Chapter 82

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 81

Chapter Title: Is It Really Okay to Air This Interview? (2)

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[Ah...]

[Well, it's all in the past now.]

[I see.]

[That accident cost me a few years, but in the end, it made me train even harder, and that's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠how I ended up here.]

[Oh, so that's why there's no record until your second year?]

[Yes. But Coach Lee Ki-cheol saw my potential and made me a starter from my third year. It was a bit late, but... Oh, Coach! Congrats on the baby! I'll swing by to see it soon!]

[Oh, Lee Ki-cheol, the battery coach for the AT Thunderbirds now, right? You two seem pretty close.]

[Yeah, he's like a mentor. When I was down in the dumps, even though he was just the batting practice pitcher, he got me on the youth national team and motivated me. I owe him a lot.]

[Hmm. Shall we talk a bit more about your high school days? From the interviews with your rookie teammates who just signed and the scouts, fans know you as a player with killer instincts.]

[Do they?]

[Yes. Ever heard of the 'Devil's Eyes'?]

['Devil's Eyes'? Some middle school edgelord come up with that? I can just read the pitchers.]

[Haha. It's our broadcaster Kim Hyung-gi's term... He said you're like a demon in high school baseball.]

[Tch. Demon? That's hilarious. I'm the nicest guy around. Anyway, sure, it's kinda like that.]

[Nice? This guy's totally...]

[Hey, am I doing an interview here or are you?]

[Haha, you two really are close. Ha, ha. Next question. You subbed in during national team scrimmages and even hit homers. How'd it feel crushing pros like that?]

[Eh, no big deal. Just scrimmages. Spring season, pitchers weren't at full strength. They just sailed out.]

[...Wow! That's some confidence.]

[Plus, the seniors went easy. Throw it for real next time. Felt like practice wasn't serious.]

[Yes. Oh, right. Um... Yeah. Anyway, hitting a homer off your own AT Thunderbirds and doing that ceremony blew up. Pointing your bat at the pitcher like sniping him—what's that about?]

[Oh, that? The pitcher's Jun-hu. We're both Blue Dragons? Phoenix? Uh... President's Cup! Yeah, President's Cup. I couldn't homer then. We met pre-game, he said he'd shut me down again. I got on base like three times that game. Anyway, he provoked first, so I prepped a ceremony.]

[Oh. Let's see Ji Maeng-ho's viral ceremony.]

The clip shows Ji Maeng-ho after the homer, aiming his bat at pitcher Im Jun-hu like a sniper.

[Oh, what'd Im Jun-hu say?]

[Said he'd headshot me next time. Like that'll happen. Teammates now.]

[Got it. How about Park Cheol-young? You're competing for second base.]

[Defense-wise, Cheol-young hyung's better. But hitting? I'm superior, right? He'd admit it. What can you do? It's me. If I hadn't repeated, I'd be national team second baseman this year. I get picking Cheol-young hyung as starter. Risky starting a rookie with no pro games.]

[Oh. Real confidence there, Ji Maeng-ho.]

[Pros need this much.]

[Finally, your aspirations for the national team?]

[Win would be nice, but baseball isn't a one-man show. Seniors, step it up.]

[Whoa... Last one for real. A word to fans watching, the nation, or whoever?]

[Uh... Ki Sang-ju hyung. Enough nagging. My ears are bleeding.]

[Ah... Ki Sang-ju... Yes. That's our national team's maknaes, Jang Woo-ju and Ji Maeng-ho. Baseball fans, cheer for the national team!]

"Hahaha. This guy's a total psycho."

"What? What're you watching that's so funny?"

I stepped out of the shower, and Choi Hyun-ah—who'd finished before me—was lying naked on the bed, giggling her ass off at something.

"Watching your interview. Damn, you really said all this? No script?"

"Interview? Already out? Did it yesterday, fast turnaround."

"Knew you were crazy, but wow. And why'd you pop a boner mid-interview?"

"Thinking about fucking. What else?"

"So you fucked yesterday?"

"Blew a huge load."

We did fuck. Met Jo-eun right after, banged So-young at night. Now Hyun-ah, then Hye-jin noona for dinner.

'Even I think I'm busy as hell.'

No time for chit-chat anyway.

"Hng, so that's why your balls are so empty?"

Her cool hand stroked my balls. Yeah, she was pent up too.

