Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Blue Dragon Cup Victory Celebration Party (1)
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Following the Golden Lion Tournament! Korean Physical Education High School conquers the Blue Dragon Cup! The undisputed strongest high school team this season is Korean Physical Education High School!
Clap clap clap. As the caster finished his commentary, applause filled the arena. Seeing myself on TV, I had to admit... I looked pretty damn cool. It was a recording, which was a bit of a letdown, though.
'Pros must be on TV like this every day, huh? Nice.'
"Thanks to Coach Lee Ki-cheol, our Hanchego baseball team has finally joined the ranks of the powerhouses. We appreciate everything you've done. Now we won't even need scholarships to attract top talent."
While I was glued to the TV in awe, I overheard the principal chatting with the coach.
"No, no, Principal. The players worked harder than I did."
Ugh, chills. The coach saying something like that?
"Oh, come on. You did all the heavy lifting. Thanks to you, we can hold our heads high with the parents. We'll be sending a lot of them to college this year."
"Hahaha. Of course. Most of the seniors should make it."
"Excellent. Just excellent. But it's a shame we have to part ways after a win like this..."
"Now I want to test myself against you in the pros. Sorry about that."
So he really decided to go pro. Hye-jin noona mentioned it, but the thought of this guy coaching in a pro club made me want to puke.
"A coach like you would do great in the pros. AT Thunderbirds called you up, right?"
"Yeah. Hyunseong reached out too, but with my wife pregnant and Seoul being better..."
"Even starting in the second-tier squad, I hope you make it to head coach of AT someday."
"Thanks for the well-wishes."
Of all teams, the AT Thunderbirds, where I got drafted? What bad karma from my past life? At least it's second-tier coaching. Means I won't run into him on the first team.
"Alright, school's covering the celebration today, so eat up, everyone. Congrats to the baseball team! The heart of Korean Physical Education!"
"Hanchego! Fight!"
The team echoed the chant after the principal's lead. He sat down with a satisfied smile.
"Man, acting generous and it's an all-you-can-eat joint. What a cheapskate, right?"
"Look at the baseball team size. To fill us all up, they'd have to sell the school."
"Won-ho hyung, why didn't you go after the Golden Lion? You bounced right away. Said starters need rest at home."
"This was my last start anyway. Gotta make memories. Won't pitch well in the next tourneys."
Won-ho answered with a bittersweet look.
"Eh, let's just eat some meat!"
"Yep!"
I filled my starving belly with meat grilled by the underclassmen. Maybe from all the effort today, but I was pretty hungry.
'Wish there was booze. Too bad.'
'High schoolers, what can you do?'
'This uncivilized country won't let us drink till this age.'
'Huh? Can't you drink before adulthood in the US either?'
'That's for goody-two-shoes girls who follow the law. Back in my day, we drank as soon as pubes showed. Heh heh.'
'Uh, sure.'
I ignored Rogers Hornsby's worthless chatter and reached for more meat when the coaches called me and Won-ho over.
"Kim Won-ho, Ji Maeng-ho. Come here."
"Yes."
Sheesh, such a hassle. I went with Won-ho, and the principal offered his congratulations first.
"Kim Won-ho, Ji Maeng-ho. Congratulations. Our school's got its first first-round pick. You've raised our pride. I'm so proud."
If you're so proud, why hint for me to leave? I wanted to smash that beer bottle next to him, but as a law-abiding Korean citizen, I held back.
"Thank you."
"Ah, yes."
"Good job, Won-ho, Maeng-ho. First-rounders. Here's a drink."
"I don't drink."
"Come on, Principal. These kids repeated a year—they're all adults. A sip on a day like this is fine, right? And first drinks should come from elders."
"Hmm, true. Alright, Maeng-ho, Won-ho. Take one."
Hmm... booze...
'What're you waiting for? Drink up, you punk.'
I didn't want the coach's booze, but with the alcoholic ghost nagging, I reluctantly took the shot he poured.
"Good, good. You've worked hard, Maeng-ho."
"No, Coach. It's all thanks to your guidance."
"Yeah, Maeng-ho. I didn't play you much in first or second year—must've been tough. But that built you into high school baseball's top hitter. Down it and let it go."
"Yes, Coach."
I'd already let it all go... into Hye-jin noona's womb. Maybe that's why the booze tasted sweet.
'Ugh, fuck, give booze not goddamn rubbing alcohol. Ptui.'
If not for that guy pretending to spit, it'd have been sweeter.
'Hmph, monkey country alright. Their booze culture ain't developed yet.'
'What? This is traditional Korean liquor.'
Soju counts as traditional, right?
'Tch, don't touch this crap again.'
'Yeah, yeah.'
I brushed off Rogers and kept taking shots from the coach until his face turned red. And... the soju-hater Rogers was drunk-flying around the place.
No matter his gripes, he hadn't cut the sense-sharing, so he must've liked it.
