Chapter 51
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Threesome! (2)
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“Is anyone in there?”
Thud, thud. I could hear Hye-jin noona's footsteps approaching. And as those sounds grew closer, Hyun-ah's pussy clenched even tighter around me. My thighs were already soaked, and a puddle had formed at my feet.
“W-Who's there?”
“Sounds like the coach's wife? Tsk, didn't expect her to show up.”
We whispered as quietly as we could. Hyun-ah probably figured our voices would be drowned out by the TV. Of course, it didn't matter if we got caught—Hyun-ah just didn't know that.
“Who left the TV on? Kids these days have no idea how much electricity costs.”
“What do we do?”
“What can we do?”
Logically speaking, with our clothes scattered everywhere, we should've been busted ages ago if it was going to happen. But Hyun-ah wasn't thinking that straight—her brain was too fogged with lust to manage it.
A brief silence. I broke it.
“That woman. Let's rape her.”
“Huh? What?”
“I said, let's rape her.”
“Are you insane?”
Hyun-ah shot me a cold glare.
“Listen up. This isn't just talk. If the coach's wife catches us here, we're both done for.”
“Eek!”
“Stop cumming and listen properly!”
With my cock still buried inside her pussy, I could tell exactly how close she was. Her walls gripped me with a force I'd never felt before.
“Once I thrust into you once, you won't be able to think of anything but my cock... That's what you said!”
“Hnnngh! Kinda... feels right...”
Hyun-ah mumbled through the pleasure.
“So you're in?”
I locked eyes with Hye-jin noona through the curtain gap, and she nodded. We'd planned this beforehand, of course. Hyun-ah had no clue.
“She's pregnant?”
Hyun-ah had spotted Hye-jin noona's belly.
“Pregnant? Ugh... But we have no choice! Hell, being pregnant might make it harder for her to tell her husband.”
Even in this do-or-die moment, Hyun-ah's pussy wouldn't stop squeezing.
'Kuhuhuhu.'
Rogers Hornsby's laughter echoed—he clearly couldn't hold back.
“No, wait...! I must've lost my mind for a sec. 'Feels right'? What was I thinking...!”
Tch, spoilsport. As it was time to go, Hyun-ah started chickening out and trying to stop me.
“Even so, we can't do that. Let's not ruin someone else's life. If we get caught here, better just us get fucked over. Don't drag innocents down. Hic.”
Tears streamed down Hyun-ah's face as she kept pleading.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Too late.”
“No...! Don't...!”
I flung open the curtain and stepped out. Hye-jin noona stared at me with eager anticipation. Luckily, Hyun-ah was clinging to me and hadn't noticed.
“Kyaa!”
Hye-jin noona let out an awkward, robotic scream. Hyun-ah didn't catch on. Instead, her pussy clamped down on my cock with unprecedented force—like her folds were alive. Ugh, I couldn't hold back much longer.
Regretfully, I pulled out of Hyun-ah's pussy and spun her around to face forward.
“Hic. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.”
Hyun-ah covered her face, sobbing apologies.
“Ngh!”
I pinched her rock-hard nipple, and pussy juice squirted out, soaking Hye-jin noona's skirt.
“D-Don't look at my pussy! Hic, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
“W-What the hell are you two?”
'Noona! Your acting's too stiff!'
I kept pinching her nipple while pressing Hyun-ah's ass forward with my cock, approaching Hye-jin noona step by step. Drip, drip—pussy juice trailed from Hyun-ah.
“Hey, show me your face.”
“......”
Shiiik. As Hyun-ah lowered her hands, juice gushed from her pussy like urine. This pervert. I stepped behind her, wrapped my arm around her throat, and squeezed.
“Hnnngh.”
“Strip if you want this bitch to live.”
“Y-Yes...? What do you—”
“Ngh!”
“Strip if you want her to live!”
“O-Okay!”
Noona! Way too awkward! Wipe that smile off and respond properly! And don't agree to strip so fast! But my inner screams went unheard. In a flash, Hye-jin noona shed her dress, standing before me in just her underwear.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
Hyun-ah kept apologizing tearfully, convinced her words had put Hye-jin noona in rape danger.
'Noona! Stop smiling!'
“Hey, spread 'em.”
At my command, Hyun-ah parted her legs nicely.
“If you don't watch properly, this bitch dies.”
“Huh?”
