Chapter 78
While Park Ayoung and her teammates warm up, Geum-hwa and I do as Coach Choi Sua instructed, stocking the ion drinks in the fridge before heading up to the stands. Sure, we pass ourselves off as staff, but I'm no actual staffer—and my volleyball knowledge is limited to the basics I'd glimpsed in sports news a few times: smash the ball into the opponent's court to score. So, I decide to just spectate a bit and mess with Ayoung.
Warm-ups end, and as both teams line up on the court before tip-off, I pull out my phone and activate Ayoung's rotor.
-…!
Ayoung jolts in surprise the instant it starts buzzing. But she quickly realizes I've turned on the rotor attached to her clit. Her eyes scan the stands frantically before locking onto me and Geum-hwa glaring down at her from above. She shoots us a fierce glare.
-Yes, number 10, Park Ayoung! What an intimidating presence—she's got us all shaking in our boots!
-She's come out with fire in her eyes today. She's basically declaring to the crowd without a word: "I'll show you who I am! Bring on the Olympics!"
"Heh, eye contact."
"What a stubborn bitch. Didn't they say some big shot came down from upstairs just to watch her?"
"That's why she's not yelling at me. Ow, my ears."
KyaAAAAAH—!!
Just as I'm about to chuckle at the sight, deafening cheers erupt around us. The gymnasium shakes with the crowd's frenzy. I glance around—it's packed to capacity.
"When did it fill up like this?"
"While Master was scheming his mischief."
"Huh. Superhuman sports, I guess? College league and still this many people."
"Beats me... Asking me won't help since I don't know either. Stop nagging."
Smack. Geum-hwa slaps away my hand as I casually grope her breast. I snicker at her reaction and, just like with Ayoung, fire up the remote app to tweak her vibrator's settings.
BZZZZZ—!!
"Ahk…?! W-wait… What the hell are you doing in a place packed with people…?!"
"Who told you to snap back at your Master like that? Anyway, you ever get scouted by any sports clubs? You're tall, athletic—bet it happened."
"Hnnngh… Ah, the v-vibe… Crazy, it was just spinning a minute ago, now it's doing cross-motions up-down-left-right…♡"
She glances around nervously, but I slip my hand under her skirt anyway and flick the vibe hard. Geum-hwa lets out a muffled "Nnngh!" and climaxes on the spot. Her pussy must be hypersensitive from all the bus teasing earlier—despite the crowd, she cums hard. Luckily, she clamps both hands over her mouth, sparing us a full-blown announcement of her orgasm to the whole gym.
Pity.
"You crazy bastard Master, what the fuck… You wanna get punched for real…?!"
"Answer the question."
"Grr… You think I'd have time for sports when I'm busy scraping by for cash? Ah…♡"
"Fair point. Ball sports eat money anyway. Would've been nicer if you'd answered politely from the start."
"Nnghaaa…♡"
Did she think I'd dial it back? For snapping at me with those fierce eyes, I decide to leave it cranked until at least the end of the first set. Then the whistle—peeek—signals the start, and I turn my attention to the court.
-Block it! Block!
-Ayoung, block!
-Number 10's coming!
The serve from the opponents arcs over the net toward our side. As players converge, Ayoung leaps high, her massive tits bouncing wildly, and swings with all her might.
WHAMMMM—!!
-Valkyria… incoming. Park Ayyooooung—!!
-It's in! Right from the start, Park Ayoung's thunderbolt spike overwhelms Midgal Academy for the early lead!
-Ayoung opens the scoring as expected. What a strike. Look at the blockers—even they're stunned. She hit from way higher than their defense could reach. It's like she's declaring this match a stepping stone to her Olympic stage!
-Fuuuuaaaah…!!
Ayoung roars like a cannon blast exploding.
-What the hell was that? What did we just see?!
-Did you see that? What even was it?!
-She jumped higher than last time!
-At least a meter higher! Insane—how do you block that?!
-Forget that, she's serving next. How do we deal with that? I'm scared already.
The opponents and crowd reel in shock. They knew Ayoung was pro-level, steps above them—but this? She's smashing spikes like she's on a personal trampoline, leaping over blocks and cratering the court. Chills run through everyone.
-Kyaaaaah?!
-Ayoung sis!!
-So cool!
Even her fan club, used to seeing her, lags a beat in cheers, baffled by her elevated play. I snicker at Ayoung high-fiving her teammates in wide-eyed surprise at her own feat, then crank her rotor higher.
-Nngh…♡
-Ayoung! What was that—did you really fly?!
-Park Ayoung was holding back? What?!
As the vibrations intensify, Ayoung shudders and shoots me a glare. She's pissed, demanding what I'm doing—but a lewd smile tugs at her lips. One attack overwhelmed them completely. Her body, ridiculously enhanced, now makes sense of my "balance adjustment" warning. She's grasping it, accepting it, enjoying it this instant.
The exact opposite of my intent.
"Tch, you pervert."
"You're the pervert, you bastard Master… T-turn it off quick…♡"
Tsking, I ignore Geum-hwa unconsciously tugging my sleeve with coquettish whines and refocus on the match.
-Valkyria's got Ayoung setting up for serve.
-One of her strengths is that killer serve. Will we see another brutal hit like that spike? The crowd holds its breath.
Rotation from her ace puts Ayoung at the back line. She bounces the ball a few times, glances my way briefly, tosses it sky-high—
-Wh-whoa…
-Isn't that too high? She overshot, right?
The crowd sighs, thinking it's a flub. But Ayoung, smirking amid the focused stares and her lower belly tingles, sprints forward—
WHAMMMM—!!
Her arm blurs into afterimages. The ball rockets like a meteor, slamming the opponent's court and shattering a courtside billboard. Spent, it bounces feebly across the floor, rolling to the referee—who stands frozen, whistle limp—before stopping.
Silence grips the gym; everyone but Ayoung forgets to breathe. Then—
PEEEEEEEK—!!
The whistle shreds the quiet, signaling the ace.
The commentators leap up, finally processing.
-It's… in! Ayoung's serve ace! Valkyria scores!
-What did we just witness?! Is this an amateur Valkyrie's serve?!
-Incredible power! The libero couldn't even react!
-She felt something whiz by and it was the ball?! The ref's dumbfounded too!
-A show of force! Two plays and she's captivated every player and fan in Priga Gym!
-National team! Olympics! Gold medal!
-We'll give it all—national team, gold, everything! Just draft her!
WHOAAAAA—?!
KYAAAAAAAH—?!
The deathly hush explodes into frenzy as the hyped announcers snap the crowd back. I seize the chaos to grope Geum-hwa's tits; she whimpers softly through a mini-climax.
"What the hell. Why's she playing better when I crank it up?"
"H-how should I know… Who cares, stop groping…♡"
I definitely amped the clit rotor for balance control. Timed the max buzz right for her serve, too. But she didn't waver—instead, she flaunted that monster ace. Now I'm baffled.
"Why's business booming! Don't make me laugh—why's the rotor making her play better?! How am I supposed to react to this?!"
"Why ask me and my nipples?! D-don't pinch…♡"
-Midgal calls a timeout!
-Basically right at kickoff. Can't blame 'em—after that, what else can they do? No one watches their house float away in a natural disaster.
Midgal needs this win, so straight into countermeasures on Ayoung.
I scowl at Ayoung, then vent on Geum-hwa's nipples poking blatantly through her blouse, yanking one hard with my fingers. I'm trying desperately to sabotage her—why the hell is her performance skyrocketing?!