Crazy... Crazy SS-Rank?
**Episode 48: C-Crazy... SS-Rank?**
Dawn was slowly breaking.
"Haaah... I'm so tired..."
Seo Ha-neul sat up in bed, panting.
She checked the clock. 9 AM.
"I didn't even get four hours of sleep..."
Thankfully, her shift wasn't until the afternoon.
*The life of a cheerleader with no vacation days...*
She still had to endure hours of intense cheerleading at the game, but the mental satisfaction was higher than ever. That was all that mattered, she thought.
"Ughhh."
A groan escaped her lips as she moved. Her body ached with muscle soreness, a strange mix of exhaustion and refreshing relief filling her senses.
"Crazy... We went at it for over eight hours?"
Even for a threesome, eight hours was an unheard-of number.
"I think we each made him come at least three times. Crazy..."
She'd had a lot of sex in her life, even with athletes, but she'd never experienced anything like this.
*Amazing...*
Even as he slept, Song Hun's member stood proudly. Just looking at it made her lower body tingle, like Pavlov's dog, ready to secrete fluids.
"She wasn't lying about anything."
She gazed fondly at Kim Na-kyung, who had passed out from exhaustion first. The cute puppy had been telling the truth about everything: the insane sex drive, the huge dick, and the fact that one person alone couldn't possibly handle him.
"Hmm... I like it."
He looked to be around 185 cm tall. His proportions and physique put most athletes to shame. He was more like a model.
And his face? Definitely in the handsome category.
Not the "Wow! Celebrity-level handsome!" type, but more of a charming, warmly handsome kind of guy. Still, compared to regular guys, he was definitely top-tier.
Seo Ha-neul carefully snuggled into Song Hun's embrace.
Using his free arm—the one Kim Na-kyung wasn't using as a pillow—Song Hun wrapped it around Seo Ha-neul and kissed the top of her head.
"You're awake?"
"You woke me up."
"You have amazing stamina."
"That's why Na-kyung called you, isn't it? Because she couldn't handle me alone."
"Seriously. The thought of her enduring you all night by herself... She wouldn't have been able to go to work today."
Seo Ha-neul pulled Song Hun's face toward hers and kissed him passionately.
"A morning kiss is always nice."
"Isn't morning sex even better?"
"Of course, but if we do it again, I really won't be able to work this afternoon. I have to dance for hours straight once I get there."
Unlike other ball sports, baseball required cheerleaders to keep the crowd's energy up for nearly the entire game and perform intense dance routines during the inning breaks.
"Hnnngh... It's not like today's our only chance," Seo Ha-neul murmured, slurping up a long strand of saliva that stretched between their lips.
"And it's not like we're the only women you have, right?"
"Of course not."
"Well, I doubt you switch partners every single day. So call me whenever you want. I'll come anytime."
Instead of answering, Song Hun kissed her again.
"So, what should I call you? Hun-nim? Oppa?"
"Whatever you want. Just not 'Ahjussi,' I think."
"Ahjussi? At a glance, you look younger than me."
After a moment of serious thought, an idea seemed to strike Seo Ha-neul. She leaned in and whispered softly, cautiously, into Song Hun's ear.
"Or... Master?"
*Ah, fuck. I'm hard.*
***
<"Bottom of the 9th for the Seoul Black Tigers! The score is 4 to 2. Trailing, they're leading off with their number two batter!">
A panoramic view of the baseball stadium filled the massive screen.
"Hmm..."
The camera zoomed in on the cheerleaders in the infield seats, sweating profusely as they led the crowd.
"Well, well..."
*How surreal.* Just a few hours ago, around lunchtime, those same women had been moaning beneath him. Now, they were decked out in their uniforms, cheering their hearts out.
<"Number two batter, Jung Chan-wook! A walk! He draws a walk, giving the Black Tigers a glimmer of hope!">
Even after walking Jung Chan-wook, the opposing pitcher threw two consecutive balls.
<"The Busan Marines' pitching coach is heading to the mound.">
<"He's not going out there to pull the pitcher, but to break this bad momentum. The Busan Marines don't have a better pitcher than Kim Hyung-joo right now.">
"The pitcher... looks like he's struggling."
He wiped the sweat pouring down his face with the sleeve of his jersey.
In contrast, the Black Tigers' number three batter wore a look of complete confidence.
<"The pitching coach heads back to the dugout. The Marines' bullpen is getting active.">
<"They're out of fresh arms, but they have to use whatever they've got. A loss today means a sweep.">
<"And they'll drop to last place.">
A do-or-die moment.
<"Infield single! A grounder slips past the third baseman and shortstop, putting runners on first and second!">
The Busan Marines tried to use the full pitch clock to manage the crisis, but...
