Yalatola

[SPECIAL QUEST:
Objective: Have sex with Selene on a crowded metro train.
Success Condition: Keep her quiet and avoid being seen.
Reward: +7 SP | Unlock: ‘Shadow Touch’ | Bond Access with Selene initiated.]

Nash Blaze blinked at the screen.

“Excuse me… what?”
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They say the Upperworld is paradise, clean air, real sunlight, and lives worth living.

Down here, we've got rust, shadows… and Breakball.

A savage fusion of street basketball, bloodsport, and raw spectacle, Breakball is the only way out of the slums.

No rules. No mercy. Men and women grind together, shirtless or in skin-tight outfits, fighting for points, pride, and power.

Drugs flow. Sex sells. One match can change your life... or end it.

And once a year, the rich come down to watch us bleed. The Blood Star Invitational, one shot to rise, or vanish forever.

Nash Blaze was built for this world. Quiet. Tactical. Obsessed with winning. A pass-first point ghost who made his trash team look like stars.

But on the day of their miracle call-up, his teammates kicked him out.

"You're too weak for the pros. Just a ghost on the court." 
Even his girlfriend left him, right into the arms of the new team ace.

Abandoned, forgotten. Nash was ready to disappear.

Until something inside him snapped.

[REWRITE SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
Categories: Body | Mind | Lust | Dominance. Boosts gained through Training, Victory, Seduction. Trait: Erotic Ascension | Hidden Stat: Legacy

Now, Nash can rewrite everything, muscle by muscle, stat by stat. From stamina to sex appeal, reflexes to raw size, every conquest pushes him closer to the top.

The court made him a ghost. Now he's coming back as a demon.

Fame, vengeance, and women are just the beginning. Because when you're born in the dirt…

You don't rise. You burn your way up.

Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

Then, with a tilt of her head, Sarra brought the bottle to her lips.

Wine filled her mouth in a slow, steady stream, trickling past the corners of her lips. She held it there, cheeks slightly puffed, eyes locked with Nash's as she slowly stepped toward him.

Her lips brushed his. Softly. Warmly.

Sweet, rich wine spilled from her mouth into his, their tongues meeting in a heated swirl beneath the rush of crimson.

The taste exploded, fruit, fire, and flesh. It ran down his chin, streaking his neck as her tongue twisted with his, circling, teasing, sharing more than flavor.

He drank it, groaned into her mouth, one hand gripping her slick hip. The other tangled in her hair.

The liquid splashed over both of them, mixing with their breath, their sounds, their hunger.

Lina stood speechless, her hand pressed to her mouth, pupils blown wide.

[R18]Devil’s Three-Way