Chapter 85
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: Toes That Resemble Each Other (3)
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“Noona.”
“Yeah?”
“How about sitting here and letting me have some milk?”
“Where?”
Noona, who was breastfeeding, turned to look at me. Her eyes went wide when she spotted my rock-hard cock.
“I’m feeding the baby right now…”
“That’s why there’s something we can only do like this.”
Hyejin noona tilted her head at my words and came closer. Her pussy hovered right above my throbbing dick.
“Hngh!”
It was a woman-on-top position. I could see Hyejin noona sitting on my cock, and the baby she held in her arms.
“Noona!”
I called out to her and thrust my hips up once. A moan escaped her lips.
“Ahngh!”
Slurp, slurp. The sound of suckling filled the air. My son sucking on his mom’s breast sounded so lewd.
This… is a 3P with son, dad, and mom!
You… crazy bastard!
Ignoring Rogers’ shock, I caressed the breast the baby wasn’t sucking and thrust my hips again. Hyejin noona’s pussy clenched around my cock even tighter.
“Noona! With your son sucking your tit, are you feeling it?”
“Ahngh, this is, well…”
Rarely, Hyejin noona’s face flushed red. It seemed the pleasure from her nipple being sucked was getting to her too.
“You’re such a total pervert slut.”
“Hngh.”
I sat up and took her other breast in my mouth. Milk squirted out with a spurt.
Is Hojin eating something like this too?
I paused thrusting to suckle, and this time Hyejin noona started grinding her hips while sitting on me.
“Hngh.”
“Ah! Maeng-ho!”
As I enjoyed her technique and suckled her breast, a question naturally popped into my head. To resolve it, I stopped my tongue for a moment.
“Ha! Harder! Bite it!”
“Noona! Do you like it when Hojin sucks, or when I do?”
“Hngh! Of course, it’s, Maeng-ho, who feels better!”
“Liar. I wasn’t sucking just now?”
“Ungh?”
“You’re getting off on your son sucking your tit? You’re such a failure of a mom.”
As I finished speaking, I slammed my hips up hard. Hyejin noona’s eyes rolled back as a huge moan burst out.
“Hooo!”
“Apologize to Hojin for being a pervert mom while you shake!”
“Ungh, ha! Hojin! Mommy’s! Sorryyy! Mommy is! A pervert mommy who gets off on her son sucking her tittt!”
Saying that, perhaps out of shame, her pussy tightened even more deliciously.
“A pervert mom like that deserves punishment, right?”
“Yesss! Punish this pervert mommy who cums in front of her sonnn!”
I lay back down and grabbed her hips with my hands. Thrusting up, I stabbed deep into her womb.
“Haaangh!”
Even as my cock pounded into her, Hyejin noona skillfully held the baby steady without shaking him. Was this maternal love? The baby suckled peacefully under that protection, oblivious to the fact that his meal was giving his mom immense pleasure.
“Hojin would be happy knowing Mommy’s pleased too!”
“Haa, Maeng-ho! Ahngh!”
The baby seemed to bite her nipple, making her flinch. After watching his mouth a few times, I started to see the pattern.
“Hojin! Let’s make Mommy happy together!”
Chomp, slurp. As if understanding me, the baby suckled. Was this the bond between father and son? When he did, I thrust hard, and milk squirted from her other nipple, splashing my face.
“Ahh.”
I opened my mouth and moved my head, catching the spraying milk. Mmm. Tasty as ever.
“Hooo!”
Feeding both daddy and baby at the same time. If there was a ‘Mother of the Year’ award, Hyejin noona would win it for sure.
And Hojin wasn’t slacking either, biting down hard on her nipple like he was gunning for ‘Son of the Year.’ Pleasing his mom was a son’s duty, and he was fulfilling it perfectly.
I couldn’t lose either. As her husband, I adjusted angles to plunge my cock in ways that’d make my wife happy.
“Hngh, hngh. Hiii!”
After a few more thrusts, pussy juice gushed from her depths as her whole body trembled. Her eyes were already rolled back. The baby kept suckling away, unaware his mom had climaxed.
What a sight.
Seeing fluids spraying from her pussy and breasts, I was close too. A little more hip movement, and the signal came.
“Hnnngh.”
Hyejin noona was still out of it, but her arms held the baby tight.
Maternal love really is beautiful…
Admiring that beauty, I unleashed what might become Hojin’s sibling deep inside her pussy.
*
“This punk’s all spaced out again?”
“Ah… hyung-nim. Did you enjoy your break?”
The first person I saw upon returning to the national team was Kang Han-beom.
Damn, he got here quick. I came early as the maknae, but what’s ‘spaced out’ mean?
“Break my ass. Two days off.”
“…True.”
Kang Han-beom was right; two days was way too short. I couldn’t even properly enjoy it. Fuck. At least one girl a day to make it worth it.
But he looks more tired than me?
What can I do? With all those girls living just for me, a man’s gotta satisfy them.
