Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Miracle Cross
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Two days had already passed since that day.
The day I lost my virginity for the first time in my life.
Even now, just thinking back on it made my lower half throb.
The filming continued even after my second climax.
The first and second times didn't make for good footage anyway, since I was such a virgin—I couldn't do anything but get eaten up.
From the third time on, I tried to be as conscious of the camera as possible while moving.
Still, having blown twice already gave me a bit more leeway, so I definitely did better than before.
By the end, when I pinned Yi Ju-ha down and thrust into her from above,
I even felt a sense of conquest, honestly.
Looking down at her pussy while she could only pant helplessly, her breasts jiggling—that sight made all my past suffering vanish in an instant.
Anyway, that wrapped up our first shoot that day.
We'd had sex, but nothing really changed.
I was the only one obsessing over it; Yi Ju-ha didn't seem to care at all.
Like it was just as casual as picking her nose.
That evening, we did order some delivery to celebrate the first shoot and my deflowering.
Yi Ju-ha's probably the only one who'd buy delivery to celebrate popping a cherry... crazy bitch...
And it wasn't with some other girl—it was in her pussy...
Anyway, ever since that day, my emotions have been all over the place.
The afterglow of sex brings back the smell of sweat and the fishy scent of semen from that day,
and the sensation of forcing my way in and pounding away makes me hard out of nowhere.
The thought of having fucked Yi Ju-ha, of finally losing my virginity, has me chuckling like an idiot sometimes.
But then I remember how bizarrely my precious first time got taken, and I just zone out.
I'd always imagined my first time would be pure, lovey-dovey sex with a girl I liked... in some romantic spot.
"Fuck..."
Anyway, it's in the past now.
A new day begins, and the routine repeats.
Back to freshman college life.
"That's it for today's class."
"Thanks for your hard work!"
Fuck.
I hadn't been able to focus on a single thing for two straight days.
Every little thing reminded me of it, so I couldn't concentrate at all.
And now side effects were kicking in.
Now, every time I see a girl passing by, I keep imagining her naked.
What would this one be like? That one? Fuck.
I don't even want to imagine it, but my brain just forces the circuit to run that way.
Maybe if I hole up at home playing games for a few days, it'll fade.
It's spring, and girls are out spraying shampoo and body scents everywhere, making it worse.
I've only ever seen high school uniforms before, so all these colorful outfits are hitting me with intense visual stimulation.
I swear, at the start of the semester, I felt nothing... this is all Yi Ju-ha's fault.
"Where to go..."
Losing my virginity didn't change a damn thing.
I'm still a total loser, a friendless loner freshman.
Somehow the other kids are already hanging out in big groups from the start of term.
I see familiar faces now and we nod hello,
but no one invites me to eat together or anything...
What if I end up friendless the whole time?
Anxiety creeps in, but fuck, I can't make the first move.
Dunno... maybe one will come along eventually...
"Lunch... what to do."
Eating alone is its own ordeal...
PC bang corner with instant ramen or scarfing a triangle kimbap in an empty spot or classroom is tough...
Fuck, I'm paranoid about someone walking in... terrified of running into someone from class...
Fuck... I thought leaving high school meant escaping loser status... boo hoo...
"..."
Maybe buy some new clothes?
Maybe they avoid me 'cause I look so loser-ish.
In high school, I'd ask the guy next to me what game he was playing, or gym class forced us into teams and chatting started while running...
Or during break, share some New Combo or Myeongjun snacks and bond...
Can't do that in college...
Everyone seems cliqued up from the start, and with next class looming, approaching feels awkward...
"Sniffle."
Just fill up on snacks and eat real food at home...
Now I'm thinking of that warm delivery pork belly with Yi Ju-ha two days ago.
I wanna eat too... rice...
'Shuffle shuffle.'
Long gap between classes, so PC bang or library to kill time on my phone.
Killing time is work too.
