[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dominance-evolution-system-sweat-sex-and-streetb":3,"chapter-dominance-evolution-system-sweat-sex-and-streetb-dominance-evolution-system-sweat-sex-and-streetb-chapter-185":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},826348,1084,"Chapter 185: Dead Dogs Don’t Hunt","dominance-evolution-system-sweat-sex-and-streetb-chapter-185",185,"\u003Cp>The Dust Dogs’ court was three levels down in an abandoned parking garage under the east overpass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracked pillars wept into oil puddles that caught the flickering sodium lamps and threw back greasy little rainbows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chain nets clanged in the draft, tired and metallic, like someone shaking a can full of loose change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was thick: piss, rust, the sour bite of cheap roids sweating out of pores, and underneath it all the ghost of last night’s spilled beer gone sticky and sour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo showed up first, alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bounced the ball once, twice, the sound flat and dead against the concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tried a lazy jumper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even chase it, just sank onto the cracked asphalt, elbows on his knees, staring at the scuff marks on his once-white sneakers like they’d personally let him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kej came next, steps heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both didn’t speak to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ropped his bag, crossed his thick arms, and stared at nothing, chest rising slowly and angry like he was holding something in that wanted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rin strolled in, chewing gum, her red twintails frizzy from no sleep, shorts riding high but she had no spark in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned against a net post, popped a bubble that cracked loudly, and scrolled her phone with one thumb, face blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo tried another shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He groaned, louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck this place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya paced the sideline, ponytail flicking sharp with every turn, phone clenched in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiel and Kael arrived together, dropped their bags side by side, and sat on the bottom bleacher without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kept glancing around, looking at their teammates, rather like simple acquaintances now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This shit’s falling apart...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah... feels like a graveyard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had stopped acting like a team a long time ago and now, they were forced to dealt with everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball rolled to a stop against a pillar and stayed there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were there, just the five of them, waiting for a captain who didn’t matter anymore, in a court that smelled like the dream had died weeks ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as a symbol, their mighty captain pulled in, just two hours late after the meeting time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam stomped in, a gold chain swinging heavy against his scarred chest, shirt nowhere in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread his arms like he expected applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Dogs! Huddle up! The King’s here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The echo bounced off the pillars and died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo didn’t even look up, just bounced the ball once more, lazy, let it roll away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kej stayed leaning on the pillar, arms crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiel and Kael kept their heads together, whispering without pausing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rin popped her gum louder, eyes on her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya kept pacing, focused on her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam’s grin faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said huddle! What, y’all deaf now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo finally glanced over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s the point? Same shit every day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam stepped closer, chain clinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The point is we win, dumbass. Move your ass before I move it for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kej’s voice rumbled low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Win what? We ain’t won shit since this game began. I’m tired of pretending.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam’s laugh came out too loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop being a bitch and—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiel cut in from the table, lazy and venomous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Told you so.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rin rolled her eyes, bubble popping like a gunshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, Roam. Real inspiring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam’s hands shook on his chain, hands trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around for backup and found none, just five pairs of eyes that wouldn’t meet his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried one more time, voice cracking at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dogs... come on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam’s shout hung in the air, unanswered and dying like everything else in the garage, when a wet, mocking chuckle slimed its way from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"King giving orders to ghosts now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam spun fast, face already turning red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargas stood there, waddling out of the shadows like a bloated toad, knees popping with every step, the stink of last night’s booze and pussy rolling ahead of him like a toxic fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he probably forgot to bathe, maybe thinking that he would keep the sensation of a woman’s body on him that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scratched his belly and looked at the team with a lazy, yellow-toothed grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at this sorry bunch. Hungover, stinkin’ like failure, lookin’ like you couldn’t dribble your way out of a wet dream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes raked over them slowly, lingering on the guys’ slumped shoulders and the girls’ bored faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Except the queen, of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He zeroed in on Saya, grin widening as he shuffled her way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya froze mid-pace, ponytail swinging from the stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargas closed the distance, one meaty hand landing square on her ass with a casual slap that echoed off the pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers dug in, kneading like dough, right there in front of everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mornin’, sweetheart. You walkin’ straight today? Or still feelin’ me between those pretty legs?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya’s stomach flipped, she was really about to puke, but she plastered on a thin smile, voice coming out tight and forced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Morning, Coach... I’m fine... Let’s just start the drills, yeah?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargas chuckled, ignoring her, his hand squeezing harder, fingers dipping under her shorts’ hem, brushing skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drills can wait, baby. You know that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, no one reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kej looked at the floor, jaw tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo bounced the ball louder, eyes fixed on it like it owed him money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins whispered \"disgusting\" under their breath but didn’t raise their voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew the score: open your mouth against Coach, and you’re benched, or worse, cut loose to rot in the slums without a team or a meal ticket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it too, and that’s why his grin never dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargas finally let go of Saya with a final pat that made her flinch, then slid over to Rin like he was shopping for fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand landed on her thigh, thumb tracing the hem of her shorts, fingers inching higher without a care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Red still got that fire, or did the opponents put it out last game? You look worn thin, girl.