Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Park Hye-jin (4)
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Clap!
The rough skin on my hands, calloused from batting, smacked against her soft flesh, creating a cheerful ripple and a sharp sound.
"Eung~!"
And out came Hye-jin noona's moan. After giving her ass—one more swat as she stayed on all fours like a dog—I brought my fingers to her precious spot. As I slipped them inside, her pussy lips wrapped snugly around my finger.
"It's all wet in here?"
"Stop saying embarrassing stuff and hurry up...!"
I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine how flushed she already was. Just like she wanted, I stirred up her drenched insides. She'd been subtly pressuring me at first to do better, but now she seemed pretty satisfied.
"Ahng. Eugh!"
Squelch, squelch. A few minutes of fingering her to the tune of her moans, and finally she gave the signal.
"Maeng-ho! The big one, gimme the bigger one."
"What's the bigger one?"
"Why are you like this? You know."
"Nah, I don't. Say it exactly."
"Your dick! God, you always tease your noona!"
Only after hearing what I wanted did I line up my cock with her loosened hole. Without a word, I thrust in hard. She was already so wet that she took me easily.
"Ngh!"
A weird noise escaped her lips, but her pussy clenched down on my cock like it was ready to do its job.
"How do you just slam it in like that?!"
"C'mon, noona, you like it like this."
Embarrassed about her strange moan, Hye-jin noona blamed me, but I ignored it and started rocking my hips. With my free hand, I kneaded her breast. Gripping those overflowing tits tight, I picked up the pace.
Slap, slap. Her aggressive ass met my thighs, filling the air with lewd sounds.
"Ahng! Ahng! Heut!"
I held back the rising urge to cum and smacked her ass hard. She turned to look at me and spoke.
"Switching already?"
"Been building up a lot lately..."
"Yeah? What position do you want?"
"What position do you like, noona?"
"Hng. Lie down."
At her words, I lay where she'd just been on all fours. She climbed on top, aligning herself with my rock-hard dick. I grabbed her waist—soft with a bit of padding—and helped guide her down.
"Eugh."
As half my cock slid in, she adjusted her knees for height and started shaking her hips. The rhythm made her breasts sway, and her expression—like she was about to break—started visually stimulating me.
Every time she moved, it felt like my tip was poking her womb, sending even stronger jolts through me.
"Ahng! Eugh! If you're... gonna cum... tell me!"
She said that and focused all her attention below. I matched her rhythm, thrusting my hips up to sync with her.
"Haaat!"
Watching her contort in pleasure, I let loose my climax. As I came, she collapsed forward onto me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I felt her stiff nipples. Holding her as she fell, I savored the afterglow for a moment.
"Haa, haa. Wanna go again?"
What to do? Go again? But if I did it here one more time, I'd be late for night training... After some thought, I decided to call it quits for today.
"Yeah? Well, can't be helped. You gotta head to training."
"I'll come whenever I have time."
"You say that, but you didn't show up last week."
"Had games, got busy..."
"Still, you've been showing up to games more lately?"
Saying that, she got up, peeled off my condom, and tied it off. Her touch made my softening cock twitch like it might harden again, but right after cumming, it didn't quite get there.
"Yeah. Practicing hard and all."
"Ooh~ So that's why you're out in the evenings? To see your noona?"
"Gotta come see you, right?"
If I hadn't known the taste of sex until now, maybe I wouldn't come. But once you know, not coming would be weird. It'd been a month since we started hooking up. At least twice a week, up to five if I could swing it—I made time to visit her like this. The coach was at school during these hours, so it was safe.
"Kinda disappointing. Next time, should I come to your school?"
"Huh? That might be kinda risky, no?"
I said that, but my mind was already scouting spots at school.
Dorm? Too dangerous. Bathroom? Sketchy too. Storage shed... maybe okay. Or wait, dorms might be safest? Empty during training hours.
"Doing it in the room every time gets boring, right? Gotta try open spaces too."
"Still risky, though?"
"Leave it to your noona. I know a good spot."
Right. This woman's done this more than once or twice.
"So, school next time?"
"Look forward to it. Heh."
She grinned playfully and approached my cock.
"No time to wash up, so noona'll clean you."
She got on all fours like a cat and took my dick in her mouth, licking it carefully. Her perky ass and the warm tongue wrapping around my shaft made blood rush back down there.
Slurp, slurp. Every time her tongue traced from the tip to the base, I felt the urge to go all the way again, but I held back and pushed her away. She looked like a rain-soaked kitten, all pitiful, but no helping it today.
