Whatever It Takes (2)
Of all the sex I'd had with my ex-girlfriends, there had never been any special events mixed in. You know, like fucking while dressed in something sexy, or role-playing during sex, that kind of thing. Honestly... I wasn't uninterested in those kinds of sex fantasies. I had wanted to try recreating the stuff that only showed up in porn from my childhood. But I could never bring myself to suggest it easily. Part of it was my slightly masochistic tendencies. It wasn't that I lost because I wanted to lose. Looking back, I think I definitely had a strong small-dick complex. Since I lacked confidence in my own equipment, I hesitated to demand it outright. I was afraid it would make me seem like a guy who couldn't perform but wanted too much... So I just shrank back even more.
Inferiority complex. I had that.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Haah... It feels so good... So good I'm going crazy...."
And just like that, it was washed away. A confidence in sex I'd never felt before was blooming wildly inside me. It wasn't just because I'd become hung. Of course, I wouldn't deny that was the decisive factor, but above all, what boosted my confidence was my partner's reactions. From her body trembling, to her half-dazed eyes, her flushed face, the ragged breaths leaking between moans, and the way she gripped the bedsheets with her delicate hands and bit her lip every time I thrust deeper. Kim Hyo-jin had been like that, and so was Yuko right now, spreading her legs wide and eagerly taking my massive cock.
Having seen plenty of fake acting before, I was certain this was no performance.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ahhh... A little rougher... Fuck me harder... Haaaah...!"
"...!"
That made me even happier. Not just the pleasure of my cock rubbing against her pussy walls, but the fact that sex, which used to be something I enjoyed alone, had become something we both savored together.
Was that why? The moment I saw the high-leg swimsuit selfie Yuko sent today, I demanded to fuck her while she wore it—without a second's hesitation. And I realized it then. That I... got way more turned on by these sex fantasies than I'd thought.
"Ugh... I'm... gonna cum...."
She was reacting even faster than usual today. Just pulling aside the fabric covering her pussy—while the swimsuit still clung to her breasts and stomach, somehow making it even more stimulating.
"Cum for me... In my mouth today... Fill my mouth... Haaaah...!"
I reached the peak. I could have savored it slowly, but holding back my urge to blow was impossible today.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ugh...!"
The second that explosive sensation hit my brain, I yanked my cock straight out of Yuko's pussy and tossed the condom aside. Yuko immediately propped herself up, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue, curling the tips slightly. Like she wouldn't miss a single drop.
"Here it comes...!"
I grabbed her hair with my left hand and aimed the head of my cock precisely at her waiting tongue with my right.
Splat! Splat!
The thick, forceful spurts filled her mouth and coated her tongue. Yuko looked up at me without blinking once, taking every bit of my cum in her mouth. Then, as if to show me proof, she opened wide to display the white milk pooled inside.
"Huuuuh...."
I finally exhaled deeply and released my grip on her hair. Yuko kept her mouth open, gently swirling her tongue to roll the cum around. The sight was so stimulating to me that the post-nut clarity sage, who always visited faithfully, seemed to retreat like a mirage.
And it made sense. This whole "facial" thing—or rather, "mouth cumshot"—was a first for me today. Not just with exes, but even with Kim Hyo-jin, my cum always ended up trapped in a condom heading for the trash.
But now. From the facial last time to this mouth cumshot today, Yuko was making my hidden sex fantasies come true one by one.
"...Ah, tissue! Hold on...."
Snapping out of my daze, I hurriedly looked for tissues. Keeping that cum in her mouth on display like that was her silent way of asking me to hand her something to spit into.
But Yuko grabbed my leg, shook her head vigorously, slowly closed her lips, and squeezed her eyes shut.
Gulp!
In the quiet room, the sound of it sliding down her throat rang out briefly. My eyes went wide in shock.
...She swallowed it? My cum?
"Wha... What...."
Seeing my flustered reaction, Yuko opened her mouth again to show her now-empty mouth, then flashed a mischievous smile. She clearly found my response hilarious.
I blinked blankly, and Yuko asked cautiously.
"Did... did you not like it...?"
"...."
"I just... thought you'd like it... Since you came on my face last time... S-sorry...."
I didn't bother answering. There was no need for words.
"Suck it. Let's go again."
"...!"
The sage had retreated for good, but my cock was still twitching, refusing to go soft.
Only after the second round did the sage finally descend upon me. Even with my iron stamina, running for 70 minutes and then two more "matches" of sex had drained me completely. As I collapsed onto the soft bed to catch my breath, Yuko finished her shower, gave me a quick kiss, and slipped into my arms.
After a short rest, we settled into some pillow talk.
"You wanted it today too, right?"
"Huh? Why do you say that?"
