Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Park Hye-jin (1)
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"Coach. I'm changing my position."
"About time you came to your senses. Having a guy like you at shortstop is a liability to the team. Where are you switching to? Batting practice pitcher, maybe? If you change to batting practice pitcher, you might even make a living as an adult. Your pitches are clean and slow—perfect for it."
The coach unloaded his usual barrage of insults, but I didn't pay it any mind. Go ahead and laugh it up now. With Rogers Hornsby's experience and instincts at my disposal, the coach wasn't all that important to me anymore.
"Second baseman."
"Is that right? Too bad. But as a second baseman, your weird throws might actually be somewhat useful. I'll let the defense coach know, so head on out."
"Got it."
As I turned to leave the office, the door swung open and a woman who looked to be in her late twenties walked in.
"Honey~."
It was Coach Lee Ki-cheol's wife. A beauty who'd been a pro tennis player. Their wedding had made headlines as a star-studded affair, and I remembered him bragging about it at a drinking session once. Park Hye-jin, was it?
Lee Ki-cheol's wife was stunning. I knew she was in her mid-thirties, but her diligent self-care made her look late twenties, and even though she'd put on a little weight since quitting sports, her figure was still toned at its core.
And then there were those breasts straining against her gray dress—they had my full attention.
She'd occasionally show up at games to cheer him on, bringing drinks and such. That's when she'd become the subject of all the dirty jokes. This was the first time I'd seen her up close, though.
Guess even a star coach like Lee Ki-cheol needed a beauty like that to land someone so hot.
'Oh. The monkeys in this country aren't half bad. The chaps back home were all dwarves under 160cm.'
"Hi there. Who's this?"
"Hello. I'm Ji Maeng-ho."
"Don't worry about it. More importantly, what are you doing here?"
"Oh honey~. Didn't I tell you the fridge was coming today? What's this, making me come all the way here?"
She put on her coquettish act as she sidled up to the coach.
"What else? Working. Do I have to handle that stuff too?"
"Tch. With all these kids around, couldn't you spare one?"
"They're all training... Ah. Maeng-ho. You go. No point in you training anyway."
My fist clenched involuntarily at the coach's words. This bastard—treating me like a slave?
'Hey, hey! Fuck yeah. Say you'll go! Say you'll go!'
...Huh?
Rogers Hornsby was uncharacteristically gung-ho about this.
'Follow her. That one's a guaranteed lay. Hurry up and go. A face like that can't go without sex. Heh heh heh. My eye for women has never failed me.'
Hornsby claimed he always had sex after every game. Whores one night, female fans the next. His eye for balls and his eye for women—he always boasted they were top-tier. Worth trusting?
"...Sure."
It wasn't like his words sparked any interest. I just couldn't risk getting on the coach's bad side right after the position change. That was the only reason I agreed. For real.
"Hmm? Maeng-ho, was it? Ji Maeng-ho?"
She eyed me seductively. Puppy-dog eyes with a beauty mark under one of those big peepers. Hornsby's read might be spot-on.
"Yes."
"Alright then, honey~. Mind if I borrow him~?"
She peeled away from the coach and grabbed my arm.
"Oh? Pretty solid."
"I'm an athlete."
I couldn't join defense drills, so weights were all I had. My body was something I took pride in.
"Good thing. I was worried it'd be too big, but you should handle it fine."
Even on a weekend lunch break, showing up at her husband's work to drag off one of his players? This woman was clearly off her rocker.
"Hey. Move it and come straight back. No slacking. Actually, better if you get caught slacking."
"No problem. I'll be right back."
And just like that, the lady and I headed to where her car was parked.
"Huh? The seatbelt won't click."
"Really? It acts up sometimes. Here, sis'll fix it for you."
Sis? She was at least ten years older, but she leaned over from the driver's seat, reaching for my seatbelt. Her white nape peeked out between her cardigan and gray dress, and a strong perfume wafted over.
Most perfumes turned my stomach, but this one mixed perfectly with her scent—damn good.
Then her ample breasts brushed my chest. She fumbled a bit but finally got the belt fastened.
"There. Passenger side's always tricky."
"Ah... Yeah."
'Ugh. That fucking slut. See? She's seducing you.'
Was she really? I'd been skeptical, but Hornsby's words were starting to ring true. Still, no way something straight out of porn was happening to me.
"Alright, let's roll."
The drive to her place felt impossibly short, thanks to the sweet fragrance filling the car—I barely noticed the time passing.
"Only five minutes."
"He sleeps a lot, so we got a place close by. Ho ho."
Nope, it really was that short. From school to the coach's house—five minutes by car. Three without parking. I could jog back in under ten. Maybe even less.
"Maeng-ho, right? Come on in."
"Excuse me."
Stepping inside, a motel-style mini-fridge was plopped right by the door. I'd pictured a full-size one—heavy bastard—but this was a relief.
