Chapter 58
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Final Camp (4)
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“Then, good work.”
“Good work.”
“Ah, I need to move some of the equipment...”
Class had ended, and Jo Eun glanced subtly my way before speaking up. As the youngest in Infield Group A, it wouldn't look weird at all if I stepped up!
“I'll help you out.”
“Yeah, that's the maknae’s job.”
The seniors didn't find it odd at all. With them gone, it was just me and Jo Eun left in the Pilates studio.
“Jo Eun, you came without even telling me?”
“Ehehe, I wanted it to be a surprise...”
“How'd you end up here? Where's the regular instructor?”
“Oh, the director took a week off for family stuff, so I'll be handling things full-time during the wrap-up camp!”
“Nice. So, shall we start with moving the gear?”
“...But the car's kinda far away.”
The car was far? For me, pondering where to fuck, this was pure gold.
“Then let's get to it?”
“Yeah. Follow me.”
Sure enough, her car was pretty distant. Even after leaving the parking lot, it was a five-minute walk. She'd parked in the middle of nowhere, fitting for Icheon.
“Why'd you park here? It's so far from the lot.”
“Ah, the lot was full this morning. And...”
“And...?”
“...I figured there wouldn't be much space around the studio...”
Jackpot! Jo Eun had come with the same expectations as me. Hearing that, my cock—pent up for a week—swelled like it was about to burst. Buzzing with anticipation, I loaded the exercise gear into the back of her Bongo van, strewn with more equipment.
“Maeng-ho, this van's tint is pretty dark, right?”
Her tone dripped with expectation. Any guy worth his salt would deliver. I pulled her into the back of the Bongo.
“Maeng-ho...!”
The moment I shut the door, she lunged in for a kiss. Our tongues tangled, filling the van with wet, obscene sounds. My hand slid up to her breast while she caressed my pants.
We groped each other, lost in deep kisses, until—like we'd read each other's minds—we pulled apart.
“Do you have any idea how much I've held back?”
“Me too... I've been holding back so much...”
“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”
“...Yeah. What was I supposed to do when you vanished for a week...”
She'd been pent up during my week at camp, too.
“Then show me how you did it.”
Her face flushed at my words as she spread her legs. Leaning back against the seat, opening them in an M-shape—it felt strangely fresh.
Is it really new? Well, car sex is a first.
Not the ideal car sex with a sleek sedan, but this would do just fine.
“Eunght.”
Her leggings came down, revealing white panties soaked with her juices. Then the panties dropped, exposing her secret spot. Droplets clung to her fluffy pubic hair, begging to be licked right then and there.
“Alright then, heuk.”
Her pussy was already slick; two fingers slipped right into the parted slit. A moan escaped her lips as she began pleasuring herself.
Squelch, squelch.
Her thumb teased her clit while the fingers inside scraped her inner walls, mixing with her juices to produce lewd sounds echoing in the van.
“Maeng-ho, Maeng-ho! Eueut! Show me yours too!”
At her plea, I dropped my pants and gripped my throbbing cock. Matching her rhythm, I started stroking.
“Haaang, haang, it's not, not enough! Maeng-ho!”
“Same here.”
Jo Eun had three fingers in now, her face a mix of arousal and frustration. Clearly, nothing but my cock would satisfy her.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I moved to her seat, burying my face between her legs. The workout sweat mingled with her scent, creating an intoxicating aroma.
“Ahhaang.”
My tongue hit home, raising the pitch of her moans as her hand flew to my head.
“More, lick me more! Your tongue! Heut!”
I ramped up the speed, devouring her pussy greedily. Her twitching folds screamed she was at her limit.
Lifting my head, I saw her face etched with desperate longing.
“...Come inside.”
She murmured shyly, head down. I stood, aligning my cock with her pussy, grabbing her legs.
“Euheuut!”
Pinning her body with my torso, I thrust in hard. Her moan came with her pussy clamping down tight. Her lower body folded into a perfect mating press. I pressed her down, rocking my hips.
Slow at first, feeling every wrinkle as I buried myself to the hilt. Then, scraping her walls with my glans, I pulled out in one go.
“Harder, harder!”
This time, per her demand, I slammed in deep. Her eyes rolled back as I hit bottom. Then, slowly dragging over her sensitive spots on the way out.
“Haaang! Maeng-ho! Eut!”
Teasing her with repeated thrusts, her pussy spasmed, signaling she was on the edge.
“Cumming now would be a waste, right?”
“Nehe? Quick, fuck me quick!”
I pulled out just before, earning her pleading whine.
