Chapter 68
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Mad Christmas (1)
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The nation's peak sex season. Christmas. Stats say September's the month with the highest birthrate in Korea. Count back ten months from there, and you land on a special month. December. Especially right around Christmas—that's when a ton of babies get made.
And Christmas was right around the corner. My first one as an adult. I didn't want to let it pass meaninglessly. Last Christmas, I'd been holed up in the dorm, stressing over career choices and dealing with that annoying fly buzzing around my nerves.
'Fly? You talking about me, you yellow monkey fuck?'
'Ahem. Anyway, no.'
...Sharp as ever. Whatever. Point was, I wanted this Christmas to mean something. And right after, we'd be heading into winter training camp, so I needed to drain the tank plenty beforehand.
'Go fuck someone there, dumbass.'
'Woo-gwan hyung's coming with. How the hell am I supposed to hook up? That guy's obsessed with baseball. No time for that shit. Gotta get it out of my system now.'
'Fair point. With his personality, he wouldn't let that slide anyway.'
I pulled out my phone and dialed Hye-jin noona.
"Hye-jin noona? You free on Christmas?"
-"I've got time, sure... But noona's basically full-term now. Baby's coming any day. Sex might be a no-go. If that's fine, no problem. Maeng-ho, you're young. You should go out, get laid, have fun."
Ugh, even knocked up like that, she's thinking of me. Hye-jin noona's heart was as big as ever—moved me. But is, and sex is sex. I hung up and called Hyun-ah next.
"Yo, what you doing for Christmas?"
-"You nuts? I'm mid-season. Our team's got iron discipline—rookies can't go out during the season. Fuck. I'm losing my mind. Save me. Fuck!"
Hyun-ah, who'd gone pro and been playing games since November, shot me down flat. We'd barely seen each other since she signed; thought maybe this time... Nope.
Her voice sounded desperate for it. But trapping a pro athlete on Christmas? Brutal.
For the record, she got drafted to a Seoul team. Some subsidiary of the AT Group, from what I heard. Not that it mattered.
"What about Jo-eun then..."
-"Maeng-ho-ssi, sorry. Parents want me home for Christmas. Really sorry. I want to see you too... Sorry..."
"Nah, no worries. Family first."
Fuck, three strikes in a row. But one more left.
"So-young...?"
-"Maeng-ho, sorry. End of year, family stuff piles up... You know our place is different. Grandpa insists we spend holidays together. Family tradition. Sorry... I want to see you too..."
Expected that. She'd hinted at it last time we met. That's why I saved her for last... Fuck, now what? Then my phone rang again.
No way? Changed her mind?
-"Whoa, picked up quick today?"
"You fuck! Stop calling."
-"Aw, you grabbed it right away—been waiting? Admit it, you like it."
"Bullshit."
It was Im Jun-hoo. Fuck.
-"Hyung, you're all over the news lately. You blow your signing bonus already? Talking national team reps and shit."
"What bullshit. Who'd pick a rookie like me for the national team this year? Cut the crap, get to the point. If that's why you called, I'm hanging up and blocking."
-"Chill, just breaking the ice. Was gonna ask what you're doing for Christmas."
Fuck, stabbing right where it hurts.
"Nothing. Asshole."
-"What, acting like you own all the girls in the world, but no one for Christmas?"
"Yeah, fucker."
Getting fact-checked by another dude stung.
-"Ease up on the swears. Got a killer idea to save your lonely ass. Wanna hear?"
What?
-"Got a high school sunbae playing for Hancheol now. Kim Dong-jin—ring a bell?"
"Nah, why would I?"
-"Tsk, he's your age, basically same class. Youth rep team alum. Rookie of the Year this season, stole the most bases too."
That jogged something. Main center fielder on the youth national team I'd tagged along with as batting practice pitcher. Once it clicked, memories flooded back.
We'd chatted—said my pitches were hitter-friendly, talked pros. Seemed decent enough? ...Probably. Can't judge a guy from a few weeks.
But Rookie of the Year and stolen base king? Guy seemed a tier below me, and now my stomach hurt.
