Joining Trial (1)
Two rounds of sex were off the table. After one climax, it always took a good while to reload, and with Yuko's dad due back soon, we had to clean up and get out. So we settled for once today. Plenty of opportunities ahead anyway.
Yuko seemed to want another go deep down, but she looked a bit worn out and didn't push it.
"…That last one was close."
The cleanup blowjob—straight out of porn—nearly made the hard-won sage mode vanish. I had to wrestle it back under control.
If this were my own place or a motel, we'd have gone twice… no, three times.
"Space is the real issue."
Europe lacked Korea's love hotels, so options were slim: Yuko's place or Aunt's house. A hotel was possible, but pricey for my current budget.
"Phew!"
Yuko emerged from the shower, wrapped head to toe in a towel, hand over her face except for her eyes.
"Wait long?"
"Nah. Why the face cover?"
"Oh… I wiped off my makeup."
"It's fine. I'll see your bare face plenty from now on—gonna hide it every time?"
"Not every time, but…"
"Won't disappoint me. Show me."
Jeong Ha-yoon looked stunning without makeup. Yuko, who resembled her, had to be the same.
Nailed it.
"…Not great?"
I shook my head at her shy reveal.
"Not at all. Beautiful."
"R-really…?!"
"Yeah."
Her cheeks flushed pink. I smirked, got up from the bed.
"Be right back—shower time."
I rushed through it, minimizing traces.
"Just texted Dad. He's swamped today."
…Round two signal?
"But he wants dinner together, so he won't be too late."
"Got it."
"Rest a bit before you go. Heading to Corear later?"
Corear. Aunt and Uncle's fusion Korean spot. Named for "sing" or "chorus," but also a clever nod to localizing Korean food.
"Yeah. Gotta."
"Working?"
"Learning for now. Full serving duty next week."
Supposed to train at Corear today too, but I used sightseeing as cover to meet Yuko. Back before dinner rush.
Aunt wasn't strict. Menus memorized in days, tasted most dishes, customer service down pat. Ready for prime time.
Glanced at the clock—time to spare. Sat on her bed's edge. She leaned in, head on my shoulder.
"Got a question."
"Shoot."
"Back in Korea… lots of sex partners?"
Before I could answer, she added, "Skip if it's too personal."
"Not really. Just one."
"Eh? For real?"
She pulled back, skeptical.
I chuckled softly. "Real. After the recent breakup, just a casual thing with someone I knew."
"Before that?"
"Nope."
"None?"
"Why lie to you?"
"Wha— one-nights?"
"Same deal. No sex outside girlfriends till the last breakup."
She still looked dubious.
She pegged me for a player?
"S-so I'm your second partner?"
"Yeah."
She hit me with that classic Japanese "Heeeh?" reaction.
"I'm shocked right now."
"Why?"
"Thought you'd had tons of one-nights and partners."
"Reason?"
"You were… so skilled."
I just smirked.
Her curiosity piqued. "First time when?"
"Fifteen. Third year middle school."
"With who?"
"Girlfriend then. Noona—one year older."
"Long time?"
"Longest of any sex-with-girlfriend."
"How long?"
"About three years."
Back then, no complex about my size. But college freshman girlfriend changed that—complex and trauma set in.
Couldn't forget her eyes rippling with disappointment the second I dropped trou.
Others similar. High expectations, clear letdowns.
Only Jeong Ha-yoon never minded. Felt like soulmates, loved her more for it.
Then that bitch cites my dick as breakup reason. No wonder it wrecked me.
Even the disappointed exes never voiced size complaints outright or used it for breakup.
"Why only girlfriends? Could've hooked up casually when single. Like now."
Honestly, pre-Yuko sex, Ha-yoon rage and regrets lingered heavy. Now? Lighter, freer.
That shitty memory's etched forever, but I'm transformed now.
All thanks to Yuko.
"Felt right back then. Last breakup's pain flipped the script."
No way I'd admit the size complex killed one-nights.
"…She cheat?"
I nodded faintly instead of words.
"Can't fathom it. How ditch a stud like you? Karma's coming. For real."
"Pfft!"
Burst out laughing. Woman spitting image of Ha-yoon cursing her—hilarious irony.
"Thanks."
Smoothly tucked her hair. Cheeks bloomed red again.
Then—tring♪
Phone blared. Checked: Vitolo.
No training today. Why call?
"Mind if I take this?"
"Go for it."
Answered. His voice boomed through.
- Hey, Theo. Working?
"No. Out on errands. What's up?"
- Cool. Quick chat okay?
"Sure."
- Got good news for you.
Good news?
- First, one question.
"Ask away."
- You played pro in Korea, right? Club name?
"Gimpo United. K League 2 team."
- How long?
"One season."
- One? Short contract?
Straight answer. "No. Three-year deal."
- Released you? …Why? Korea's second division that good?
Fair confusion. My skills then vs. now? Night and day.
- Matches?
"Three. All sub."
- Goals?
"Zero points."
- Barely a chance. Tsk. Sucks, whoever they are.
"They'll regret it someday."
If they'd kept me one more season, goblin powers would've hard-carried.
But fair. No B team, citizen club—thin squad.
"Why ask suddenly?"
- Right, key part. Few days watching you, but you're no amateur. Coached semis long, pros too—seen talent. You're top by far. Serious.
"Thanks."
- Amateurs, sure, but your basics? Rock solid. Technique elite. Pro La Liga? Not sure. Semipro? Easy. Body ability insane.
Heart raced. Sensed it. That good news.
- We want promotion, could hold you till season end… but greedy. Players need right stage.
Waited silent.
For him to say what I guessed.
And…
- Buddy on AD Alcorcon board. La Liga 2 club. Pushed you hard—they're interested. Mentioned pro history, hooked 'em.
"…!"
Bingo.
- If trial, join B team. They're in Segunda Federacion now. Spain's fourth tier.
- Month-long test, then contract decision. Maybe sooner.
He asked.
- Thoughts? Interested?
No hesitation.
"Absolutely. Count me in."