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rin rolled her eyes, gum popping sharply, but she didn’t shove him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, yeah. Don’t take too long, you never do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flicked her gaze to Roam, eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least opponents finish what they start.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam’s face flushed darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already grabbed a beer from the busted mini-fridge while Vargas talked, chugging half in one long pull, foam dribbling down his chin, then looked at Saya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crashed at Coach’s again?\" he muttered, wiping his mouth with his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You smells like old dick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya’s smile went razor-thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Better than sleeping next to a loser who snores and can’t win shit. And at least he finishes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam’s eyes narrowed, hand shaking a little on the can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watch it. I still got Rin’s pussy if I want fresh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rin laughed, popping her gum again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My pussy’s been rammed by half the league lately, since you can’t close a game. If you’re fine with sloppy seconds, be my guest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam slammed the can down... no, wait, he didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just chugged the rest in one angry gulp, crushing it empty in his fist, foam spraying his knuckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girls getting groped right in front of him barely bothered him; his eyes were locked on the empty space where his teammates used to listen to his glorious speeches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe we need fresh pussy on the roster,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our bitches are worn out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rin’s eyes went flat, bored, chewing slower like she’d heard it a thousand times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Worn out? From your two-minute specials? Take your pills, old man. Maybe then you’ll last longer than a sneeze.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargas barked a laugh, his hand sliding even higher up Rin’s thigh, fingers disappearing under the fabric completely now, groping bolder and slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy, kids. Save the bite for the court.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya’s stomach turned again, her bile rising as she watched Rin just stand there, eyes dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam’s face stayed red, hands shaking harder on the crushed can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins whispered louder, \"disgusting old fuck\", but kept it between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo bounced the ball once more, hard enough to crack the echo off the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kej sighed heavy, uncrossing his arms just to cross them tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargas blew his whistle and the garage tried to pretend it was practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo jogged to the top of the key, caught the inbound from Kej, spun, and launched a three that didn’t even graze the rim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Air-ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball smacked the concrete behind the hoop with a hollow thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your pass was trash!\" Tylo barked at no one in particular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kej didn’t answer. He just grabbed the rebound and slammed it off the backboard so hard the chain net rattled like it was trying to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiel and Kael stood at the free-throw line, arms crossed, watching like they were at someone else’s funeral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiel whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re wasting our lives here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kael nodded without looking away from the empty court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam clapped once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run the damn motion! Tylo, cut baseline! Kej, flash high!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo jogged half-speed, cut late, and the pass sailed out of bounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam’s face went purple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run the route right, you lazy fuck!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo spun, chest heaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you knew you’d play like dogshit, you shouldn’t have kicked—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kicked what?\" Roam cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roam stepped forward, chain swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finish that sentence, big man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tylo eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know exactly kicked what.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air crackled, everyone looked at two men ready to throw hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bench, however, it was another kind of heat. Vargas had already pulled Saya and Rin onto his lap like they were furniture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hairy arm around each waist, hands roaming free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He buried his nose in Rin’s neck, inhaling loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smell that? Still got last night on you, red.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His other hand slid up Saya’s thigh, fingers digging under her shorts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Both my girls today. How about we give the boys a little show to calm ’em down?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya’s face locked into a grimace so tight her teeth hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shoved his hand off, voice shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Coach, they stopped training. Focus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargas chuckled, breath hot and stinky against her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let ’em cool off. They need motivation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed her wrist, forced her palm onto the bulge in his sweatpants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feel that? You do this to me. Let’s remind these losers what winners get.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rin rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away, just popped her gum louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the last straw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shoved Vargas hard enough he almost toppled off the bench, stood up so fast the metal legs screeched, and screamed at the top of her lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you all fucking idiots?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The garage went dead silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the drip from the ceiling seemed to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spun, phone out, screen glowing with Nash’s face mid-dunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"While you idiots fight over who is less useless than the others, Nash is becoming a top star!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1820,"2026-06-03T04:08:21.913Z","2026-06-03T04:08:29.463Z",1,"novelbin.me","877c320fd2398a861198a312cd35fc1c463eabe42f356e060dcccf3ec28feeaa","dominance-evolution-system-sweat-sex-and-streetb-chapter-186","dominance-evolution-system-sweat-sex-and-streetb-chapter-184",262,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdominance-evolution-system-sweat-sex-and-streetb-cover.jpg"]