"You took it so well. Didn't even seem to hurt much."
Yuko grinned at my words.
"I've been wet since you told me to come in the swimsuit. Probably why."
"It was sexy. Insanely so."
As I stroked her tousled hair, Yuko buried her face in my chest, embarrassed. After a moment's hesitation, I tossed out the question that had been dominating my mind.
"But do you usually like swallowing cum?"
She'd taken it in her mouth and swallowed during the second round too. If I hadn't played soccer today, we might've gone three rounds just on sex.
Yuko peered into my eyes and said softly.
"...Today was my first time."
"What? For real?"
I stared at her in disbelief. For a first time... she hadn't winced at all and swallowed smoothly?
"I was curious, honestly. Wondered what it tasted like."
"So? How was it?"
"Better than I thought. Not fishy. The taste... smooth. Not bitter."
A new curiosity sparked, but I knew I wouldn't get answers. If she was telling the truth, today was her first time tasting cum, period.
"But why'd you suddenly decide to swallow?"
"Guys like it, I heard."
"Some probably hate it."
"But I figured you wouldn't."
"Why?"
"They say it gives a huge sense of conquest?"
Yuko grinned and asked.
"Was it? How'd it feel?"
I nodded honestly. It was a different kind of conquest from creampieing—a feeling beyond words.
Silence returned. This time, Yuko broke it first.
"Do you like cosplay or anything?"
"Huh?"
"Or other sex fantasies...."
"Why?"
"Feels like there's more. Or is it just the swimsuit thing?"
"Nah. It was my first time fucking in a swimsuit too, so that hyped me up big time. Not just swimsuits in general."
"Got it... Any other outfits you like?"
"Nothing specific comes to mind. Why?"
Yuko gently traced my abs as she said.
"I want to do it for you."
A few cosplay outfits flashed in my mind. The sage, who'd just settled in, started packing to leave again. I hurriedly erased those images.
Yuko continued.
"I want to help you even a little."
"...Help?"
"Yeah. Just having vanilla sex and done feels kinda lacking."
I tilted my head. What kind of help?
"If you have cosplay or fantasies you want, tell me. I can't do it every time, but at least once a month, I'll put on an event just for you."
"...!"
"But on one condition."
"Condition? What?"
Yuko grinned mischievously and asked outright.
"How many games do you play a month?"
"Mm... Right now, one a week. Weekends."
We didn't meet on weekends usually. I had games, but the real issue was no good spot for sex. So today, we got a cheap hotel. Thanks to my win bonuses.
"Then get at least 2 wins a month. Tell me about them, and I'll do your event. Sound good? Motivated now?"
I chuckled softly.
"Yeah, totally."
Just like that, I had one more reason never to lose—and to win every damn game.
AD Alcorcón's technical director, Iñigo Chapé, had been glued to something in his office for hours.
"...Insane."
An exclamation slipped from Iñigo Chapé's lips. What he was watching was none other than AD Alcorcón B's previous round match footage. The one where they'd crushed UD Socuéllamos 12-1. He was scrutinizing it to analyze striker Cha Tae-oh, who'd scored seven goals single-handedly.
Before becoming technical director, he'd scouted for various clubs, so Iñigo Chapé was skilled at evaluating players. His one-line verdict on Cha Tae-oh's play?
"Why the hell did Korea let a player like this go?"
It echoed the same question Jordi Calavera had. No matter how he looked at it, Cha Tae-oh's performance and play were beyond pro level. Not just because of the seven goals. Fundamentals, finishing, dribbling, physicality, and innate soccer sense to boot. Sure, it was the fourth-tier Segunda Federación, but to Iñigo Chapé, Cha Tae-oh was a comet-like gem. A dazzling, priceless jewel that whoever picked it up owned.
"Sir. Got the answer to what you asked about today."
Right on cue, a subordinate entered with a report. Iñigo Chapé nodded lightly and asked.
"How long did they say?"
"As you know, Spanish processing is slow... but we'll push for the work visa as fast as possible."
"Good. Thanks."
"Yes, sir."
"Remember: speed is life. Get that work visa issued ASAP. Whatever it takes. Got it?"
He was rushing the work visa for the obvious reason: a pro contract with Cha Tae-oh. Not semi-pro—a full professional contract meant declaring "My job is soccer player" proudly in Spain. So the visa was essential.
If we drag our feet, we might lose him.
Iñigo Chapé knew he'd regret failing to sign Cha Tae-oh forever. He didn't want that. Sure, the gem rolled in luckily, but AD Alcorcón discovered him first. What could be stupider than letting a jewel in your grasp slip away?
Maybe this player solves our striker problem.
Gazing at Cha Tae-oh on the screen, hope flickered endlessly in Iñigo Chapé's eyes.