Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Choi Hyun-ah (1)
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"…What did you just say?"
Since I'd come this far, I decided to just let my true feelings spill out.
"I called you a slut."
"A slut?!"
"Yeah. What else would you call pulling that shit in a school where everyone else is studying or training?"
At my words, the haughty look on her face started to crumble. The strongest emotion I could read there was panic.
"…W-what are you talking about?!"
"You think you can yell like that? Guess it's a story everyone can hear, huh?"
"I-I…."
Her ear-piercing voice grew quieter, and her face flushed red. Hmm… even that hesitant, fumbling look was kinda cute.
'No pride at all?'
'Cute is still cute, though. A tall girl like her tucking her tail at one word from you—ain't that right?'
'…Ahem. Yeah, she is cute.'
"Y-you got proof? I'm suing you for sexual harassment!"
This time, she raised her voice and started demanding answers. But after seeing her tuck her tail earlier, it didn't annoy me anymore—it just seemed cute.
'Pick a lane. Just one. Are you pissed or what? You were mad a second ago, now she's cute? You got issues?'
'It's complicated for me too. Must be 'cause she's my first love.'
Just like I'd told Hornsby, my feelings right now were a total mess. I was pissed and fed up, but watching her act tough despite her fear made her seem cute too. It wasn't love like before, but… something, something complicated.
"Sue me? Go ahead. Then I'll spread it around before I go inside. Me? I'm quitting baseball soon anyway, pro life awaits. But you're different, right?"
From what she'd said earlier, she still thought I'd been riding the bench and only got into games by chance. Sure enough, as soon as I finished, her expression started shaking hard. Seeing the undeniable tremor in her pupils, I pressed on.
"Man, a video of the national women's volleyball setter jerking off—'Ooh, she sucks it so good solo!' Wow, that view count's gonna skyrocket."
"W-what the hell are you saying?! Hey…."
She tried to raise her voice but glanced around and lowered it.
"What else? That's exactly what you heard. You're gonna keep putting your face out there in pro ball, right? But if the school finds out, isn't that expulsion? Do they even draft you after getting kicked out these days? So why pull that crap at school? Doesn't seem like just once or twice either."
And Hyun-ah was already a known prospect. Anyone in the know recognized her face. She couldn't just quit volleyball either. But if a video like that leaked?
Her face started filling with despair, like she'd seen that future.
"……."
"Say something? You were so bold a minute ago. You came looking for me 'cause you're guilty too, right?"
"…You really got proof?"
Now her voice was trembling like a goat's. Should I toy with her a bit more?
"…And if I do?"
I mimicked her, making my voice shake a little, sounding unsure.
"Ha, haha. You don't, do you? Nah, you don't. Makes sense—if you'd snapped a pic there, the noise would've been huge. This little shit scaring me like that."
She picked up on the lack of confidence in my voice and perked right up. Her knack for reading the vibe was straight out of a setter's playbook—piercing through the court's flow.
"You chickened out, you punk. Figures. No reason you'd say that back then otherwise. You saw it, huh? Ugh, unbelievable!"
She raised the hand that had smacked a volleyball a million times, pretending to hit me. To anyone else, her height might've made it look a bit threatening, but to me, it just seemed like bluffing—and hilarious.
"What? Did you enjoy the show? Always such a perv. Staring at that? No wonder a decent-looking guy like you can't get a girlfriend. Lurking around with that creepy face like the world's ending. Fine. If you tell anyone else, you're dead. Got it? Though who'd believe a loser like you anyway."
She spat it out like a machine gun, looking down on me again. Compared to her cowering and shaking earlier, it was hard to believe it was the same person.
Hyun-ah had always been moody on the court too. This felt like the real her, in a way.
"Ha. Fuck. Freaking out over nothing. Oh, right, a punk like you must've been shocked. Traumatized? Tsk, think I'll give you a pity ride or something? Jerk off to other guys' fantasies your whole life. Sigh, it's embarrassing we're even classmates…."
She kept rapping it out, but I let it go in one ear and out the other as I pulled out my phone. Then I opened the gallery and played the video.
[Ahh, ahh.]
"…Huh?! W-what?!"
"Familiar voice, huh."
"Y-you!"
Hyun-ah raised her voice and lunged toward me. I held up one hand, stopping her like I would a dog.
"Whoa, whoa. Come closer and it feels like I'll post this on SNS, right? World's so convenient these days—one button and it's online. Crazy, huh?"
Of course, I didn't have SNS. No time for that with baseball taking up everything. But Hyun-ah didn't know. She'd never even suggested following each other.
