Dual Wielding

[SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT — DOMINANCE RECOGNIZED]

Trigger Condition: Unstoppable Win Streak

Criteria Fulfilled:

• 17 Consecutive Match Wins

• MVP Performance Every Game

• Full Completion of [Streak Fiend] & [Shared Heat]

• Bond Quest Chain x2 – Lina & Sarra

• Multiple Affection, Lust, and Physical Interaction Triggers

• Stat Usage, Recovery Activation, and Trait Synergy Detected

PERFORMANCE REWARD PACKAGE GRANTED:

• GLOBAL STAT BOOST: +5 to ALL STATS

• BREAKBALL CRYSTALS x3 (1 Rare Guaranteed)

• MYSTERY BOX (RARE) – [Unopened]

• TITLE PROGRESSION: [Court Emperor] – 2/3 Milestones Achieved

• REPUTATION LEVEL: Street King ➝ Underground Prodigy

→ You now draw attention from scouts, syndicates, and rival captains.

• SPECIAL QUEST ALERT:

→ [???: Hidden Bond Quest] – UNLOCKED (Pending Activation)

SESSION TOTAL — RESOURCE GAINS:

• Performance Points (PP): +37

• Body Points (BP): +36

• Seduction Points (SP): +5

• Credits (C): +2,200

• Titles Unlocked: [Playmaker], [Winning Machine]

• Special Traits Unlocked:

→ [Momentum Engine] (Active – Breakball)

→ [Seduction Passive – Randomized Category]

• Bond Sync: +1 Level (Lina & Sarra)

That fake sun overhead was finally giving up, its harsh white peeling back to something smooth and orange, almost cozy, if you squinted past all the busted concrete and faded lines. The court looked like it'd been set on low heat.

The earlier chaos was long gone. Instead, you just got muffled club beats and the kind of laughter that always sounds like trouble. All of it drifting over from neon-lit food stalls and clubs on the next block.

Nash hadn't moved. Still parked at the edge of the paint, soaked straight through, shirt basically glued to him. He was breathing deep, trying to chill, but still practically vibrating. The energy out here wasn't letting up.

"Yo Nash, one more? C'mon, man!"

"Get the girls in, we'll run it full court!"

"Seriously, you're hot right now. Don't tap out."

Someone rolled another ball his way, like temptation in rubber form.

He just stood there. Sweat stuck his shirt to his back, breathing heavy but not even close to winded. He could've kept going for hours. It wasn't his body holding him back.

He shot a look to the side.

Lina was sprawled out on the bench, legs wide, hoodie knotted at the waist, crop top so wet you could practically see her pulse. 

She wasn't even pretending to sit modestly. Arms hanging, mouth open just enough, her eyes locked on his, all mischief with a side of exhaustion.

Next to her, Sarra was hunched over, elbows digging into her knees, hoodie dark with sweat across her chest. 

Hair falling out of its tie, cheeks red, neck shining like a glazed donut. She caught him peeking and gave him a real smile, tiny, but honest. Then she shook her head. That said everything: Game over.

Nash gave her a nod, then turned back to the guys still circling.

"Not tonight," he told them. "We're calling it."

A couple guys groaned. Someone gave him side-eye and wandered off.

"But hey, maybe tomorrow," Nash tossed out, just to keep hope alive.

The crowd thinned, footsteps fading.

He rolled his shoulders, peeled himself away from the court. Reached for a towel, except he didn't have one.

Lina popped up.

She fished something black and lacy from inside her hoodie. Not a towel, not even close. It looked like it belonged in a drawer next to silk and secrets.

She didn't say a word, just stepped in, pressed that scrap of lace to the sweat on his neck, slow and easy.

"This is my favorite," she whispered, lips curling into a half-smile. "Way better than paper, right?"

Nash shot her a look. 

"So now you're wiping my sweat with your underwear?"

She grinned, unbothered. 

"Don't pretend you hate it."

And he didn't. Not one bit.

Lina mashed her underwear against his cheek, trailing it real slow over his jaw, down his neck, and lower.

Sweat started popping up wherever she touched. He just sat there. Didn't twitch, didn't even blink. Just let it unfold.

Lace skimmed along his collarbone, then glided over his chest. Her fingers skated across muscle, hot, tense, and just a little cocky under her hand. She stopped.

"…Shit," she breathed, voice soft but with a wild edge. "You really smell good like this."

Her gaze snapped up, met his for a heartbeat that felt like getting hit in the chest with a brick.

She broke eye contact first, classic, then did a double take and stared right back, almost defiant.

"Kinda hot, huh?" Her mouth curled up. "Like I'm tagging you. My scent, all over."

