Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Choi Hyun-ah (6)
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Twitch, twitch. After five rounds of intense sex, Hyun-ah lay sprawled face-down, her body limp and drained.
"Hey, hey. Choi Hyun-ah."
"……."
"You not leaving? Planning to move in here?"
Hyun-ah still didn't respond to my words. She looked completely wiped out. I gave her ass a hard smack to jolt her back to reality.
Slap.
"Haaang."
"Hey. Get up already. It's 4 a.m."
"Uh... yeah?"
"It's 4 a.m. You going or not?"
"Wh-what? 4 a.m.?"
"Yeah. Time to get up. I don't care either way, but you do, right?"
"Y-yeah. Guess I should go."
"You okay leaving without washing up? Though if you shower here now, the water would wake everyone."
"Ugh... feels sticky."
As Hyun-ah said, her whole body was slick with sweat, her juices, and my cum. But she snapped out of it quick and looked at me.
"You didn't take any more pictures, did you?"
"Nah. Wanna check?"
I handed her my phone. Hyun-ah searched every inch of it and confirmed there was nothing there.
"Hmm... You really deleted everything?"
"Yeah. No more blackmail material. Let's both forget this and move on. Okay?"
"...You bastard. I'm reporting you!"
"After we both enjoyed it? Would someone who hated it go five rounds? Thought your pussy was gonna catch fire."
"You think I won't?"
"That's why I deleted the KakaoTalk messages while you were out cold. No evidence—what're you gonna do?"
"How'd you know the password?"
"It was fingerprint unlock."
"...You're such a fucking bastard."
"You pass out hard after. Thought you were dead or something. Be careful with Won-ho next time. Not that he'd ever date a slut like you."
"Hey!"
"Whoa, whoa. Keep it down or you'll wake everyone."
"Hmph. I'm seriously gonna get revenge."
"Sure. Go for it."
She talked big about revenge, but I wasn't worried at all. With her strong pride, Hyun-ah wouldn't report being "raped." Plus, the evidence was gone, so even if she did, it wouldn't be a big deal.
"You think I can't?"
"Won-ho would love that."
"Don't mention Won-ho!"
Tears welled up again in her fox-like eyes. She really did love him.
"Get dressed and go sleep. I'll walk you out."
"...Fuck."
Hyun-ah grumbled but started pulling on her pants and T-shirt.
"Underwear?"
"Hand it over."
"Thought you'd get it back? If I did, I'd use it to jerk off. Too bad."
As soon as I finished, Hyun-ah, who'd hidden her panties under her gym jersey, glared at me. But after seeing everything there was to see, it didn't scare me. If anything, compared to her melted expression on the bed earlier, it was kinda hot.
"All dressed? Let's go."
I left the room with Hyun-ah. Hmm, kinda boring now...
"……!"
When I slipped my hand into her pants and groped her ass and pussy, Hyun-ah's eyes went wide like a rabbit's as she stared at me.
"Right, don't scream. Everyone's sleeping—you don't wanna wake them, do you? What's this? Getting wet again? You like being watched?"
Th-this is."
I toyed with her private parts all the way outside. Luckily, the night-duty coach and the first-years still in the dorm were all asleep—no one spotted us.
"Want me to walk you to your dorm?"
"Fuck off."
"C'mon, be nice. You were dying for it earlier."
"Shut up, you bastard."
Hyun-ah kept up her pissed-off act as she waddled to her dorm. Her walk was all awkward, like someone fresh off circumcision. First time must've been rough for her? Definitely tighter than Hye-jin noona. Younger really is better?
As I admired Hyun-ah's retreating figure, Rogers spoke up.
'Hey, hey, monkey boy. Not bad.'
'Oh. Satisfied, Rogers? Five times even you'd struggle. If you weren't a ghost, you couldn't have handled it.'
'Bullshit. Back in my day, this body could've done ten easy. Anyway, you really deleted everything?'
'Yep.'
'Dumbass. Why delete it all? Not doing her anymore?'
'Once was enough—no need for more blackmail. Plus, I liked her once. Feels like I went too far. You know.'
Truth was, pounding her pussy let me vent all my resentment, shooting it out with my cum. Now how she lives is her business.