I hoisted Hyun-ah up and slammed my cock into her in one go.
“Kiiih! I'm sorryyy!”
Ugh, fuck, what the hell is this grip? Her sopping pussy wrapped around me. Every thrust sent unfamiliar waves of pleasure racing up my cock to my brain.
“Ngh!”
“Sorry! I'm sorryyy! So sorryyy!”
Even without me moving her, Hyun-ah's athletic hips rocked instinctively, stimulating my cock. Apologizing all the while, chasing ultimate ecstasy with her waist!
My arms strained under her weight, but for this squeeze, I could endure.
“Wow...”
Hye-jin noona stared slack-jawed at Hyun-ah bouncing in my hold.
“Sorryyy!”
Pussy juice erupted, splattering Hye-jin noona's face.
“Hnn, hnn.”
Normally, Hyun-ah would've blacked out after climaxing, but she clung to consciousness through the tension. Somehow admirable.
“...See that? Come here.”
“Yesss.”
Hye-jin noona approached.
“Hic, sorryyy, it's my fault. Hic. I shouldn't have suggested doing it here... Hic.”
Blind to the lust in Hye-jin noona's voice, Hyun-ah groveled doggy-style on the floor, repeating apologies.
“Strip.”
“Ngh.”
Hye-jin noona's underwear dropped onto Hyun-ah's back, her face planted on the ground.
“Pregnant, huh? Perfect. Means I can cum inside, right?”
“Maeng-hooo, nooo, let's stop here...”
I ignored Hyun-ah and nodded to Hye-jin noona. She dropped into doggy position, perfectly positioned for Hyun-ah to see.
'This noona never changes.'
Watching us fuck had her pussy dripping already. I plunged into Hye-jin noona's familiar wetness—eyes closed, no problem.
“Nooo!”
“Ngh, i-it's okay, studen—ohoo!”
Hye-jin noona squeezed harder than usual, turned on by the setup. Her breast milk and juices dripped onto the floor from her hanging tits.
“Hey! Help make her feel good—it's too tight.”
“Hnnngh, sorry, so sorry.”
Hyun-ah crawled over and started sucking Hye-jin noona's clit while pinching her nipples.
“Hnnngh! Maeng-ho! Maeng-hooo!”
Her voice grew huskier with the double assault. I stirred her depths carefully to avoid harming the baby.
“Hnnngh!”
“Suck her tits too!”
Hyun-ah shifted to lick Hye-jin noona's breasts. Now Hyun-ah lay beneath her. My free hand fingered Hyun-ah's pussy as I kept pistoning.
'Ugh, this girl's on the edge. Squeezing my fingers like this.'
Feeling that grip only with fingers! If only I had two cocks—but alas, just one. A few more thrusts, and ecstasy built.
“Noona! I'm gonna cum!”
“Cum in me, Maeng-ho! Noona's close too! Hnnngh!”
I unloaded Home Run King's brothers deep inside Hye-jin noona.
“Hahk, hahk.”
“Haaaah, that was good, Maeng-ho.”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.”
Even as Hye-jin noona and I chatted sweetly, Hyun-ah licked every inch of her, still apologizing profusely. She really felt bad.
“Hey, Choi Hyun-ah! Snap out of it!”
Slap, slap—I smacked her ass a few times, and her eyes cleared.
“Huh?”
“Hey, scared ya?”
“Sorry. It was my, hic, stupid idea, hic, to talk, hwaaa!”
Hyun-ah burst into sobs. Hye-jin noona gazed at her fondly, cutely. Seeing her cry nearly revived my spent cock.
This bizarre standoff ended only when Hyun-ah's tears stopped.
“Sorry, ma'am.”
“No, I'm the one who's sorry. Didn't think you'd cry like this...”
“Huh?”
Hyun-ah blinked blankly at Hye-jin noona's reply. My cue.
“This is Hye-jin noona, my fuck buddy. Noona, this is Hyun-ah, my personal pussy.”
“...What?”
“Hi, Hyun-ah. Heard a lot about you.”
“...Huh?”
“'Huh'? Greet her. It's Hye-jin noona.”
“Hello...?”
“Hi. Quite the memorable first meeting, huh?”
“What... is this...?”
Hyun-ah still hadn't pieced it together.
“So, Hye-jin noona and I set this up to lure you here. Got it? It was all acting from the start. Knew you love being watched—satisfied?”