The party went on after sending underage kids home. Coaches, coach, Won-ho, and me—under ten people—kept pouring soju down our gullets.
"Whoo! Hanchego forever! Baseball team forever!"
"Won-ho! Maeng-ho! Our treasures! First-round congrats!"
"Coaches, you've worked so hard. Really, sniff, thank you all!"
Won-ho teared up mid-drink. Weirdly, I was fine. All athletes, chugging bottles, yet I was sober. Even I found it odd.
The party dragged on; minors headed to dorms. Others started dropping.
"Ugh... I'm dying."
"Told you not to take every pour like an idiot."
"Fuck, why're you fine?"
I wondered too. I'd drunk before, but not blackout-proof. Did Rogers take all the buzz? He hadn't ditched living habits, shadow-boxing passersby. No effect, of course.
"Ugh, what about the coach?"
The head coach looked troubled at the passed-out coach.
"Call his wife?"
"Already did. But this guy's built like a tank."
His wife? Hye-jin noona's coming? I approached the chatting coaches.
"I'll take the coach home."
...Couldn't pass this up.
"Good, Maeng-ho looks fine. Drinks well—pros'll love you."
"Haha, booze is hitting nice today."
"Today? You little shit, you've snuck drinks before? Figures you held it well. Don't get caught next time."
"Got it."
Supporting the coach curbside, a familiar car pulled up.
"Ah, ma'am! Sorry. Victory got him carried away."
"No worries. A drink on a day like this is fine."
"Coach married well, huh? What good deeds for a wife like you? Hahaha."
"Nah, I got the better deal. Oh, this player... Ji Maeng-ho? Great homer today."
Hye-jin noona winked, acting like first sight.
"Yeah, this is Maeng-ho. Handsome, right? Not just 'cause he's my player—this kid'll shake up Korea someday."
"Impressive. Should get an autograph."
"Yeah, Maeng-ho. Sign one."
"No pen."
"Autograph later. Get the coach in the back seat."
"Yes."
I crammed the coach into the back after she opened the door.
"Ma'am, Maeng-ho'll escort him. You good with that, Maeng-ho? Right to the bedroom."
"No worries. I'll get him to the bedroom."
Path to the bedroom's familiar—no issue.
"I'll head out then. Coaches, get home safe."
She finished and got in the driver's seat. Before passenger side, I asked the coach,
"No training tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, rest day. Ask ma'am for a ride home."
"See you. Won-ho okay?"
"Cab'll take us to dorms. Don't worry."
"Thanks for today."
"Go on."
After goodbyes, I sat shotgun. Hye-jin noona gave a sly smile.
"Drank, huh?"
"A bit."
Her free arm started stroking my thigh.
"He's in back..."
"Fine. He won't wake drunk."
"Oh, really?"
No dilemma then. I unzipped, pulled out my dick. Tinted windows—no fear. Probably car-sexed here before. Gotta ask her later.
"My, naughty."
"Naughty? You stroked first."
"You know me best, Maeng-ho."
"Ngh."
Her thumb pressed my glans; a moan slipped. She rubbed the shaft, thumbed the head.
"Think you can hold till home?"
"...Ngh, I'll try."
"Good."
Her hand swapped shifter and dick like pro driver and handjobber. But hands-only to home? Tough. The booze?
"Noona, I win, right?"
"Tch, handjobs used to finish you yesterday..."
"Never happened once."
"Fine. Winner gets a prize."
Wonder what prize?
"Grab that and follow."
"Yes."
I zipped up, hauled the crumpled coach from back, followed her. As she said, oblivious, dead asleep.
"This guy's out cold."
"Told you. Drunk, he won't notice his wife getting fucked beside him."
"So, fuck me next to him?"
"That's my Maeng-ho."
She punched the code, flashed a bright smile. But sex now risky?
"Noona, you sure now?"
"Said I prepped your gift. Relax."
What? Curiosity killing me. In her place, dumped coach on living room floor, dropped pants to find out.
"Eager beaver, Maeng-ho?"
"Yeah. Driving me crazy, noona."
"Okay, okay."
She stripped to soothe me. Layer by layer: black bra with nipple holes, black panties barely covering the front—pale ass fully exposed.
"...That's it? Special gift?"
She grinned, turned. Panties failed back—pure ass show.
"So..."
"Told you I prepped a gift. Like?"
She spread cheeks with both hands. I gawked.
"Whoa..."
Pink anus spot: a ring plugged in.
"Come pull it out."
Blushing, she urged. Mesmerized, I hooked a finger, tugged.
"Ahhng."
Out came a huge dildo-like plug. Her anus gaped wider than usual.
Pucker pucker—winking like awaiting master. Clean inside, prepped well.
"For you."
Clap clap clap. Had to applaud her gift.
"First time back there—can you handle?"
"Of course."