Never thought schedules could be this inconvenient. First-year registration was half pre-set, couldn't touch it.
"Ah—numbers don't match. Numbers."
Heading to the library across the wide field, I spotted a group on the athletic field.
Guys from my department, plus 2nd- and 3rd-year seniors.
Fuck!
Of all people, my classmates. Eye contact would be awkward as hell.
I subtly rerouted, hugging the edge.
Fuck, pretend I have a class and walk fast!
"Hey? That's Jun-hyeong."
"Who?"
"The guy at the end there."
Shit!
Even in full dark templar stealth mode, they spotted me.
These guys have eagle eyes.
"Who's that? From our department?"
"Yeah, yeah. One of our freshmen."
"Oh yeah? Friend! Come here!"
Uwaaah!!!
A loud call echoed across the field.
All my classmates' eyes locked on me.
Don't... fuck... Face burning red, I bolted to the senior.
"Hello, sunbae!"
"Yeah, yeah. Our freshman, huh. Where you headed?"
"L-Library."
Dozens of classmates' blank stares stabbed me.
Library? Why? What for? That vibe.
This attention... hate it...
"Oh, gap period? How long?"
"Th-Three... three hours."
"Nice timing!"
What is?
No way... don't wanna!!!
Senior clapped, grinning wide.
"Name was Jun-something? Jun-eob? Jun-hyeong?"
"Yi... Yi Jun-hyeong."
"Right, Jun-hyeong! Play soccer? Nothing to do? Join us—we're short one!"
"S-Sure."
Fuuuck... Tears welling, I shyly took off my backpack.
Can't say no...
Worse, a few girls from class on the bench nearby—extra humiliating.
Haven't even run yet, cold sweat already!
"Full team! Get ready!"
"Yeah!"
Fuck... hate it... hate soccer on such a wide field...
Crying inside, I took the uniform from a classmate.
Fuck... Real Madrid #7? Vinyl god and Ronaldo number?
No other options? Why give this to me!
"Positions! Positions!"
Teams already split, I naturally went white.
"Me, Joo-won, Seung-yeop up front.
Rest, mids and defense."
Lucky: a senior took goalie.
Less embarrassing... can hide behind excuses like dodging balls or flinching.
Mids sorted naturally—athletic types, soccer regulars.
Defense: obvious slackers or chillers.
I ended up on defense, naturally...
Right back, even. Useless, invisible spot in school soccer... familiar.
Problem: right by bench, girls' stares burning!!!
"You good at soccer?"
Center back buddy chatted friendly.
Dark skin, pockmarks. Soccer pro vibe.
Special case—gave mid to seniors, took defense.
Not all defenders equal.
"N-No... just block incoming balls..."
"That's all defense needs."
"R-Really."
Wow... first real convo in days.
Precious peer talk... mixing words this hard...
'Tweet!'
Whistle kicked off.
"Let's go!" Forwards, mids, center back charged.
Goalie and side backs left behind.
"..."
"..."
Awkward as fuck.
Reality crashed in.
Ah... PC bang or library solitude is a blessing.
Never complain again. Super grateful, fuck!!!
"Nice!!!"
Luckily? Unluckily? Our team strong—no balls our way.
Girls' eyes on center, none on me.
'Gurgle.'
Stomach roaring meanwhile.
How long? Not full 90—maybe 30 halves, 60 total?
"Kids playing soccer again?"
"Ah, sunbae, hi!"
"Yeah."
Meanwhile, more girls and senior girls joined bench.
What the fuck. Why crowd in? Not even a big game!
I shuffled to center back, dodging eyes.
Goalie bro bored, already ran to midfield.
"Cross it! Cross! Pass!"
"Coming!"
Cheers and yells echoed far off.
Here: silence.
Ah... peaceful. Homey scent. High school vibes.
Just shuffling, staring at sunlight...
Mind eased a bit.
"Ugh, tiring."
"Ugh! Hey! 10-min break!"
