The Pitch That Shook the Baseball World
I'm so bored with your level I wanna die. For baseball fans, December signals the start of the forbidden season. It's the drought period where you rewatch regular-season games or classic highlights to quench that baseball thirst.
At least the stove league kicked off with FA signings, rookie drafts, and trades lighting up the communities.
But nothing beat the catharsis of watching a live game. Then, out of nowhere, KBC dropped their new variety show, Ultimate Baseball.
The sudden reveal grabbed the attention of all thirty million baseball fans nationwide.
Not only did they snag a legendary coach dubbed the myth of baseball, but they assembled a roster of retired legends from every team. Tossing in top college prospects too, the lineup—regardless of current form—looked pro-level just on name value alone. And they even threw in some A-list male celebs for variety flair.
With fans deep in withdrawal, it was no surprise their eyes turned to Ultimate Baseball. Communities buzzed so hard that 30% of posts were about air dates or matchups.
Amid the hype, Episode 1 of Ultimate Baseball finally aired. Leading with the catchphrase "Only Win!"—victory above all—it pitted the team against top high school powerhouses nationwide.
The episode chronicled player recruitment and team assembly. Kim Shinjeong reluctantly accepting the manager role after relentless begging from the PD, followed by her handpicking coaches and players—it felt like real stove league drama, hooking viewers instantly.
"Wouldn't it be cheating if I pitched? I mean, I've got 108 career wins."
"So what's your fastball at now?"
"120? If I train up, I could hit 140."
"Sis throwing 140? You never even touched that in your prime. What kinda mega lie is this? Don't bullshit for the cameras."
"Hey! It's only been two years since I retired!"
The woman in the yellow uniform snapped back at her junior's teasing.
Ultimate Baseball summoned retired stars one by one, tugging at fans' heartstrings.
"Tch... I could hit better than that sis, right?"
"What's your career average?"
"0.301."
"...I've got more retirement mileage than that."
"Huh?"
The pros' signature bravado during recruitment delivered nugget laughs too.
Rivals from championship battles bantering like old pals? Pure fan fantasy chemistry. Ultimate Baseball hooked them from Episode 1.
And then...
The baseball world's famous goddess Lily appeared, sparking chemistry with Minions legend Bae Chaewon that warmed viewers' hearts. True to variety form, handpicked male celebs tested their skills before manager Kim Shinjeong.
Solaris's Kim Seongchan—basically an amateur—clocked a 98 kph fastball, wowing fans. But the shock didn't end there.
"Gonna loosen up a bit."
Unlike the others, this guy's face was fully blurred. The camera lingered on his warm-up and stretches.
"Proper loosening technique."
"Oh, guy knows some baseball?"
"Body looks solid. Guessing 110? 115 if he chucks it good?"
The vibe turned electric as pros gathered, ramping up tension. Then, unlike for the others, veteran catcher Lee Sojeong geared up fully behind the plate.
All eyes on him, the mystery man's pitch began.
THWACK!
A mitt-ripping thunderclap.
Manager Kim Shinjeong bolted up in shock. Pros mid-joke froze, staring at the mound. Crew dropped the camera from the bomb-like pop. Lee Sojeong checked her glove and hand in disbelief.
Cliffhanger. End of Episode 1.
Baseball forums and KBC boards exploded.
Long time no see Ria. As producer on Foxy's album, variety shoots had kept me away.
Good thing I boosted stamina. Otherwise, I'd have collapsed ages ago.
Drama plus variety—two bodies wouldn't cut it. And prepping Foxy's mini-album on top. At least the tracks turned out solid.
Thanks to the Composition Room.
Even with skills, crafting hits takes time and trial-error. But my timeless Composition Room handled it all.
Sudden baseball knowledge integrated into my body too. No balls to throw, but form practice helped big time.
"Mmph... Mmph! Mmm...!"
Break during mini-album practice. Ria slyly lured me to the studio, licking my cock while sweeping hair aside.
"That good?"
"Yeah."
Her smooth, glassy skin gleamed. Ria's famous honey skin, even to fans. Charismatic leader on stage, but now?
"Gonna take it deeper?"
"Mmmph... Gulk! Glurk!"
Just a lewd kitty in front of me. Her only guy experience being me, I was teaching deepthroat lately. Nayun nailed it quick, but Ria—never even used a dildo—struggled hard. Still, seeing Nayun do it fired her up. Not her fave play, but she pushed for me.
"4, 3, 2, 1. Stop."
"Glurk. Hack! Haah... Haah. Gasp."
Her eyes watered as she gasped. I stroked her hair lovingly; she blinked, licking again.
"My kitty's in heat proper? Wanna do it now?"
"Uh..."
Ria looked troubled. Thin sigh, lips pursing as she calculated. Then, head down:
"Later..."
"Why?"
"If now, we can't go long. I wanna spend real time with you..."
Spot on—we were just scratching itch during breaks. Full room sesh? Disaster waiting. Her logic was sound, regret dripping from her face though. Commendable restraint.
"Can carve out time soon?"
"Variety shoots... Next week maybe?"
"Next week?"
She fiddled with her hair, nodding okay.
"Home then?"
"Our place?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Expectant gaze—she loved our husband-wife bed-sharing mornings.
"Got it."
"Yesss!"
Nod, and she cheered, clinging to my arm.
Back from "track talk" duo time to practice room:
"Whoa! Producer!"
Black bob-cut girl waved. Lily. Ria subtly elbowed me, whispering:
"...They seem off lately?"
"Same variety shoot."
"Nah. It's that, right? What I'm thinking?"
Sharp jealousy in her tone. But with Nayun already in play, her love-trust opened doors. I shrugged it off.
"Kinda targeting her a bit."
"Perv. For real?"
"Long story, but you know Solaris Kim Seongchan?"
"...Ah!"
She'd heard before, industry savvy—caught on instantly. Then tilted head:
"But Lily's quirky. Tough to win over..."
"Yeah, that..."
Infamous line: 'My type? Guys good at baseball.' Girl straight-up said it. Made bonding easy. Few skill clicks, baseball prowess up. Boom.
Sure enough, Lily—eyeing our closeness—pounced as Ria dipped.
"Producer! Producer!"
"Yeah?"
"Saw the Ultimate Baseball community reactions? Total chaos!"
"Chaos? Why?"
"...Huh? Why? No monitoring?"
Not no—couldn't. Drama, Foxy prep overload.
"Every community's hunting your identity. No check?"
She eyed me pitifully.
"Uh..."
"Producer should've done baseball, not music..."
"......"
"Lead Minions to one title, then MLB? Legend status. Not too late, Producer."
Dead serious tone. Baseball nuts got baseball brains only? I'm your album producer, girls!