8. She Drains Him with Her Mouth (2) (NSFW Illustration Ahead)

"Hoo..."

"......."

Listening to the faint moan slip out of Kang Tae-oh, Kim Na-hyun felt a small wave of relief.

At first, a man's cock had been something utterly foreign to her. Even up to the moment she first wrapped her lips around it and began to suck, part of her still felt like she was dreaming.

But the heavy warmth filling her mouth kept insisting this was real — and every time his cock gave a twitch against her tongue, her heart lurched right along with it.

'It really is... huge...'

It was the same impression she'd gotten the first time she'd laid eyes on it in the shower room. She'd even mistaken it, soft, for an erection — that was how big it was. And now that very thing was hard and burning away inside her mouth. There was no staying calm after that.

-Slurp.

"Hoo..."

...Am I doing this right, at least? If Tae-oh was letting out breaths that shameless, then whatever she was doing, it couldn't be wrong.

Just the way he'd taught her, she slowly licked and pressed the spot just beneath the head with her tongue as she sucked him.

-Schup, schlup.

-Shrrp.

"Mmh, mmph."

The instant she tightened her lips and caressed him with everything she had, his hand came down over her head once more. His fingers slid gently through her damp hair, and she found she didn't mind it one bit.

When his hand had first landed on her, she'd been caught off guard — it felt like he was petting her, doting on her, and he was a man, of all things.

-Stroke.

"Mnh, mmh-mmnh..."

...And yet, sitting still and quietly receiving his touch like this, she couldn't honestly call the feeling unpleasant. If anything, the memory of how Kang Tae-oh — even when her teeth had accidentally grazed him mid-blowjob — hadn't snapped at her but had simply soothed her and walked her through it, made her heart pound all the harder for no reason she could name.

And, well. If she was going to be picky about it, Kang Tae-oh was the taller one of the two of them...

'Being spoiled a little by Tae-oh...'

...might not be so bad.

Kim Na-hyun's body warmed a degree at the thought. Whether it was the strange little fantasy sneaking into her head, or the heavy weight and scent of a man's cock filling her mouth, she couldn't say — but at the odd heat smoldering along her inner thighs, her hand had somehow already begun to stroke her own pussy.

-Squelch.

'...Ah.'

By the time she belatedly registered what she was doing — touching herself with her lips still wrapped around his cock — Kang Tae-oh's gaze was already nailed to the space between her legs.

'Wh-what do I do...?'

He'd seen. He'd seen her masturbating. While sucking him off. What if Kang Tae-oh decided she was some shameless pervert of a woman — getting herself off mid-fellatio because she couldn't help it — and looked at her with disgust?

It was right as that spiral of panic seized her that Kang Tae-oh's low voice drifted softly into her ear.

"You're cute, sunbae."

"Mmph..."

"You don't have to worry about what I think. You're cute even while you're touching yourself."

-Shrrp.

"U-uh, mmph..."

-Pat.

With those gentle words and his hand stroking over her hair, tension coiled through Kim Na-hyun's whole body. Cute even while masturbating — how did a boy learn to say things that obscene without flinching?

-Squelch.

"Mmh, hah-mmph..."

And at that single remark, her fingers started moving again — because threaded through his words was a wish, plain enough, to watch her do it.

-Shloop, slurp.

"Haah, hup... hoo-mmph..."

Even so, her lips went back to work on his cock, tongue laving over him, and with both ends of her burning at once, Kang Tae-oh's cock began to twitch inside her mouth in lewd little jolts.

"Haah, Na-hyun sunbae..."

"Mm, mmph..."

"S-Sunbae, I think I'm about to come..."

"Hah-mmph...?"

At the warning, Kim Na-hyun's eyes wavered wildly.

'...What do I do?'

Should she keep sucking and take it in her mouth? Or pull off right before and let him finish outside? She half-remembered reading online that it differed from man to man — so which was Tae-oh?

Her heart wanted him to just tell her what he wanted, but when she risked a cautious glance upward, the only thing that met her eyes was his face gazing down at her, smiling. And yet — when she thought back on how naturally he'd guided a girl for whom even this was a first, stroking her hair the whole while...

...he'd probably like it best if she took it in her mouth again.

-Schlup, shloop, slurp.

"Mmph, hah, hoo-mmph!!"

Her mind made up, Kim Na-hyun's lips sank down and swallowed him even deeper than before.

"Haah, Na-hyun sunbae..."

The moment she threw herself into sucking, a rougher, more worked-up moan spilled out of Kang Tae-oh — and certain now that she'd chosen right, her face bobbed diligently in front of his hips.

"Sunbae, I'm — I'm coming!"

-Schluuurp!!

"Hoo, uuu-mmph...?!"

Along with the words above her head, something burst from the tip of his cock and flooded her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mouth.

-Shluk, shluk!

"Uuuh, mmph?! Hoo-mmph?!"

Thick semen spurted into her in wave after wave. Hot and dense, it brought an unfamiliar scent welling up into her nose as the inside of her mouth filled to the brim.

'Wh-why is there so much...?'

In the videos she'd watched, the men came in one little spurt and were done. Dazed by the flood of Tae-oh's seed brimming in her mouth, she instinctively drew her lips off him in a long, slow pull, as if to suck him clean on the way out.

-Shloooop.

"Mmph, mmh..."

Sticky saliva stretched in glistening strands between her lips and the head of his cock. When his come threatened to spill past her overfull lips, she hastily clapped a hand over her mouth —

'It tastes... awful...'

Her eyes darted busily at the thick, sluggish taste of it coating every corner of her mouth. She wanted to swallow it down as it was, if it would please Tae-oh — but the texture was far too alien to manage on devotion alone.

"Just spit it out. Don't force yourself to swallow."