'Scared of your dick, huh.'
'And.'
'And?'
'Feels like I could get her again without blackmail?'
Her expressions during sex were real. That melting, gooey face. She'll remember today forever. No way that was fake hate.
'You got plans, huh?'
'Yep. Whatever. Plenty of girls out there. Right?'
'Damn straight.'
'Gonna need your help till then, Rogers.'
'Sure. We're in this together.'
I grinned at Rogers' spirit form.
-Three weeks later, the day of the Golden Lion Tournament finals.
"...Ji Maeng-ho's doing pretty well, huh?"
After the school-mandated group cheer for the finals ended and they headed back, Hyun-ah muttered to herself.
"Ji Maeng-ho? Maeng-ho oppa's the ace of the baseball team lately. You didn't know, unnie?"
Her teammate laughed in response to the mutter.
"...Yeah. I don't know much about baseball..."
"Could say they won thanks to Maeng-ho oppa."
As her teammate said, Maeng-ho's performance in the Golden Lion Tournament had been outstanding. He played in all six games, going 10-for-17 with a .588 average and six home runs. His low at-bats were because most pitchers intentionally walked him.
"If they hadn't, he'd have broken the high school home run record. Well, one more in the next league and he'll smash it anyway."
Since high school baseball switched to wooden bats, the all-time high school home run record was 10. Maeng-ho already had 10 combining the first-half weekend league and Golden Lion.
"...Really?"
Hyun-ah replied in a dark tone. But oblivious to her mood, her friend kept chatting happily.
"Tons of scouts today, right? Probably all for Maeng-ho oppa. Hehe, he's been amazing since middle school. The accident held him back, but good thing he's shining now."
"How do you know so much?"
"Truth is, I've liked Maeng-ho oppa since middle school. So I looked some stuff up. But don't tell him! Planning to confess later. Unnie, promise you won't say anything!"
Her words carried the pure joy of cheering a long-crush's comeback.
"...Thought he couldn't, but he's good..."
Truth was, Hyun-ah hadn't watched properly. In the second inning, Maeng-ho's grand slam made her head spin. Her stomach churned so bad she couldn't bear it.
'Sue me? Go ahead. Then I'll spread it all before jail. Me? Quitting baseball soon for MLB anyway. You, though? Different story.'
'Yeah, upload and head to the slammer. MLB life's good—no army. 2-3 years in, out easy.'
'Told you to find a way out? Guess I'll hit up dropouts for gang life. Carve a star before I go.'
She recalled his words that first day staring at his dick. Fell for the "nothing to lose" line and obeyed. Thought he truly had nothing—those mad eyes screamed jailbird. If she'd known he'd excel like this...
...Haa. Too late. What if Won-ho finds out we fucked?
100% he'd look at her like a bug. Didn't want her crush knowing. If he did, what came next was obvious. The scene flashed in her mind like a movie.
"Hyun-ah?"
"Yeah?"
"Your face looks bad."
On days like this when she felt down, masturbating alone in her spot was best. That's how she'd always vented after losses.
In the deserted dorm bathroom, Hyun-ah sat on the toilet with her legs spread, like always.
"...It was big."
She stared at her large hands, volleyball player's pride—once a complex, now beloved. She looked at her fingers.
"...Three fingers or so?"
Sitting there, she started soothing her pussy to shake off the gloom. Squish, squish. The lewd sounds echoed, but no one came.
"Ahh, aaang."
Gathering courage, she moaned softly, savoring the pleasure rising from below. But compared to that time, it was nothing. Frustrated by the emptiness, she stopped, grabbed her phone, and stared blankly at the empty KakaoTalk chat since that day.
'Figured that bastard would blackmail again... Why no contact? He really done?'
At first, relief—she'd escaped the trash. But now her pussy ached for it.
'No. Just a big-dicked retard... Not missing it. Don't think about it. I got Won-ho. Wait, what if more videos? That's why no contact. Probably jerking to them. Yeah. Just checking in case he leaks after I succeed.'
Rationalizing, she typed on her phone. Fingers slick with juices, sticky, but she didn't care. Keys stuck a bit, but she sent the message.
'This is just to check. Not betraying. Still love Won-ho. Yeah. I'm not that girl.'