Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball
Chapter 15: Cockblocked by the Algorithm

Chapter 15: Cockblocked by the Algorithm

The system made him wait.

Seventeen full minutes.

No skip. No mercy. No "end quest" button. Just him, hard as hell, sitting in silence with Zayela lying topless five feet away, her breathing slow, her body glistening, and no part of her aware that she’d nearly broken him in half.

Eventually, she rolled away from him. Pulled her shirt back on. Didn’t say anything.

He didn’t either.

They ate quietly. Soup again. Neither of them looked at each other for more than a few seconds. Their eyes met once, by accident, and they both looked down immediately.

When it was over, she wiped the pot clean, dropped her spoon, and said, flatly:

"I’m going to bed."

She didn’t say goodnight.

Just slipped past the curtain, dropped onto her mat, and turned her back to him. Her silhouette faced the wall.

He followed. Lay on his own mat, only feet away, separated by a flimsy piece of cloth that didn’t hide sound or scent or the memory of her sweat on his hands.

The room was dark.

Nash stared into it like it owed him something.

His body had cooled down, mostly. The ache in his crotch had subsided to a dull, burning pulse. His jaw hurt. He hadn’t realized how tight he’d clenched it.

But that wasn’t the real pain.

What hurt was the crash.

The sound of almost.

What could’ve been the single most unforgettable moment of his life had ended with silence, soup, and shame.

And worse... he didn’t know if he could ever create that moment again. Not without showing too much his intentions.

Her lust’s dropping. It’s too late now...

The bond connection didn’t lie.

That flame? It was dimming. Cooling into something vague and hidden again. The next time, if there was one... it wouldn’t be like tonight.

And why the hell was he this flustered?

She was his cousin.

They’d lived together since he was eleven. She was fourteen back then. It had been ten years.

A whole decade of coexisting. Respect. Trust. Distance. Whatever it was.

Can ten years be overruled just like that?

Can a single moment ruin everything?

Nash exhaled silently. Pressed his forearm over his eyes.

Then he shifted slightly.

The curtain fluttered.

He looked through it.

Zayela’s back faced him. Her shape was immobile in the dark. Still, she hadn’t moved in ten minutes.

Was she already sleeping?

She didn’t say anything. Didn’t make a sound.

He hated that it ended like this. But efficiency came first.

This would happen again.

Especially now.

Because the system had gifted him with gold.

[INTIMATE COMPASSION – COMPLETE]

Objective: Deliver physical intimacy without sexual escalation. Respect trust while maximizing arousal.

RESULT: SUCCESS

• Lust Threshold Passed (85%)

• Emotional Vulnerability Triggered

• Massage Completed Without Escalation

• Full Cooldown Honored (17:00 remaining)

• System Flag: "Internal Conflict: Suppression vs. Desire" [Marked]

REWARDS

+5 SP

+5 BP

All Base Stats +5

Cash Reward: +200C (Early Completion Bonus)

Cash Bonus: +150C (Full Cooldown Integrity)

But the system didn’t just reward him with numbers.

It handed him something else, something deeper.

Something that would change him.

Achievement:

|"You didn’t force her. You made her feel safe."|

|"She let you touch her because she trusted you."|

|"Her body remembers you now. Even if her mind says nothing, she’ll feel it the next time your hand gets close."|

[REWARD: NEW BOND PERK UNLOCKED]

Touch – Level I: Skin Resonance

- Your touch leaves a lasting effect on bonded targets.

Effects (Zayela only):

• While vulnerable, every minute of physical contact increases her Lust by +3% to +5%, depending on intensity

• If you touch the same area on her body multiple times over several days, her skin becomes more sensitive there, making her react even stronger next time

• Her attraction toward you fades slower than normal, Lust decay is reduced

• There’s an 8% chance every night that she’ll have a dream involving you sexually, tied to past physical contact

Achievement:

|"You stayed calm. You didn’t rush. You learned how to move with the moment."|

|"Now your body reacts smoother, slower, smarter. Every touch you give will feel natural, and hit harder."|

|"You don’t need to push anymore. They’ll lean into you without knowing why."|

[REWARD: NEW PASSIVE SKILL ACQUIRED]

Subdermal Sync – Level I

- Your body naturally responds to sexual energy in your environment. When someone is turned on near you, your skin, voice, and presence adjust without effort to heighten the effect.

Always Active (All targets):

• When someone near you has Lust over 40%, your touch begins to feel "better than it should"

• Maintaining eye contact, whispered speech, or slow touch adds +1%–2% Lust per second

• Your voice lowers and deepens naturally, making your words sound more seductive

• Your sweat and scent subtly shift, giving off a natural pheromone effect that increases tension when in close range

• Your hands unconsciously drift toward erogenous zones during intimacy unless you focus to resist

Achievement:

|"You wanted to lose control. You didn’t."|

|"You sat still with her half-naked in front of you, hard as hell, and didn’t move."|

|"That wasn’t easy. That was strength."|

|"Now your body knows how to hold back. Next time... you’ll last longer."|

[REWARD: NEW TRAIT ACQUIRED]

Stamina Perk – Restraint Forged I

- Your self-control under intense arousal has trained your body to last longer during sex, and respond less aggressively to overstimulation.