"Harsh. I waited for you."

"Go find another guy."

"What?! I'm not a slut like that."

"We're just fuckbuddies. Date whoever you like."

"St-still. I'm not the type to fuck you and see ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠others... Y-yeah! You're the slut. How many others?"

"Uh... four?"

"You're such a slut."

"Just your loose pussy?"

"L-loose pussy? Crazy?"

"Nah?"

"Obviously not!"

"Let's check."

I slid my hand to her pussy. Soaked, as expected.

"Hng, hngh."

"What's this wetness? Still not loose?"

"J-just showered! And wetness ain't loose! No pussy grips like mine... Ngh."

She turned away, embarrassed. Cute.

"What? Say it again."

"Sh-shut up! Hngh."

She had reason to brag. Her pussy clenched my fingers tight.

"Weird. You're tall, how's your pussy so tight?"

"Hah, obvious? Athlete!"

"Train pussy muscles too?"

"Wh-why ask that?!"

"Curious."

"...Kegels a bit."

That's for ass clenching? Anyway, fingering loosened her up slowly.

"Damn. Leaking like this, how'd you hold out?"

"...Masturbated steady."

"Yeah, couldn't quit. Jerking at school."

"Th-that story...!"

Crazy now I think. If not a perv, I'd be jailed? Lucky she's into outdoor fucks.

"Sucks. Wanna do it outside with you."

"Th-then go."

"Now? Nah. Bust one first."

Fucked plenty yesterday, but still horny. Showered, too lazy to go out.

"Suck me then?"

"...Yeah."

I lay on the bed; she shoved her pussy in my face, sucked my cock.

Slurp, slurrrp. Mutual oral for minutes. She heated first.

"Hngh, ready to start?"

"Told ya, loose pussy. Heated already?"

"N-not that!"

"If you want it that bad."

Stopped eating her out, sat up.

"Wh-what?"

"New position."

Grabbed her thigh, stood her up. She looked panicked, propped on hands, floating mid-air.

"Look at it quiver."

"Haaah!"

Thrust hard standing; she moaned loud.

"Move while fucking?"

"H-how?"

"Step, I thrust once per step."

"J-just fuck normal? Haaang!"

Smack! Spanked her cheeky ass hard; she reluctantly crawled off bed using hands. Good athlete.

"Go! Hyah!"

"Cr-crazy bastard! Haaah!"

She hand-walked; I thrust per move as promised.

"Hngh!"

"Feels good? Pussy too loose though? Arms only? Clench pussy muscles."

"Sh-shut up! I'm tr- hngh, ying."

Rebellious is cute. Tits bouncing, chasing my thrusts.

"Grip tight! G-gonna fall!"

Let one hand go; she calf-locked me scared. Ungh, athlete thighs crush.

Thighs tensed, pussy clenched harder.

"Wh-what?"

"Core strength nuts! Athlete perk?"

"H-hold me!"

Smack!

"Ahng!"

Smack!

"Ahng!"

Drummed her ass like monkey toy; pussy spasmed, gripped cock.

'Fuck, best fuckbuddy. Fucks and workouts. Top 5 lover worldwide.'

Minutes walking-thrusting, urge built. Stopped her. Can't cum before loose pussy. No way.

"Hey, twerk ass like this?"

"Ugh, h-how?!"

"Try. Won't know till you do. Gonna be world champ quitting easy?"

"Y-you psycho!"

She hand-propped, started hip-shaking.

"Again! Off beat!"

Smack, smack! Great drummer now. Her ass synced to my cock. Smack, smack, squelch, squelch. Hi-hat, snare body symphony. Her rhythm peaked.

"See? You can."

"Real, fu- hngh, bastard!"

No steps, but fine. Held her legs when shaky, enjoyed her mating dance.

"Hngh, hngh! Hngh!"

"Good girl."

She tech-shook ass, feeling every inch. Pleasure surged matching her.

"L-let me cum now!"

"Can't solo? Loose pussy."

"Sh-shut up! Hurry!"

She begged; steered to sofa. She grabbed, climbed.

"Haaang!"

Tits squished sofa; I slammed as desired. Tip hit depths; moans intensified.

"Hngh, hngh, m-me, w-waist, waist breaking! Ahng."

Ass up hurt waist? Mid-season, gotta be gentle.

Laid her flat on sofa, set proper position.