Makes sense. A big one would've had a delivery guy. Lucky break.
"Sorry, Maeng-ho. He was supposed to handle it, but he had to work today of all days. Mind helping out?"
"No problem."
"Take it to the master bedroom, please~."
I stepped up to the mini-fridge and tried to hoist it.
"Ngh."
"Whoa? You okay?"
"Heavier than it looks."
Thought it was maybe 10kg tops—easy lift. Nope, at least 30kg. Tweaked something there.
"Sorry, ma'am."
"Ma'am? When it's just us, call me sis. Siiis."
"Ah. Right. Sis... Could you help me lift it? Sorry."
"No, no. You're here to help. Of course I'll pitch in. Back in my day, sis was quite the athlete."
She flexed her arm. No real muscle pop, but kinda cute.
"Hang on. Don't want to dirty my cardigan. Let me take it off."
She hung the cardigan on a rack, revealing her near-sleeveless gray dress.
'Check out that body on the old hag. Heh heh.'
Hornsby's nonsense was usually worthless, but I had to agree this time.
"Kept you waiting?"
"N-no."
She slid next to the fridge and gripped the bottom. I took the opposite side. Our eyes met as we squatted, and I shyly looked down.
Big mistake. Her crouched posture and arms pushing her breasts together as she lifted—it was even more embarrassing. Lifting my gaze would mean she'd see my flushed face, so I kept staring.
"Ready? One, two, three. Hup."
"Hngh."
Lifting together was way easier than solo.
"Ngh. Heavy—hurry, hurry."
"Where to?"
"Sideways, siiide. Back from there. Door's open—straight in."
I followed her directions, shuffling along.
"Here?"
"Yeah. Haa... one, two. Ngh. Whew, thought my back was gonna snap."
She was trying so hard to act young, but that groan was pure ajumma—had to stifle a laugh.
"Huh? Maeng-ho. Why the grin?"
"Nothing. Just thought of something funny."
"Oh? Whew. Sis nearly broke her back. Would've cursed you forever if I'd done it alone."
"Huh? Why?"
"Why? A man's back is his life. Nearly wrecked mine. Oh, you wouldn't know yet. Ho ho ho."
'Tell that slut quick! That my back ain't going out over that!'
I brushed off Hornsby and replied.
"Nah, no way lifting that wrecks your back. I'm an athlete. Mine's rock-solid."
"Oho~. Confident, are we?"
"Gotta be for swings."
"Ho ho ho. Your girlfriends must love it. And that handsome face. Aigoo, but sis quit sports a while back—my back's killing me."
With that, she flopped onto the bed. Hadn't realized—this was the master bedroom.
"Maeng-ho, you know how to massage?"
"Yeah, basic sports massage."
"Then... could you rub sis's back? Feels like it's out."
'See? Told you, idiot.'
Hornsby was right. If I hadn't caught on by now, I'd be either a moron or impotent. One or the other. So...?
There was that one good-looking senior who ran errands for her with drinks a lot. Was that the same deal?
'Fuck. It's obvious.'
But she hadn't made it explicit yet. Gotta play it safe—no MeToo scandals before going pro.
"Maeng-ho?"
At her urging, I cautiously climbed onto the bed and positioned myself at her waist. I pinned her thigh with my knee and placed my hands lightly on her back.
"Lower. More, more, more."
I pressed down, sliding my fingers lower per her instructions. Stopped between her waist and ass. No complaints, so I dug in.
"Yes, there. Ahng. More. Ngh."
"Pressure okay?"
"Mm. Perfect. Start there and work up?"
I kneaded upward from there. A bit of softness, but firm muscle underneath when I pressed. Kept going till I hit her bra.
"Ahht."
No "stop" even touching her sideboob and bra strap? Time to get bolder?
This could count as tacit consent, but caution first. I slid my hands back down, kneading lower—ass and thigh territory.
"Nghuu. Softer there."
Her lewd moans guided me as I massaged her plump ass. Over the dress, sure, but that soft give lingered on my palms.
"Going up now?"
This time, I leaned in as my hands rose. With her thigh pinned by my knee, the lean pressed my raging hard-on against her ass.
'Fucking yellow monkey bastard! Share senses! You shit! Now!'
'Shut up and I'm on it.'
'Fine, hurry.'
He'd throw a fit otherwise. I wanted focus, so I shared senses with Hornsby—mouth shut. We'd practiced plenty during swings; it clicked perfectly. Silence from him, and now her body felt crystal clear.
"Mm? Maeng-ho?"
She called out as my stiff cock pressed her ass.
"Yes? Sis?"
What? Was I reading this wrong?
"Wanna come up higher? Not just hands—whole body. Yeah, use your whole body like that."
Nope. Not wrong at all.