Preliminaries and an Unexpected Visitor
The day after the tournament began in earnest, the preliminaries kicked off, filling the stands with crowds of spectators.
In this kind of environment, it's gotta be tough to stay relaxed and perform at full strength. They say that even if you can hit 100% in practice, pulling off 70-80% in a real match is no easy feat. The stares from countless people, the tension, the pressure—it all stiffens your body, making it hard to show your true potential. That's why, when players are evenly matched, victory often comes down to who's in better condition that day and who handles the nerves best.
I'm not watching from the stands like everyone else. I'm down in the athlete's area with the coach.
"Just swim like you do in practice."
"Don't worry."
While the organizer droned on with a boring opening speech, my senior was warming up before her prelim heat.
"Just like in practice."
"Yeah."
"Just like in practice."
"......"
Senior didn't look tense at all, but the coach was repeating himself like he was the nervous one.
"It's your comeback match—aren't you nervous?"
"Nah, I'm used to it."
She stretched casually, her usual cool demeanor intact, like she wasn't fazed in the slightest.
"Hmm... but yesterday, you were so tense in front of me."
"Th-that's different from this!"
She jumped, cheeks flushing red as she snapped back—probably worried the coach overheard. She'd been way more on edge yesterday, teasing me in that lewd swimsuit.
"Do great today, and I'll reward you by playing with that pussy of yours all you want—so look forward to it."
"Eut♥ O-okay♥..."
No birth control pills, so no creampies, but with a condom, I could fuck her pussy proper. I don't love using them, but since she'd only been taking it up the ass lately, she looked like she was craving it down there.
"You better get first place... then play with my pussy♥"
Whispering filthy words like that, embarrassed but clearly excited—my dick nearly hardened right then.
Calm down...
Even I wouldn't pop a blatant boner in a place like this. With broadcasters filming everywhere, it'd just cause trouble for her too.
I'll have to punish her later for getting me worked up like this. A bit of payback, but I knew she'd love it.
"Next up, Yang Jiyeong... Hong Yeji..."
The opening ceremony wrapped, and they started calling athletes one by one. Senior was later in the lineup, so she had time to wait—but she was drawing tons of attention. Other swimmers, coaches, even the cameras zeroed in on her like a celebrity had arrived.
I knew she was famous back when she was competing full-time, but this much? Before regression, her career had already ended before this tournament, so I'd only heard rumors. Despite the slump and her hiatus, just her showing up was a big deal.
"Long time no see, Jeong Eunji!"
"Yeah, it has been, Park Sujung."
While she rested before her turn, someone approached and greeted her. Senior knew her and responded, but the vibe was chilly.
"When I heard my rival was finally back in a tournament, I was thrilled!"
"Rival?"
"No."
"You took first last time, I got second—we're rivals!"
"Before that, you were fourth or fifth."
"Ancient history!"
One of the other competitors, standing tall in her swimsuit. Calling herself senior's rival meant she had serious skills, but senior sounded mildly annoyed.
"Huh? Who's the guy?"
"...My masseuse."
Senior frowned slightly as the woman took interest in me.
"Oho... I see."
"Don't get the wrong idea."
"You, who hated guys with a passion, bringing your masseuse? Wouldn't be weird if I wondered."
"Wh-when did I ever say that!"
Her face burned red as she denied it, but Sujung just grinned like it was hilarious. Fiery red hair, subtle muscles rippling—she had more definition than most women, built from serious swimming. Senior had an amazing body too, but no bulk like that.
"You her boyfriend?"
"Hey. Boyfriend... something like that."
"W-wait, you!!"
She was secretly hoping I'd say yes—don't get shy now that I did.
Senior had been listening intently to my answer; the vague affirmation turned her face beet red.
"Oho... didn't know you could make that face."
"Enough—go back to your spot!"
"Fine. But I'll win this tournament!"
Senior sighed as Sujung sauntered off, her cheeks still pink.
"A friend?"
"Friend... not quite. Just acquaintances."
Senior never made close friends anyway.
"She started calling herself my rival after we met at one tournament ages ago."
"I see. Still, she seems happy you're here."
"Well... yeah."
She turned her head away, bashful. Sujung had come over trash-talking about beating her rival, but it mostly seemed like checking if senior was okay after so long.
"Alright, I'm off."
"Win, and I'll massage you right away back at the hotel."
"Thanks."
She headed to her prelim with her usual calm expression—no tension like the others, just soaking up the spotlight. And she dominated, taking first by a landslide, announcing her return to everyone.
.....................
It had been ages since my last tournament, but I wasn't that nervous. I'd competed so much since I was a kid that it all felt familiar. The one difference? Taesu being there. Knowing he'd be watching made me push a little harder.
I felt the eyes on me—other swimmers, the crowd—but it didn't faze me. I just wanted to impress him, and I cruised to first in the prelims effortlessly, advancing to the finals.
Even after yesterday, my condition's even better♥
My ass stung a bit, but overall, my body felt peak. Better than pre-slump, even—like I could beat anyone.
Back at the hotel, Taesu massaged me.
"You were tense after all. Muscles are a little tight."
"Mmm... yeah, kinda...... haa..."
His hands melted away every knot. I'd picked him for the naughty stuff, sure, but his skills were top-tier. Practice fatigue gone, skin feeling smoother than ever.
...Of course, he always fingered my pussy or ass and pinched my nipples during sessions, but even that thrill was great.
"That should do it. You should nap a bit."
"Not that sleepy..."
"We went late last night, so rest up... we'll take a short walk this evening."
"Okay..."
He was right—I was tired from the late night. Not enough to hurt the tournament, but with a date planned, sleep made sense.
"Sweet dreams."
"Yeah..."
Sleep hit faster than expected.
................
Guess I'll head back to my room.
The massage eased her muscle fatigue, but she'd been tense, so a nap would help. Me sticking around might disturb her, so I planned to crash in my own room.
It felt strangely unfamiliar, even though it was mine. Bare except for a few bags—total waste. Nothing to do till evening, so I figured I'd conserve energy with a nap. Not big on wandering anyway. As I went to lie down...
Knock knock knock.
"Who is it?"
Senior wanting to nap together? I opened the door.
".....Huh? Auntie?"
"H-hi, Taesu..."
Na Yeon auntie stood there, completely unexpected, gazing at me.
.............
She's bound to show up shamelessly...
Na Yeon had come all the way to Taesu's area, still debating if she should turn back. Lunchbox in hand, she'd snuck here without telling her daughter—just to see him. Missing him for days was part of it, but she had other motives too.
Thanks to Taesu, she didn't need multiple jobs anymore, freeing up time.
At least drop off some food and go.
First big gig as a masseuse—he might not eat properly, so bento it was. Worried it'd seem too pushy after just one fuck, but she couldn't resist seeing him.
A red-haired woman helped her find the room when she got lost. Tense, she knocked. He answered, stunned.
"Uh, come in."
"O-oh... okay..."
She stepped inside his room. Unaware anyone might see...