"Tall, skinny dude?"
-"Bingo. That handsome hyung. Anyway, he said come to this great spot on Christmas. You know, I've got a little pull too."
Im Jun-hoo. Kid had some game, yeah. Not like mine, but solid pitcher build.
-"He said bring another handsome guy. Thought of you instantly. Nailed it, right?"
"So where we going?"
-"Club. What, never been?"
"......"
Truth? Never. No need.
-"No shit! Bragging about girls while you're a club virgin. Wasted looks. Eve night, let's go wild. Oh, and if you show up in that camp gear, I'll kill you. Cool?"
Wait, wasn't this kid underage? How's he hitting clubs?
"Yo, aren't you a minor?"
-"Sunbae's a regular, hooks us up. Been a few times."
"Real role model. Fucker. Athletes train, not party."
-"Pfft, not even old enough to nag. Can fuck around a bit, right?"
...Couldn't argue. I'd been slinging it left and right.
"Fine. Eve? Cool."
-"Yeah. Don't spend Christmas Eve jerking off like a loser. See ya."
He hung up. Eve was day after tomorrow—might need new threads?
*
"Whoa, fuck. Told you I'd kill you, and you roll up in designer shit? How much that set you back? Looks brand new."
"Yo, hyung's got 500 mil signing bonus. Pocket change."
"Face helps—clothes pop on you."
"Just the face? Model physique too."
"Ugh, obnoxious. Gotta stick away from you inside."
"When's he getting here? Kim Dong-jin."
"Soon."
Bastard's hopeless—Kim Dong-jin strolled up from afar. Gangnam crowds, but athlete vibe made him stand out.
"Jun-hoo! Wait long? Oh, Maeng-ho, sup!"
"Hyung, you're here? You two know each other?"
"Saw him on youth team. Pitching practice then—shocked hearing he balled out this year."
"Yeah, been a minute."
"Thought you were hot shit back then, but damn, leveled up. Baseball plastic surgery's the best. Anyway, let's rage tonight. Spring camp soon. Oh, right—your squad take you to winter training?"
"Me? Woo-gwan hyung invited."
"Mine's Jun-hyung hyung."
"Woo-gwan sunbae? Fuck, jealous. Who's Jun-hyung? Park Jun-hyung?"
"Yeah."
"Room's booked—let's go nuts. Big names hit this spot."
We shot the breeze on baseball and followed Kim Dong-jin into the club. Worried about Jun-hoo's age, but regular perks—no ID check.
"Pro sunbae tonight, so I'm buying? Maeng-ho, cool? I called the shots."
"Sure."
Free booze? No brainer. Room had premium bottles waiting—reserved fancy.
"Shot first."
Our financier Dong-jin toasted; we cracked a bottle, wet our whistles.
'Kuh, booze hits right like this.'
Rogers seemed pleased too.
"Hyung, no girls called?"
"Christmas, man—fresh encounters. Scared?"
"Me? Nah. But Maeng-ho hyung worries me. You got experience, right?"
Jun-hoo eyed me concerned. ...Pissed me off. Fuck, couldn't prove it.
"Yo, my tally of pussy juice? Fill a lake."
"Bullshit... Anyway, fan out and hunt?"
"MDs hook us up?"
"MD?"
"Club staff. First time for real? Criminal waste of face. Pro life, we'll club-hop."
Bit embarrassing. But hey, not everyone's a clubber. Had options elsewhere.
"Natural game tonight. Christmas Eve—make magic."
"Cool."
They bounced, leaving me. Thump-thump, bass rattled the room walls.
'Rogers, advice?'
'Chicks here dressed like whores. Just grind 'em.'
'Pfft.'
Ignored his trash tip, downed a shot, headed out. EDM assaulted my ears.
Fucking loud. No clue why people love this. Outfits eye candy, sure. Lurked the edges, hit the dance floor. Packed for Eve—strangers grinding every step.
'Fuck this.'
Buzzed, grabbed a girl's hips rubbing me, ground back.
"Who...?"
"......"
"Hey!"