I’d held back too long, so the intense sex made me tired, naturally. Rogers, who just enjoyed it vicariously, had it easy.
Easy my ass. Even sharing senses can’t beat the real thrust pleasure!
Hey, even dead you get to enjoy? That’s too much. Be grateful.
You monkey bastard!
“Why you spacing out again? You’re really out of it.”
“Hyung-nim, sorry, but what does ‘spaced out’ mean?”
“Don’t know ‘spaced out’? Total airhead punk.”
Airhead was what Sung-tae hyung said a lot… but spaced out?
“Means dumbass. Staring all blank since morning—that’s spaced out, duh?”
“Ah… got it.”
Heh heh, he clocked you as dumb too. No one misses that.
Rogers must have it nice being smart.
As we walked to the room with Kang Han-beom, a familiar face appeared.
“Hello, hyung-nim!”
“Hi my ass. Maeng-ho, I’m disappointed.”
It was Gi Sang-ju. Why was this guy suddenly disappointed?
“What’s up all of a sudden?”
“Sudden? This punk. After I gave you advice, you badmouth me publicly in an interview? And ‘stepping up’? Wow, you’ve grown, Ji Maeng-ho.”
Ah… that! He already saw it? Shit.
“Come on, badmouth? I was just whining. And it was scripted, scripted.”
“Scripted, right? Almost got hurt there. That advice turns into blood and flesh—real gold. Maeng-ho, you might not get it, but experience is key in baseball. My MLB experience? They couldn’t buy it for 100k an hour. Han-beom hyung, right?”
Kang Han-beom shook his head like he was done.
“Damn, starting again. That’s why the kid dissed you in the interview? What interview anyway?”
“Ah… haven’t seen it myself.”
“Hyung, search YouTube for Jang Woo-joo Ji Maeng-ho interview.”
“Really? I’ll check later.”
“Anyway, Maeng-ho, let’s go.”
“Huh? Same room as you again, hyung-nim?”
Fuck! Doesn’t this guy have eyes? He saw the interview, so why…?
Kang Han-beom went into the room first. As I headed there with Gi Sang-ju, an unwelcome face appeared.
“Jin-mo hyung. You’re here?”
“Hello, hyung-nim.”
“…Yeah. Ji Maeng-ho.”
“Yes?”
“…Never mind.”
Koo Jin-mo posed like he’d say something, then shook his head and walked off. What? Why’s he acting all high and mighty?
Heh, he sniffed out you’re not normal.
What? I’m the most normal guy around.
He knows messing with you ain’t worth it. Your thinking’s not like regular folks.
But too late to regret now?
Koo Jin-mo, you’re screwed come season. Whether I spike you on a kick or snipe you on base—revenge is coming.
“What’s so funny, grinning like that?”
“Nothing.”
“Anyway, you know the MLB guys are coming today? Good pitchers like Sung-hyun hyung or Woo-sung, but especially Joo-tae—he’s an infielder like you, so learn a lot. Not ‘cause he’s my friend, but he’s legit skilled.”
Choi Joo-tae! Korea’s top player right now, starting shortstop for the LA Angels.
Choi Joo-tae had won six straight Golden Gloves at shortstop from 2013 to 2018, dominating Korea and holding down the MLB starter spot. He’d maintained a .300 average over four seasons there too.
He was one of my idols as a kid, and since we’re both with SY Agency, I knew him well. I’d even asked agent Jung a lot about him.
All you asked was his salary, right?
That’s the most important part. Don’t you wonder how much a guy dominating Korea like that pulls in?
Who’s Choi Joo-tae anyway? Just another monkey.
You don’t know Choi Joo-tae? He’s pretty handsome, popular too… Ah…!
Thinking of Choi Joo-tae brought up a question. How’s he friends with Gi Sang-ju?
“But you’re friends with Choi Joo-tae? You look older, hyung-nim.”
“Hey! I ain’t that old-looking! He’s just baby-faced.”
Hmm… Hard to buy, but if he says so…
“Sure, whatever you say.”
“Look at that reaction.”
Smack!
“Ow!”
Why’s his hand so heavy? Felt like my back exploded.
“Hyung-nim! I’m reporting this as assault on a junior!”
“Go ahead, punk. Let’s see if you can report after I beat your ass today.”
Gi Sang-ju raised his hand again. Sensing mortal danger, I bolted to the room and locked the door.
Bang bang bang!
“Hey! Open up!”
“How can I when you’re like that, hyung?”
“Open or you’re dead!”
“You say that, so how?!”
Whew. Catching my breath, I heard the door rattle. No way…?
“You’re dead.”
Gi Sang-ju stood there with the master key, face like a demon. Fuck.
Rogers, help!
……
Rogers had vanished somewhere. Until the players’ meeting that day, Gi Sang-ju personally hammered me with fungo hits like crazy. Fuck!
Choi Joo-tae, right-handed batter and thrower, Shortstop, LAA
