am?"

"From now on, keep an eye on Blaze. Every move. Every meeting. Every girl he talks to. I want to know exactly what he’s doing."

Dahlia blinked, confused.

"You... you’re asking me to spy him? But why? With all due respect, ma’am, I believe it will be wise to at least show him we’re considering the option. The Baby-Boom’s situation should interest you more than that..."

Victoria’s lips curved into a delightful smile.

"I heard a lot of pretty words. I didn’t hear the truth."

She pushed off the desk, heels clicking as she stood. The halter-neck dress shifted, her glorious chest settling heavy.

"He didn’t come here to pitch a roster change," she said. "He came here because he got caught snooping. All that talk about rebuilding the team? Convenient cover. I don’t believe a single word."

Dahlia’s mouth opened, closed.

"So... you think he was looking for something specific?"

Victoria walked to the window, arms folding under her chest again.

"I know he was. Question is what. And why now."

She glanced back, blue eyes hard.

"Find it. Discreetly. Report only to me. If there’s the slightest proof that it relates to... that case, then I’ll see how far I’m willing to get my hands dirty."

Dahlia swallowed, nodding slowly.

"Yes, ma’am."

Victoria turned back to the window, staring out at the dim Underground lights.

Nash was fucked. Deeply, completely fucked.

Three million credits to raise in a few days. No help from Victoria. No back channels. Baby-Boom still chained to Monique’s debt and about to get sell as sextoys. Blacklist boys one meltdown away from breaking the team. And now Victoria had Dahlia tailing him, making his quest even more impossible to achieve.

He’d turned a near-disaster into a narrow escape, but the price just skyrocketed.

The train on the way home passed through the dark tunnels, wheels screeching on rails.

Bodies packed tight, swaying with every turn.

Nash leaned against the pole, one arm hooked around it. Lina stood close, her head resting against his chest. She hadn’t pulled away since they left Hangar 47.

The silence between them felt heavy, full of everything that went wrong.

Lina’s fingers twisted the hem of her crop top. Her thighs pressed together. She finally lifted her head, eyes pleading, voice soft.

"Nash... I’m sorry. I messed up. It’s all my fault. You told me to watch the door, and I got distracted. If I’d done what you asked, they wouldn’t have caught us. All this... mess, the three million, it’s because of me."

She bit her lip, looking down at the floor, shoulders curling in. Her hand gripped his shirt tighter, like she was afraid he’d pull away.

Nash looked down at her. He slid his arm from the pole, wrapping both around her waist, pulling her gently against him.

His hands settled low on her back, thumbs brushing slow circles over her skin where the crop top rode up.

"Hey," he said, voice soft. "Look at me."

Lina hesitated, then lifted her eyes. They were worried.

He smiled.

"None of this is your fault. Not one bit."

"But I—"

"No buts." He paused, then his smile turned sly, just a little tease to lighten the mood. "Well... except yours. That’s a pretty great one I need to meet today."

Lina’s cheeks flushed pink. A tiny laugh escaped her, half-surprised, half-relieved. She swatted his chest lightly, but didn’t pull away.

Nash’s hands stayed gently on her back, holding her close.

"Seriously, Lina. I dragged you into that office. I put you on door duty knowing things could go wrong. You stuck with me anyway, and you didn’t leave my side. That’s not messing up. That’s being there when it counted."

Her breath hitched. She pressed her face against his chest again, voice muffled.

"You... you’re not just saying that, right?"

Nash rested his chin on her head, arms tightening around her.

"No. I mean it. You’re my girl. You think I’d let something like this come between us? We’re in this together. Let me handle the rest, it will be fine."

The train lurched. Lina swayed into him, tits soft against his ribs. She let out a shaky breath, fingers unclenching from his shirt to slide around his waist.

"I was so scared," she whispered. "In there. And after. Thought you’d be mad and blame me."

Nash pulled back just enough to look at her. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, thumb lingering on her cheek.

"Never. Not at you. This got harder, yeah. But I’ll figure it out. Like always. I can’t take care of you all if I’m not able to handle my shits, right?"

Lina’s eyes softened. She leaned up on her toes, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his jaw.

"Ah... Fuck, you’re too good to me."

Nash chuckled, keeping his arms around her. "Nah. Just good enough. I’m the worst rat in this hell."

After a short travel, the train finally reached the station.

The doors opened at the lower district stop. Cool, damp air rushed in, greeting Nash and Lina, his hand on her waist, guiding her through the crowd.

They walked the cracked sidewalks, passing by pornhouse, shops. Nash kept his arm around her, fingers resting low on her hip, thumb tracing slow circles on her skin.

Lina’s mood lifted progressively as they moved. She glanced up at him, voice lighter now.

"That was intense back there. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it’d burst. That woman’s glare? Terrifying. But you... you just stood there, talking like a boss. So cool. Like nothing could touch you."

Nash chuckled, squeezing her hip.

"Scared the shit out of me too. But glad I adapt."

She laughed, a real one this time, leaning into him. Her tits pressed against his side, nipples hard from the chill.

"You always do. My hero. Now who deserves a good reward tonight?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Nash grinned.

They turned down a narrower alley, past shuttered stalls and sleeping thugs slumped against walls.

Lina glanced around, frowning.

"Wait... this isn’t my usual way home. Where are we going? Baby, are you lost?"

Nash stopped under a lamp, turning her to face him. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her close.

"You said I deserve a reward, right? I just didn’t want to waste the day sulking and focus on the original plan."

Lina’s eyes widened, curious now. "Original... Plan?"

He smirked, nodding toward a rundown door at the end of the alley. Basic house, metal reinforced, graffiti scars, one flickering bulb over the entrance.

"You’ll see."

Nash knocked twice, and the door instantly opened.

Lina held her breath, Jaz stood there, in the most unexpected form.

Black and white cow print bikini top strained against her gigantic tits, bells dangling from the straps, nipples poking through the thin fabric. A matching low-rise bottoms hinted at a tail-shaped anal plug swinging behind her buttocks, likely inserted. She wore hoof-patterned thigh-high stockings and a bell necklace

She bit her lip.

"Moo for me, Master," she moaned. "Your cow’s been waiting all day to get milked dry."