"Don't press it! If you do, I'll kill you!"
"Kill me then. Wonder what it'd feel like having your solo jerk-off vid floating online forever? Wow, the fierce warrior on the court… turns out she's got inverted nipples? Can't let that slide."
"Sh-shut up! You fucking bastard. Th-this is a crime!"
She was stumbling over her words now, beyond just trembling. I'd seen it once before, but this view never got old.
"Yeah. I'll post it and do my time. Me? Pro life's calling. Two, three years inside? Skip the army too—nice."
"No, no. You gotta value your life more. You're still young with a bright future. M-Maeng-ho."
"Weren't you just telling me to find a path? Guess I'll hit up those college-less seniors and join a gang. Carve a tally before I go."
Athletes with good builds who couldn't go pro or college didn't have many options. Gangs or manual labor.
I didn't know about Seoul, but in the provinces, plenty ended up in organized crime like that. I'd even had a senior who joined one. If you're gonna be a gangster anyway, one prior ain't scary. Right…?
"Y-you…!"
Luckily, Hyun-ah got my point.
"What? Can't go to college like you said. My build's decent for it, no?"
"N-no, athletes can't do that. You could make it. Don't think weird…."
"Flip-flopping now? Said you'd seen tons like me. Told me to find a path."
"Th-that was…."
Thud. Midway through, she suddenly dropped to her knees. Setter's gotta be smart. She'd figured arguing more was pointless and decided to beg.
"What?"
…But too late. I hadn't wanted to go this far. I'd planned to bury it in my chest, but she'd pushed me too much.
"Maeng-ho, we've known each other since elementary. Right? We were close through middle school. Please, can you delete it?"
"Man. How can someone grovel like this? How'd you change so much?"
"Pl-please. I'm begging. Delete it."
"Short words for someone begging. Folks might think you're my senior."
"I… humbly beg you. Please delete it…."
"Boring. You were so bold before."
"I-I must've lost my mind. Sorry. Sorry."
"Should I delete it?"
"Please. I'm sorry. No, I apologize."
Looking up at me with tears welling, blood rushed straight to my crotch.
"But… what about the hurt you caused me? Fragile mentality here—I got wounded by your words. Words alone won't cut it."
"H-how much? They offered me 200 million in signing bonus. How much? Huh? I'll…."
"No, no. Apologize properly first."
"I did earlier. I said sorry!"
"That was your call. Think money fixes everything? Who you calling trash?"
"Y-you are tr— No, of course not."
"Again. Hurting my delicate heart."
"…So what do you want?"
The girl who'd yanked me around with her words was now dancing to mine. A thrill I'd never felt before shot through my brain. Bigger than pounding Park Hye-jin. The conquest of hating me, stealing her from another guy—sinful ecstasy.
"Suck me off once."
I'd spilled my true desire. Realizing I'd fought that word war just to say this. Wasn't the plan at first—no, maybe it was from the moment I saw that video.
Couldn't see her face with her head bowed on her knees, but I felt her agonizing from here.
"You're insane? You've really gone off the deep end?"
"So?"
"You serious? You trash…!"
"Post it then? Wow, prisons got better facilities than schools these days."
"N-no! Please. Anything else, anything?"
Now she was clasping her hands, pleading. It only egged me on more. I wanted to leave a stain on Hyun-ah's smooth career path—with me.
"Why? One blowjob and it's gone. Hate it? Fine."
"……."
"Oh, 'cause we're outside? Wanna hit that warehouse you always jerked in?"
"……."
No answer? I squatted to meet her eyes. She turned her head to dodge. I grabbed both cheeks with one hand, forcing her gaze to mine.
"Hey. So why provoke me? I was gonna let it slide. But you come at me like that—how am I supposed to hold back? Think about me a little."
"Maeng-ho…."
Cheeks squished, her pronunciation slurred. I released her soft cheeks and leaned in.
"What?"
"Just once… help me out? I'm sorry."
"Funny girl. Said I'd delete it. What more you want? Close your eyes, suck once, done."
"It's a crime, Maeng-ho. You're not this kind of guy…."
"Ah, this bitch won't get it? Fine, I'll be the criminal. Ruin my life? Yours too. Why? You said mine's ruined. I agree."
I moved my finger toward the phone. She grabbed my wrist. Calluses made it not so soft, but her first touch on me—got me hard anyway.
No, I'd been hard since earlier. Panties soaked with pre-cum.
"What's this hand?"
"…Once is enough?"
"Yeah. Why would I lie? That'd make me accept your apology."
"Here?"
"Don't like?"
"Really just once?"
Yooshi. Grand Slam season!