Eyes on Baseball, Face in Pussy (2)
Master loved baseball. And she had a massive soft spot for the team from her hometown—where the orphanage had been, down in Busan.
So on game days, she'd always plop down in front of the TV to watch.
Players aren't supposed to be into regular sports like that, from what I've heard.
People with superhuman bodies found normal sports boring as hell. Makes sense—a baseball flying at over 100 km/h might look fast to regular folks, but to players like us, it's just a slow-ass rubber ball.
But Master... she really, really loves baseball.
Sports are fun because you get to watch pros do shit you can't, right? Master could outshine every single player on that screen with her skills.
"Fuck! What the hell are you idiots doing hitting into a double play there?!"
That was Master's usual pattern.
"Why the fuck is that guy even out here? The manager's finally lost it. Shoulders don't get stronger the more you use 'em!"
If the ace pitcher started, she'd scream like that. Any manager who didn't baby his shoulder was a moron, she'd yell at the top of her lungs.
"Whoa... that bitch starting? Looks like they bribed the LG guys or some shit."
But if it was some other pitcher? She'd still rip into the manager. No idea why.
Maybe analyzing this could help predict her next moves.
But that wasn't even the weirdest part... this shit kept going after they won.
"Ugh, you fuckers barely win by two? Setting yourselves up to lose the next one big time, huh? Trash."
A close win? She'd rage that it was "barely" a victory.
"How bad are you planning to lose tomorrow after scraping by like this? You garbage."
A blowout win? She'd find some deeper meaning to get pissed about.
What the hell? I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Master. If it's just gonna make you mad, why watch baseball at all? Doesn't seem great for your mental health."
"Baseball's meant to be watched while getting pissed off—that's what makes it fun."
"...What kind of logic is that?"
She claimed she watched it just to get angry. I was floored, words failing me.
"That's why people who don't watch baseball don't get it. It's a sport you rage-watch. Anyway, you dare stop slurping at your master's pussy to fuck around?"
...Shit, busted.
For the past hour, my face had been buried between Master's thighs.
My jaw was starting to ache, and I'd swallowed so much of her juices my stomach felt bloated.
And how many times was she gonna rewind this recorded game? Seemed like the same one over and over.
"Why're you just sitting there like a dumbass? It's your turn now."
"...Ngh."
"I sucked you off nice and hard earlier, so now you do me."
No words left. I dove back between her legs.
Lick, slurp... no clue how many times I'd done it. Shouldn't she be satisfied by now?
But the hand pressing my head didn't let up.
No—if anything, it got stronger. Those rough fingers gripped my hair, yanking me up and down.
"Nghmm...!"
"Looks like it's time to cut Hyunwoo's hair, huh?"
"Mmgh, mmph."
"Hmm, how about a ponytail? Nice handle for gripping."
"Mmmph, nghhh... No, hate that."
I said it flat-out, but she just hooked her fingers inside the strands and wouldn't let go.
Guess my hairstyle was ponytail now. Master's decree.
"Ah... getting close now. Open wide. Spill a drop like last time, and you're really gonna regret it."
No choice—had to gulp it all straight down her throat.
Didn't take long... Glug, glug, glug! Her pussy erupted, flooding my mouth.
Gulp, gulp, guuuulp... Way too much. If she came this hard this often, she'd dehydrate to death someday...
"Oh? Drank it all this time. Good boy—doing great."
"Guh... mmph, tastes awful."
"Says the guy chugging it like it's delicious? Mouth says no, but your throat's all honest, gulping away."
Like she'd let me not swallow. What a riot this woman was.
I squinted up at her. She just grinned like it was nothing.
...Couldn't she fix that perverted cackle? I'd told her before—it was the kind of laugh no guy would fall for.
"My turn now? Sit on the couch."
"Haaa..."
"You sucked me dry, so I return the favor. Fair's fair."
She'd drained me already, but now she wanted even more.
Kneeling, I climbed onto the couch, dick right in her face.
"Mmph."
No more baseball for Master now. Not that she'd care.
Her soft lips wrapped around my cock.
No need for the game anymore, so she grabbed the remote and switched channels. Fine by me—no more risk of her raging and biting down by accident...
"Mmgh?!"
The channel she'd flipped to was the news. But the content...?
Master's pupils dilated. She spat out my dick and glanced sideways.
"What the...?"
First time I'd seen that reaction. I finally turned to check the screen myself.
What the fuck? On a day like today?
Babel's constellations were bored out of their minds. They always jumped straight into new entertainment.
So they triggered a Babel event.
Monster Grand March!
🎁 Rewards & EXP: 2x
⚠️ Fail to stop them and the city falls!
Monsters spawned where players congregated. The constellations craved flashy battles against players, not massacres of helpless civilians.
The apartment-sized ogre took a step. Boom!—The shockwave ruptured eardrums of every player nearby.
"Fuck..."
No one could stay calm facing that monster. Towering as a building, swinging a club half its height. Breathing kicked up gales; footsteps triggered quakes.
"How many of those things did they say there are?"
"Like ten..."
"America's our ally—they'll send help if we hold out, right?"
"That's just the ten in Korea."
"Then we're royally fucked."
Monsters worldwide. Ten percent of deployed players already down.
Defenses crumbled. Cities began to fall.
Civilians had evacuated early, so casualties stayed low—for now. But left unchecked, the death toll would skyrocket.
"Mr. President, First Division's on the brink of annihilation."
"...What's North Korea doing?"
"Forget war—they're begging for a ceasefire and any aid we can send."
The Korean president declared a national emergency, mobilizing every soldier—player or not.
But stopping the monsters? Impossible. Too many, too strong. No blocking LV.70+ waves crashing in.
"The fuck is that one...?"
Kaboom!
Needed top players deployed now. Or else...
"Sir, we must decide. Abandon Seoul?"
In Seoul-centric Korea, that was tantamount to surrendering the nation.
"Or... hire the Sword Saint."
"..."
"No choice. Fail to stop them soon, and half of Seoul vanishes from the map in two weeks."
The Sword Saint had long faced presidential scrutiny.
But maybe Babel's constellations didn't want her sidelined.
The president realized his mistake too late. Way too late...