“In a rush?”
“Yes, yes! Hurry!”
“Then you do it, Jo Eun.”
I sat in the seat. She rose, juices dripping, and approached. I held my cock ready for easy entry.
“Haaang...!”
Facing me, she mounted with a loud moan. I slipped a hand under her yoga top, pinching her hidden nipples through the bra. The firm, soft texture—finally!
“Hiiit!”
The intense pleasure from her hardened nipples made her, who'd been tentatively moving, slam down fully onto me.
“Wanna cum? Then move.”
She braced to rise again, but I twisted both nipples, making her collapse once more.
“Maeng-ho...! Kkhiit!”
For the cute glare she shot me, I bucked my hips. She arched back with a lewd moan. I yanked her nipples, pulling her forward, then bucked again.
“Haaang, you're so, so mean, Maeng-ho!”
“Why? If you wanna cum, move yourself.”
“Eeik!”
With resolve, she ignored my teasing and lifted her ass again.
“Oh, holding up pretty well this time?”
“Heueut, stop, stop with my chest...!”
I released her breasts; she sighed in relief and resumed. But humans always want more when told to stop. I lifted her arms, pulling the yoga top up to bind them. Then hiked her bra, exposing her tits to the air.
“Maeng-ho...?”
Holding her bound arms with one hand, I licked from her tangy armpit down to her breast, then nipped a nipple.
“Haeut!”
“Shall we move again?”
Minutes of tormenting her nipples with hands and tongue—she finally ignored me, shaking her ass frantically.
“Haaang! Haang! Maeng-ho, Maeng-hoo!!”
Time to stop playing?
Hearing her frantic voice, I matched her rhythm with upward thrusts.
“I'm cumminggg!”
Before she finished, her squirt soaked my lower half and the seat. Well-trained now, she squirted every climax—a sight to behold.
“Hahk, hahk.”
She collapsed into my arms, spent from squirting. But I wasn't done.
“I'm not satisfied yet. That's okay, right?”
“Yeees, more, fuck me more.”
I reclined the seat. Her ass, slick with sweat, lifted invitingly. Gripping her hips, I plunged into her dripping pussy and rocked.
It was a bit loose after her orgasm, but spanking her ass as I pounded tightened her grip again.
“Haeueut...”
A few more minutes, building to release—I pulled out, shooting thick cum across her back. A week's load painted the seat and her white.
Too much?
Cum on the seat worried me briefly, but I brushed it off. One round wasn't enough for my pent-up cock!
“Jo Eun, round two?”
“Yeees.”
Her eyes glazed, entranced, as she instinctively licked my shrunken cock.
...With Jo Eun here for the week, no worries ahead.
“Good work during wrap-up camp. Now, we'll wrap with three days of intra-squad scrimmages.”
“Yes!”
Intra-squad scrimmages... Come to think of it, it's been ages since a real game-like matchup.
“Listen up for teams. Pitchers max 30 pitches, hitters max two at-bats—no complaints, got it?”
“Got it!”
Two at-bats... Not bad for shaking off rust. Plus, curious how minor leaguers stack up against high schoolers.
“......... Ji Maeng-ho, Blue Team second baseman. ........”
Director Lee Soo-hyun called all names, then added:
“Final day's scrimmage streams on the team's YouTube—show your best for the fans. Questions?”
““None!””
“Gear up and assemble in an hour.”
““Yes!””
As we headed to the dorms for gear, Woo Gwan-hyung approached. Why's this guy coming over?
Baldy's your roommate. He's just tagging along.
I know. Still annoying.
Woo Gwan-hyung's a good guy. Solid senior, good player, gives advice. But so damn clingy!
“Maeng-ho. Hey, how's your gear situation?”
“Gear? I buy it. Some sponsors offered, but my agent nixed 'em.”
Attorney Jeong from SY Agency handles taxes, sponsors, all money stuff. Heard they cut low-tier gear sponsors before.
“Dude, even first-round picks go broke buying everything. I got spares in my room—grab some for practice.”
“...Got it.”
His most annoying trait? He's too nice to snap at. Can't just butt heads.
“What gram bat?”
“880 grams.”
“Yeah? Got a few 880s, but balance might be off. Try 'em and lemme know. I'll ask the company for more.”
“Thanks...”
Definitely not my type. Good intentions clash with me. Too much time with Hornsby?
What bullshit. Who else has my class?
Sure, whatever.
Ugh, just start the games already... But even during, he stuck by me.
“Alright, Maeng-ho's fast on his feet, so bat second. Kwang-hyung third next. Lineup good like this?”