"Yes!"
First half ended shockingly inactive.
Barely any balls to center base; mids swarmed like mad if any.
Semester start—showing off to seniors, hustling hard...
"Water, sunbae!"
"Thanks!"
Bench awkward too.
No sweat, no water need... eyes elsewhere, ultimate cringe.
"..."
"..."
Locked eyes with left back in same boat.
Both cringed, looked away.
Break buzzed: games, school, clubbing, food, news—too fast to follow.
...Time flies though.
Lurking peripheral, eavesdropping—got tips sometimes.
Class hacks, prof hacks... why stick with seniors.
"That major book? Don't buy. I'll give mine. Copy it."
"Thanks!"
Book copy tempting for me too?
Break over, game resumed.
Girls/seniors' "Who's that?" glances ignored.
Why suffer humiliation on my tuition... fuck...
"Back at it! Fighting!"
"Yes!"
Intense despite 0-0.
Fear extra time.
Good news: lunch together after.
Wait, good? Saves money... but won't choke on stares?
"Hey! Pass! Pass it!"
"S-Sorry!"
Second half shifted.
Balls to center more often.
Early exertion? Tired, leaking possession.
'Fuck fuck! Stay away from me!'
Praying like a dog again!
Right back useless, balls favored left.
Center breaches: scramble, stick leg—counts as effort..
Flowed okay.
All gassed—penalties over extra time?
"Whoa!"
Opponent left cross misfired, long arc to empty space.
Whizzed center to vacant right...
...right in front of me.
"Jun-eob! Run!"
Jun-hyeong!
Spotlight at endgame!
Bit lip, full sprint. Wind whipping hair... forehead ugly as sin!
"Dribble! Dribble! Keep going!"
"Hah! Hah!"
Stopped to pass—crowded.
Senior's bellow: dribbled instinctively.
"Straight! Straight!"
Uwaaa!!! Crossing the field continent!
Straight-line dribble frenzy.
Cross, right? Fuck, how do I cross!
Rushed, nearly tripped midway.
Trip = instant dropout shame. Snapped focus.
"Cross it! Cross!"
Eek!
Virgin at crossing!
No time whine—opponent defense charging fierce.
Uwaa! Fuck! Tackled nothing = mega-loser! Bread shuttle 3 years senses it. Loss here = department loner seal!
"Fuck this shit!"
Virgin triangle hair history.
Rare long kicks always opposite.
Left kick: right curve.
Right: bends left.
Miss: lines out of bounds like idiot.
Prayed to heavens.
Fuck God Buddha prof vinyl god.
Just this once, please!
'I can do it!'
I can. Today I can.
Just popped cherry. Fucked Yi Ju-ha sloppy. World champ loser!
Eyes wide, nostril flare, booted hard.
'Nailed it!'
Gut said yes.
High school miracle cross—once in 3 years.
Even for triangle hair.
'Thwack!'
Clean sound, gorgeous arc airborne.
Perfect cross anyone sees. Vinyl god stunned trajectory.
Finish on attacker.
Reeled backward, rolled clumsy, hand on ground.
Score! Please!
"Hup!"
Forward senior leaped golden chance. ...You? Megod?
Insane jump, header smashed my golden cross.
'Swish!'
"Woo, whoaaa!"
"Goal!"
Net rippled. Like Yi Ju-ha's tits... bouncy, soft.
Forwards roared to center.
...Embarrassed watching.
And I crossed it fuck... why not to me...
"You buy food! You!"
"No bet!"
"Was? Bet? Bet?"
Hyped seniors ranted jumping.
I brushed dirt off, stood.
"!"
Finally, far-off forwards yelled, charged me.
Oh fuck huge scary!
"Whoa Yi Jun-eob! #7!"
"You eat priciest today!"
Yi Jun-hyeong...
Calmed pounding heart, awkward grin.
Thrilling. Like piercing virginity...