Effects:

• +20% bonus to Control stat

• During sexual activity, you can now withstand high arousal without climaxing too early

• You gain a passive Stamina edge in intimate situations, allowing longer performance before fatigue

• Slight boost to Focus when suppressing erotic urges during key interactions

Nash frowned.

Not at the rewards, but at what they implied.

The system had slipped global stat bonuses into a trust massage. All base stats, just like that. No combat, no seduction conquest. Just patience.

Which meant under the right emotional conditions, even restraint paid off.

Huh.

He blinked, rubbing the side of his neck.

So it wasn’t just about escalation. Not always. If the system could reward him for not fucking up, it might do the same next time. If he handled things right.

Still...

He sighed.

"Hope this doesn’t mean every bonus comes with a cockblock," he muttered.

He glanced down at himself, twitch, pulse, ache. Still there.

All that discipline... and he still hadn’t come.

But with Restraint Forged and the Control buff, he’d officially passed on the other side of the damn spectrum.

No more premature ejaculation. No more hypersensitive touch. Just a dull, hungry ache that wouldn’t go away.

He needed release. Bad.

But there was no way he was getting there tonight, not with how it ended. Not with Zayela lying down five feet away, like nothing happened.

Still, part of him kept hoping. Some bit of irrational faith that maybe, maybe... something might happen before morning.

So he glanced at her.

Then focused.

[ZAYELA – BOND STATUS: REVISED]

Type: Repressed Kinship / Strained Desire

Affection: 84%

Lust: 76% → 74% (dropping)

Trust: 79%

Bond Sync: 2/5 – Emotional Tension Suppressed

He didn’t need to scroll far. The trigger log told him everything:

→ In-Scene Trigger Events (Sleep Context)

• Nash watching her sleep without acting → +2% Trust, –3% Lust

• Curtain rustling without speaking → –2% Trust (subconscious unease)

• Zayela hears his restless breath, realizes he’s awake → +1% Lust, –1% Affection

• Recalling the moment she saw his erection → +3% Lust

• Guilt from thinking about it while lying beside him → –4% Trust, –4% Affection

• Nash muttering her name during sleep (if it happens) → +5% Lust, –3% Trust

• Morning avoidance or awkward silence → –6% Affection, –3% Lust

• Subconscious excitement followed by shame → Emotional Flag: Conflicted Yearning

→ Risk Factor

[Zayela is trying to suppress her arousal and confusion. If Nash pushes emotionally or physically too soon, her trust may collapse. Her Lust will fluctuate based on memory triggers and sleep quality. Without emotional reinforcement, bond stagnation is likely.]

He rubbed his temple and shut the tab.

This wasn’t just blue-balling. It was a system trap. A slow-play test wrapped in a minefield of emotional backfire.

He exhaled and closed his eyes.

Nothing was happening tonight. Not without him tanking the bond he’d just unlocked.

The worst part? He wanted her to dream about him. But the system made it feel like a setup. No win condition. Just more waiting.

Fine.

Let her sleep. Let the moment dissolve.

He opened his own stats next.

[USER: NASH BLAZE]

Funds: 450C

SP: 8

BP: 8

Not bad.

Enough to start thinking aggressively again. Especially toward someone who owed him attention.

He smirked coldly.

If I can’t let off steam here...

Then he’d find a better outlet. One that didn’t recoil from heat. One who knew exactly what she was doing.

A certain royal bitch came to mind.

He opened the stat interface and started moving sliders.

First was Domination. It was his lowest edge, the weakest link in a profile built on control and pressure. He pushed it from 19 to 27, letting the system harden that part of him into something more assertive, more inevitable. No more soft hesitation. He was done waiting for permission.

Next came Endurance. He added two points, raising it from 17 to 23. Not much, but enough to matter. Enough to hold out longer, sexually, physically, emotionally. No more flameouts.

Then he slid Flexibility from 49 to 51. The moment it crossed fifty, something unlocked.

[NEW TRAIT UNLOCKED]

Flexible Tension I – Passive

Your body maintains control and fluidity under pressure, adapting more efficiently to tension-heavy situations, physical or intimate.

• Small bonus to evasive movement and rebound coordination

• Improved flexibility under strain; reduced risk of cramping or stiffness during extended exertion

• Boost to body control in close-contact environments: grappling, driving, clinch holds, or erotic positioning

• +2% Lust impact when maintaining deliberate tension in vulnerable or restrained positions

He didn’t pause. Just nodded when his body felt looser, more responsive.

He spent the last four Body Points on Muscle Mass, raising it from 32 to 36.

Not a big jump, but enough to shift his silhouette, give him the frame to support everything else. A little more thickness in the arms, some density through his core.

Enough that the next time someone looked, they might pause.

Finally, he glanced at his height.

164 centimeters.

He hated the number. Always had.

He spent the last 2 SP to push it up one.

164 to 165.

Then again.

165 to 166.

Minor Visual Adjustment Applied (Height +2 cm, Mass)

He leaned back, the weight in his body settling differently.

He didn’t look taller. Not yet. But his joints felt looser. His grip steadier. His core more reliable. More... him.

The kind of version of himself that could grip someone’s waist and hold position without buckling.

The kind that wouldn’t be laughed at in a mirror... or under a woman.

Now he just needed someone to test it on.

And he already knew who.