Nash didn't smile right away. He was already checking her stats in his head—knowing she was running hot. Very hot.

[LINA GOSS – Bond Status]

• Type: Flings / Bold Entanglement

• Bond Sync: 3/5 – Playful Loyalty

• Affection: 78%

• Lust: 86%

• Trust: 56%

→ Trigger Conditions (Updated)

•Flirty Banter & Confident Comebacks

•Expensive or Flashy Gifts

•Teasing Dominance (No Full Commitment)

She craves being chased, cornered, and kept off-balance. Show hunger, don't hand over control.

Public Attention / Social Dominance

Public praise, bold claims, possessive language, make her the center of attention, your way.

•[NEW] "Victory Pet" Dynamic

After a win, Lina wants to be claimed. Publicly. She thrives when treated like the reward, worn on the arm, praised like a trophy.

•[SPECIAL] Mutual Physical Tease Dynamic

Lina loves touch, but only when it's a two-way street. Grab her waist, she'll grab back. Brush her thigh, she'll straddle your lap. Teasing is her foreplay, and she respects Nash more when he plays it like a game between equals.

Perfect.

Nash snared her wrist, easy, fingers gliding over hers, still clutching the lace.

He dragged her hand back up his neck. Slow as hell. Like he had all night.

"Yeah, I think it's hot, too," Nash rumbled, voice all low threat and promise. "And about that party I said we'd hit up…"

His eyes locked on hers, not flinching.

"…maybe we should quit talking and start doing."

Lina's grin was practically wicked, slow, sharp, and spreading.

"Ohhh," she whispered, mostly to herself, knees knocking together. "It's on."

She leaned in close, just enough for her chest to brush his arm. And as she wiped the last bit of sweat from his collarbone, she dragged the lace down, teasing him.

Her fingers lingered long enough to make sure he noticed.

Sarra saw it. The way Lina marked him, the way Nash let her do. 

The lace against his chest, the eye contact, the sensual tension bouncing between them like static. It wasn't subtle.

Sarra should've looked away. She almost did.

But something held her. 

Not just curiosity, something deeper. A low pulse in her chest. A tug behind the ribs. It didn't feel like jealousy, but it wasn't neutral either. 

She swallowed, eyes fixed. Something about being here, beside both of them… made it hard to blink.

She felt warmer than she should've. Flushed and still soaked in sweat, but this heat was different. She could name it, if she wanted.

The system named it for her.

[PASSIVE TRIGGER: Devil's Threeway]

Effect: Reduced jealousy threshold

[NEW] Bond Effect: Shared arousal stimulus triggered

Her breath caught for half a second. She didn't even realize she was biting her lip.

Nash felt it too. A pulse in the air that didn't belong to just Lina anymore.

Then...

[SYSTEM ALERT – HIDDEN QUEST UNLOCKED]

[??? – Trial of Temptation]

Type: Bond / Forbidden Tier

Objective: Have a threesome with Lina and Sarra

Conditions:

• Scene must include mutual consent and active participation

• Emotional fallout must be positive or neutral

Reward: ???

Failure Condition: Any major stat drops post-encounter

Nash blinked.

"…What the hell."

He hadn't expected it, not like this. But now that he thought about it, everything had been lining up.

Devil's Threeway, the sync boosts, the physical tolerance triggers. The system hadn't just allowed it, it had been setting it up.

He side-eyed Sarra again.

Her stats flickered into view like heat shimmer.

[SARRA IVES – Bond Status]

• Type: Developing Interest

• Bond Sync: 2/5 – Budding Devotion

• Affection: 71%

• Lust: 29%

• Trust: 82%

His brow furrowed slightly.

She trusted him more than Lina did. Her affection was nearly as high. Hell, with numbers like that, they were practically close friends… maybe even more, if he dared push it.

But Lust?

Still low. Still cautious.

That was the hard part.

He exhaled slowly. The sunlamp overhead had faded from white to deep amber, casting long shadows across the court. 

Around them, the echo of bouncing balls and shouted scores was long gone, replaced by faint music, the smell of grilling meat, and the undercurrent of nightlife rising in the district.

6 PM.

Nia was out there somewhere. He hadn't checked the new housing spot for Zayela. 

The responsible thing to do would be to clean up, make a plan, go home like a grown man.

But maybe just tonight… he wouldn't.

Maybe tonight wasn't for planning, but for pushing his limits.

He glanced between them again, Lina smirking, Sarra trying not to fidget under his gaze.

And Nash?

He smiled slow.

"Tonight," he muttered, "might be the night I'm rejecting my humanity."