<"Number four batter, Lee Joon-shik! He lines out!">
<"That was a rocket, but it went straight to the first baseman!">
<"Next up, number five batter, Kang Jin-woo!">
*CRACK!*
A crisp, satisfying sound—loud enough to be heard clearly through the TV speakers—rang out as Kang Jin-woo launched the ball and theatrically flipped his bat.
<"Ball to left field! Back! Back! Back!">
The Busan Marines' left fielder sprinted after it, but Kang Jin-woo, already certain, raised his hand in triumph and began his home run trot.
<"IT'S GONE! A WALK-OFF THREE-RUN HOMER IN THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH! THE BLACK TIGERS DEFEAT THE BUSAN MARINES TO SOLIDIFY THEIR HOLD ON FIRST PLACE!">
On the screen, Seo Ha-neul suddenly collapsed, her legs giving out beneath her.
<"The Black Tigers cheerleaders have been cheering nonstop for hours today. It's no wonder her legs gave out!">
<"Aren't they—and all the dedicated fans—just as much a part of the team? They absolutely deserve to share in this victory!">
"Hmm..."
Watching the scene, Song Hun scratched his head.
"Maybe I pushed her a little too hard right before she left?"
*But how could I resist hearing her call me 'Master'?*
***
"I really need to buy a new car soon," Song Hun grumbled as he parked in the underground garage.
"The whole point of buying this place was to drive straight into my apartment."
Unfortunately, the car elevator only accommodated sedans, coupes, and sports cars, so his SUV was out of the question.
"Ugh, I'm exhausted. *Haaaah...*"
A yawn escaped him, and drowsiness washed over him. He'd had sex all night, then rushed to an investment meeting without any rest, picking up a stack of documents on his way out. He'd only just gotten home after watching the baseball game on TV—or more accurately, after watching Seo Ha-neul and Kim Na-kyung.
"First, I need to go car shopping. Then I have to review this investment list."
He'd received a flood of investment-related emails from the bank that had just secured his business funding, and he'd printed them all out before heading home.
"The first move is crucial. It has to make an impact."
I need to make an impact. Not just be one of many investors.
The kind of impact that makes people ask, "Why is he investing *there*? But... it actually succeeds?"
"Or maybe I could just find the right opportunity and acquire a decent production company," he mused.
I need to create multiple routes, lay down multiple pipelines.
Ultimately, the goal is more sex, more Dice Points.
*Ding—*
The elevator stopped on the first floor.
*Oh.*
A woman stepped in. She was around 170 cm tall, her face obscured by a low-pulled bucket hat and a black mask. AirPods were nestled in both ears. She wore a white crop top under an oversized plaid shirt, paired with baggy white wide-leg pants.
Even through the loose-fitting clothes, her voluminous figure was impossible to hide.
*Holy shit. How can a slender body like that have such volume? At least a full E-cup, maybe even bigger. Is this what they call a 'slammer' body?*
She was definitely a celebrity. And with 100% certainty, that celebrity had to be Yoo Ji-yeon.
*Check target's rank.*
[Yoo Ji-yeon: SS]
*H... holy shit, SS-Rank?*
I was more shocked by the rank I'd never seen before than by the fact that this woman was *the* Yoo Ji-yeon. I thought S-Rank was the highest.
*This means there could be ranks even higher than SS...*
...unless SS-Rank was the absolute ceiling, which seemed unlikely.
While I was lost in these bizarre thoughts, she spoke.
"Wh... who are you?"
Yoo Ji-yeon, who had been watching me warily for a while, cautiously opened her mouth. Even her voice was beautiful.
"How did you get...?"
But as she looked up at me, I noticed one of her hands held a phone while the other hovered over the elevator's emergency button.
"Double S... Huh? What?"
My strange mumbling only intensified the suspicion in Yoo Ji-yeon's eyes.
"I'm your neigh—"
"N... no!"
Before Song Hun could finish, Yoo Ji-yeon, trembling violently, slammed her hand on the elevator's emergency call button.
*CLUNK—*
"Huh?"
Song Hun tilted his head, utterly bewildered by the sudden turn of events. Just then, the elevator doors slid open, and security guards stormed in.
"Sir, you need to comply with a security check."
"What the hell...?"
Song Hun was completely baffled by the abrupt escalation.
"Sir, please step away from her."
"Sir, may I see your resident ID card?"
"If you cannot produce a valid ID, you will be escorted off the premises and handed over to the police."
Two guards pinned Song Hun against the elevator wall. The documents he was holding scattered across the floor with a rustle.
"Ha."
*Hilarious. Truly hilarious.*