Fuck, dud. Dropped hips, scanned for cuties. Her voice faded into the noise. By song's end, spotted my type.
'Oh, fine.'
Solo? Slid behind, hand on waist. Club pro?—she kept dancing. Bold, half-hard cock on her lower back like Rogers said.
No turn?
"Hey!"
"Yes?!"
Finally glanced back. My height towered; she startled.
"How many of you?!"
"Friends! Just dancing!"
"How many?!"
"Three!"
Shit.
"Eve night?!"
"Yes!"
"Table?!"
"No!"
"Call 'em! Room upstairs—drinks!"
"What?!"
Playing hard.
"One! Drink! Together!"
"Ah! Don't usually follow, but lemme check with friends!"
She texted fast. I shot "got 'em" to the group chat, ground to the beat meanwhile. No push-off—green light.
"Ready?!"
"Yes!"
One song grind later, back to Dong-jin's room—they waited.
"I'll wait outside for friends."
"Cool."
She stepped out; I flashed victory grins.
"Scored? Fast as fuck."
"Maeng-ho hyung kills it. Face pulls 'em."
"Fucker, your ada stink repels 'em."
"Not true! Ugh!"
Hit a nerve? Club vet like him, still ada?
Chatting, her crew arrived—late, scoped the room first. Clique matched her level—solid.
"Me center."
"Fine. I take left."
Conscience kicked in—hottest mine. Girls eyed me anyway. Lies mixed with small talk, booze loosened things up.
"Hngh."
Peeked—Dong-jin groping tits under shirt. Timed it, slipped into Ji-yeon's top—self-intro name.
"Ahng."
No protest. Glanced—Jun-hoo still sipping, no moves.
"Ugh, buzzed. BR quick. Keep partying. Order more if low."
Dong-jin faked drunk, bailed—with partner. Enjoy, prick.
'Jun-hoo still fumbling.'
Helped out: "Yo, Jun-hoo. King's game app or something?"
"Got one."
Caught on quick, whipped out phone.
'Thanks, bro!'
'Team spirit, fucker.'
Eye-contact sealed, four of us dove in.
"1 and 4, kiss!"
Me 1, his partner 4. Sorry, kid. Game's game. Kissed—booze 'n smokes stench. My nose numb anyway, tongued through.
Drinking games heated; Dong-jin ghosted. Bailed early.
"Move spots? Deeper talk. Too loud."
Bottles emptying; I probed.
"Eve—rooms open?"
"Booked one. But solo..."
Ada why book? Pitcher prep?
"One's fine. More drinks."
Grabbed remnants, stood—they followed.
*
"Whoa, room's huge?"
"Good pick?"
"Jun-hoo, you got game?"
Partner praise—his grin split ear-to-ear. Face flushed boozed-up.
"Drinks? Sobered outside."
"Yeah! More!"
One bottle, two. Brought booze gone, bought more near empty.
"Maeng-ho, kiss."
Slurp. Kissed, tweaked her perky nips. Name? ONS—who cares. B-cups?
"Hnnngh!"
Moans next door. Ada sets the table, instincts kick. Enjoyed sounds, stripped nameless girl.
"Haang!"
Nip bite—moan. Slid hand in panties: pubes, wetness. Soaked already?
Yanking panties, unleashed raging cock.
"Wow... huge."
Gasp! Love that. First-timers react same—always hits.
"Suck."
Slurp, slurp. Tongue felt good. Skill beat Jo-eun or So-young, but mine better from favorites.
"Condom?"
Random chick—wrap it.
Pro move, she rolled it on. Felt it, peeked next door.
Jun-hoo post-foreplay, naked grind. Bare cock missed pussy, slid belly. Then...
"What? Done?"
"S-sorry. Too drunk? Not usually."
Pre-mature. Ada curse. Felt his partner eye my monster. Locked eyes.
"Whoa... Korean?"
"Shortchanged? Join..."
"Maybe? Yo, till he recovers?"
Bold fit her vibe.
"Uh, yeah."
Jun-hoo mumbled. Tough break, kid.
"I'm game."
No reason to say no.