He'd noticed her hesitation, and Kang Tae-oh soothed her as if it were nothing at all —

...and it was exactly that gentleness that tipped Kim Na-hyun into making up her mind.

"Hh, uuuugh!!"

-Gulp.

"Fwah, fh-haaah..."

Barely, somehow, she got it down — and only then let out the breath she'd been holding. A strange, foreign sensation lingered all the way past her throat, as if to torment her on the way down.

"I told you it was fine to spit it out. Why on earth would you swallow—"

"B-because boys are supposed to like that sort of thing..."

"......."

"...W-was I wrong?"

Had forcing it down made her look like even more of a pervert? Meeting her flustered eyes, Kang Tae-oh gave a small shake of his head.

"I can't speak for other guys, but I do like it."

"R-right...?"

Thank goodness, she sighed inwardly, slowly pushing herself up off the shower room floor.

"D-do well in tomorrow's game, got it?"

"I'll give it everything I have."

"And if you go around saying weird stuff like your condition got worse because of me — you're dead. Understood?"

"Thanks to you, sunbae, my condition actually feels better than ever."

"...G-good. That's all I needed."

Why did he have to tack something like that onto the end, of all things, and set her heart pounding all over again? Barely holding back the urge to just throw herself at him then and there — shower room be damned — Kim Na-hyun hastily rinsed herself off and snatched up her towel.

"I-I'm heading out! Lock up properly when you're done, okay...?"

"Yes, Na-hyun sunbae."

"......."

-Nod.

She no longer had the nerve to meet his eyes, so she merely ducked her head and slipped out of the shower room — but the scent of Kang Tae-oh still lingering on her tongue, and the scorching heat of moments before, refused to let her heart settle.

-Squelch, squelch.

"Haah, mmph... Tae-oh, ah..."

That she hurried straight back to her dorm room and started touching herself, all while sneaking glances at her roommate, was simply beyond her control.

'There she goes again, jeez... haah...'

Of course, however carefully she minded herself, it wasn't as if Oh Yu-ra missed a single thing.

The morning after Kim Na-hyun had gone down on me, I headed for the parking lot where the team bus was parked, my body feeling lighter than it had in ages.

'Condition's perfect.'

Probably because, for the first time in a long while, my lust and my nerves had been wrung out together.

Still — I never dreamed Kim Na-hyun would charge into the shower room like that, out of nowhere. She stacked up every excuse she could think of and it ended with her going down on me, and looking back, it had all happened so fast I still hadn't fully wrapped my head around it.

'Kim Na-hyun really does have nerve to spare.'

That first time she'd walked in on the shower room, fine — you could call it a mistake. But this time her excuse was a lie so transparent anyone could see through it. Then again, I had deliberately let that first "mistake" slide without a word. Maybe Kim Na-hyun had read that as my own quiet way of saying OK.

Either way, I'd just received my first blowjob since coming to this world, so on balance I was a satisfied man. Back in my old world, being with a woman hadn't been anything so special. But ever since I arrived here, I'd been so consumed with whether I could play baseball again that I'd had no space in my life for women at all.

I was still chewing on that thought as I moved to board the bus when a familiar voice called out behind me.

"Tae-oh Oppa!"

Min Do-hee came bounding over, waving, overflowing with energy despite the massive sports bag slung over her back.

"Morning, Do-hee."

"How's your condition today?"

"Great. Best it's been since I joined the team, honestly."

"Mine too! On a day like today, I bet even I could knock home runs out left and right, just like you, Oppa!"

"I love the fire, but rein it in. You know what matters most for a leadoff hitter is getting on base, right?"

"Yes!"

For the record, today's starting lineup was a radical one: Min Do-hee leading off in center field, and batting second at third base — me. Putting a first-year freshman in the leadoff spot was bold enough, but sliding a man into the two-hole on top of it. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The kind of experimental ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠call only a young coach like Yoon Gaeul could get away with.

Which meant Do-hee's role and mine carried some real weight. The other side was surely underestimating us — and the deeper that contempt ran, the harder that first blow would land when it came.

-Thud.

"Coach said their starter today is a forkball specialist, right?"

"Yeah. It dives off hard, so if it looks like a forkball, don't go swinging unless you have to..."

The moment she stowed her gear and stepped onto the bus, Min Do-hee claimed the seat beside me without a flicker of hesitation.

So Do-hee and I passed the ride talking over today's opposing pitcher, and before long Kim Na-hyun climbed aboard with Oh Yu-ra in tow.

"H-hey, Tae-oh~."

"Morning, Na-hyun sunbae. Yu-ra sunbae."

"...Mm."

"Morning, sunbaes!"

"Mm... Do-hee, you and Tae-oh are awfully cozy this early in the morning..."

"Yep!"

"...W-work hard out there today! You two — Do-hee, Tae-oh — you're our table-setters, after all."

Catching sight of Min Do-hee planted in the seat beside me, Kim Na-hyun managed a somewhat stiff smile and moved off down the aisle toward the back of the bus with Oh Yu-ra.

...I should ask her at least once whether she'd rather sit with me on the way back.

Im Se-hwa, starting pitcher for Haewon University of Science & Technology, accepted the lineup card from the opposing school — Chaewon University.

A storied program you didn't take ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lightly on name alone. And the opposing starter, exactly as she'd expected, was their ace, Baek Ha-rin. Judging this to be no easy contest, she scanned Chaewon's starting position players — and the instant she did, Im Se-hwa's eyebrows gave a twitch.

To be precise, the moment she read the name of the No. 2 batter.

"Ha."

There was a limit to how thoroughly you could look down on a person. Sure, she was no ace of Baek Ha-rin's caliber — but even so, running a man out in the starting lineup, batting second?

"Not even funny."

Im Se-hwa crumpled the lineup card in her fist and ground her teeth.