“A-Acting? You acted?”
“Yeah. C'mon, clothes everywhere—think we'd just wait around? You heard our whole convo, right?”
“You fucking trash bastard!!!!”
Hye-jin noona and I plugged our ears. Loud voice.
“I... How scared... How... Hwaaaang!”
Hyun-ah wailed again—relief mixed with betrayal. Her tears revived my dead cock.
“So, noona, wanna keep going till she calms down?”
“Yeah, my turn this time?”
“Obviously.”
“You! Trash, hic, bastards! Hwaaaang!”
“Why? You loved it too—your pussy was flooding.”
“Haaaang!”
Hye-jin noona's moans atop me drowned out Hyun-ah's cries.
“You fucking dog! Trash bastard!”
“Thanks for the praise.”
“Hwaaaaang!”
“Maeng-ho, thrust deeper! Let Home Run King feel it! Hooo!”
“Auntie, you're awful too! Hnnngh.”
“Not auntie—sis. See you around?”
“Hwaaaang.”
Hyun-ah finally calmed only after Hye-jin noona finished and she sucked my cock. We fucked till lunchtime.
Later, Hyun-ah confessed the bust moment was her life's best orgasm. Our first threesome ended like that.
“Threesome wasn't half bad, huh?”
Sober Hyun-ah's words suggested she wanted more occasionally. Fit her exhibitionism.
“That good?”
“...Yeah.”
“Got it. I'll ask Hye-jin noona.”
Of course, Hye-jin noona said yes.
“Hey, whatcha watching?”
“AT Thunderbirds game.”
“You don't watch pro baseball.”
One October day, mid-run in the gym, Won-ho chatted me up while I watched the Thunderbirds.
“Nah, don't usually, but today's big, so...”
Didn't wanna, but the rookie draft group chat was blowing up, so I forced myself.
“Yeah? Oh right, AT loses today, they're out of playoffs. Lemme see... Since 2003, that's 20 years if they miss again. Brutal. Think they'll pull it off?”
“Not a tournament—what's winning today do? They'll lose tomorrow anyway.”
“Oof, cold for your future team.”
“Future team? Just a pit stop before majors.”
“Icy.”
“Hey, you burying your bones with Silla Triggers?”
“Bullshit. Pitch hard 7 years, bounce to majors. If not, FA to big money.”
AT Thunderbirds? Kinda like a job. Loved 'em as a kid going with Dad... Post-accident, meh.
Now? Maybe it was the games with Dad, not the team.
Still, solid workplace—generous bonuses.
“Opponent's Hwasan Falcons though? They'll win today.”
Hwasan Falcons. Last place 8/10 recent years. Glad draft skipped 'em.
Joke was: national exam top to Seoul Med, high school baseball top to Falcons. Bad rep among players.
“Yeah, they'd beat Falcons. Honestly, us vs. them 10 times, we'd win 3-4?”
“I'd win as starter.”
Hahaha. Other juniors laughed too.
“C'mon, senpai, pro team...”
“Oh yeah, you got picked by Hwasan, right? Sorry.”
“Not that, but...”
Only Lee Joo-hyun, Hwasan draftee—me and Won-ho aside—didn't laugh. Low pick, but drafted means talent.
...Why'd he suck against me? Annoying. More hits off him, my bonus hits 5 mil.
“Hey, Hwasan at least has shit outfield?”
“Lucky, yeah. Probably 2-3 years to first team?”
We joked watching, but contrary to expectations, AT faltered. By 9th bottom, tied.
One out, bases loaded? No—1 out, runner on second. AT pitcher throws,
Right fielder's walk-off blunder!! AT Thunderbirds! Agonizing walk-off defeat! The tragic playoff curse vanishes like this. AT Thunderbirds chokes on elimination again this year—Hwasan Falcons' hot sauce brings AT Thunderbirds to tears!
AT lost on a right fielder's epic braindead error.
“AT's rough. Cursed or what?”
'Painful to watch. Guess this is that barbaric country's level?'
Rogers Hornsby muttered quietly. Stunned by the play—pro outfielder drops easy fly, loses game. My eyes hurt.
“AT or Hwasan... We'd win 3-4 outta 10 for sure.”
Paying those guys salaries? I'd stroke out as owner. Amazing they stay afloat.
'Idiot. It's your team.'
My head spun a bit.