To be the best baseball player, self-control matters. Can't skip night training.
"I really gotta go today."
"Hiiing."
Acting all cutesy despite her age, but her youthful face made it convincing. Still, no means no. I shook her off and headed out.
'Hmm. She's prime pussy, but eating the same dish every day gets old.'
'How'd you hold out before?'
'Couldn't, that's why I was bitching at you all the time.'
'...Fair.'
As I stepped outside, Rogers Hornsby—who'd been quiet—spoke up. I'd cut off sense-sharing mid-sex because he was backseat-driving too much, so he usually stayed silent during and chatted after.
'No other chicks?'
'Dunno. Would be nice, but gotta focus on baseball too.'
Like he said, sticking to just her was getting stale, and sometimes resentment killed my boner. I wasn't thrilled. At first I went often since it was great, but lately my stats were up, so I wanted to concentrate on ball.
'What's the worry? You're killing it in games, stats are fire.'
Just like he said, my weekend league stats were solid. Over the last three weeks, five games: 22 at-bats, 14 hits, 3 homers, 10 RBIs. High school level was a breeze.
Of course, with his help.
So the coach saw me as full starter now, and the team's looks had changed.
'Don't get complacent now, even if you're low-IQ homo sapien. You know that much.'
'Obviously.'
This week ends weekend league, then Golden Lion Tournament kings battle starts. Thanks to me, team's undefeated, so prep time. Tournaments matter for draft noms.
'Yeah. Slack off here and you might end up fucking just her forever. Remember that.'
Thought he was worried for once, but nah, just scared he won't get more tail through me. I shook my head and ran to school.
*
"Going out every evening lately? Eating something good out there?"
Entering through the back gate, an unexpected person was waiting.
"What are you doing here?"
"Ha... You're always dodging me, so I'm waiting here, duh?"
It was Hyun-ah. She snapped at me in her usual sassy tone. Looked like she'd been waiting a while?
Like she said, dodging her since the scrimmage made me feel guilty.
"Not dodging, just busy with practice and league."
I said that and tried to slip away. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist.
"Wait! Dodging again? Talk to me? Feels shitty when you avoid me so obviously."
Her eyes narrowed, creating an vibe I couldn't refuse.
"Huh? Gotta get to practice..."
I tried to refuse, but she cut me off.
"Won't take long. Make time."
She dragged me behind the school by the wrist. Looking around to confirm no one, she took a breath and spoke.
"You..."
Hyun-ah started to say something, sighed, and looked at me.
"Me...?"
"...You. What'd you mean back then?"
"...Back then?"
Back then... Last time I talked to her was scrimmage...
"Yeah. You told me not to go around saying that at school."
"Didn't mean anything by it."
"Really? Then why avoid me? That's not like you."
True. I'd even wanted to talk more before.
"Lately, I'm starting as regular. Training more, that's all."
"Haa. Gonna keep lying? Ridiculous. You think I'm a pushover?"
She glared again. Before, I'd apologize and back down, but now I was annoyed too.
"So what's that got to do with you?"
Something past-me—who got heart flutters just seeing her—would never say.
"What...? This guy! I talked to you out of pity, and you're climbing all over me?"
She raised her voice, pissed at my words.
"Busy guy here, what's this about?"
But I didn't back down. Loving her was past-me. That pathetic past was buried.
"Even trying to be nice. Hey, Ji Maeng-ho. Stealing spots from younger guys by age, acting like you own the world? With that skill, think you'll make college? Quit wasting money on sports and find a real path now?"
"......"
Was she always like this...? Her baseless insults were laughable. Thinking back, yeah, kinda. Always cold to me. Didn't hurt much, though. Maybe from Hornsby's daily shit?
'Oho! This one's got conquest potential. That auntie's too easy, no fun.'
'Shut up.'
"Hey. I'm doing great lately. Don't talk shit when you don't know."
"Great my ass. If you were, you'd be starter since freshman year. Think I haven't seen punks like you?"
"Haa. Fine. What's your point?"
"Hey. Think we'll even talk once we're out in the world? Even nice words come out rude from you."
Seemed she forgot why she dragged me here. Just venting anger. Liking a girl like this? Kinda pathetic.
"Hey! You've always been a dick. Know that? Mumbling like a total loser in front of me. Guys like you turn stalker later."
...Getting pissed listening to this. No reason to take shit from a slut jerking off at school. Why am I hearing this crap?
"...Jerking-off slut..."
"...What?"
Shit, I said it out loud!