Unfulfilled Dream
"Mmph, slurp... *slurrrp!*"
Rozelaine, who had started cautiously licking Jimin's cock like she was testing the waters, soon revealed her true colors.
"*Slurrrp*! *Chomp*! Mmph! Mmmph!"
The intense fellatio unique to Western women. A skill straight out of some unicorn-powered phone hentai from his old world was now activating in Rozelaine's mouth.
Fuck? Is this... the power of the West?
It was incomparable to the fellatio machines he knew, like Jeong Hye-ryeong or Choi Nahee. Just lying there, his semen was being milked out in steady streams without any resistance.
Helpless, he ended up squeezing thick globs of cum onto Rozelaine's mouth and face.
Thanks to his B-rank stamina and C-rank virility, though, his dick was still twitching like a live fish.
"...Whoa."
"Did you like it?"
"Of course. A man like you is a first for me."
"There must be plenty of guys who love working out, right?"
As he spoke, he flicked Rozelaine's protruding nipple. It felt incredibly firm at his fingertips, swollen with arousal. When he pinched it lightly and applied pressure, her body shivered visibly.
"There are some... Ahh! But they're just civilians, aren't they?"
Pro-level? Child's play in comparison. Muscle density, strength, balance, functionality—she'd dominate utterly. And the stamina to match? No way civilians could handle it, day or night.
That's why he knew female athletes, especially those using their lower bodies, boasted sex drives and athletic prowess that made succubi look tame. The kind that could wring your dick off, supposedly.
Rozelaine looked down at him now with a predator's gaze.
"So, you confident?"
Pitching's core foundation? Lower body training. What did that mean? Rozelaine was a pro baseball pitcher with over a decade of experience. In other words, a Western succubus in human skin.
But he wasn't too worried. From bedding various women in this world, he'd learned B-rank stamina and C-rank virility were more impressive than expected. Enough to satisfy one woman fully, even handle threesomes or more.
"Haaah!"
Rozelaine mounted him and slammed her hips down without hesitation. His massive cock knocked straight against her womb in an instant.
"G-Good...! Yes, this is it! This is what I wanted...!"
Was it the fullness of his long, thick shaft filling her completely? Rozelaine's flushed face twisted in satisfaction. Raw moans poured nonstop from her lips.
"Ahh...! Uh! Ah! Aah! So good...! Yes! Aaaah!"
She slowly ground her hips to savor him fully, then switched to rapid pistoning. Her sleek body rose and fell, golden blonde hair whipping brilliantly with each motion.
"Ahng! Ah! Aaaah!"
Squelching sounds accompanied her rising moans. Matching her rhythm, Jimin tensed his cock hard.
Athletes really are different.
Tighter than Kim Nayun or Jeong Ria. Even tighter than Lee Sojeong, another baseball player. Ah, but catchers like her sit all the time—maybe unavoidable? That squatting stance keeps the legs spread constantly?
"Yes! Ah! Aah!! That's it! I... I needed a cock like this! Hnggh!"
Rozelaine's huge ass shook mercilessly. Looking up, he saw her kneading her own breasts with a sluttier expression than any whore.
To help, he grabbed her tits firmly.
"Eek...!?"
Now actively yanking her passive tits, she looked at him in surprise. But only for a moment. Her face turned lewd as she thrust her massive chest toward him.
Not refusing, he ravaged her breasts greedily with tongue and hands, messing them up thoroughly. Then he began devouring her body fiercely.
"Harder...! Thud! Ah! Aaaaah!"
Her screams echoed loud enough to shake the room as she spread her legs wide. Each pounding thrust against her womb made her cling to his back tightly. A pitcher, yet no calluses on her hands.
Anyway, they became a pair of beasts, ravaging each other. He was thrilled by her smooth body and the novelty of Western pussy; she unleashed years of pent-up lust since her divorce.
"Eek! Ung! Eung! Ung!!!"
Sometime later, after fucking all over the house, he found himself pinning her down in mating press, crushing her beneath him.
"Oooht! Oht! Hnggggh!"
Beast-like cries escaped her with every downward slam. After railing her relentlessly, he flooded her womb with thick semen.
"Haa... Haa......"
Feeling her belly full of cum, Rozelaine smiled happily and snuggled into his arms. Nearly six hours nonstop, yet she held onto her senses till the end. Choi Nahee or others would've passed out ages ago—pro athlete stamina indeed.
...No, I'm the weak one.
With S-rank virility, he could've wrecked her completely. Unlike her satisfaction, he couldn't hide his regret. Even with skill boosts, he'd only brought her to orgasms, not blackout territory. A blow to his male pride.
That's why he should've prioritized virility to S-rank...
"...You okay?"
"Huh?"
Rozelaine eyed him anxiously. His frustration must've shown.
"You look down. Was my body... not good?"
"No no no. It was the best."
A bit short on that taut 20s firmness, but her 30s sultriness and fiery technique more than satisfied.
"Then why?"
"Ah, just remembered a headache."
"Hmm... Kim Seongchan? That kid who can't play baseball."
She draped her thigh over him as she spoke. She knew all about the recent Top Baseball controversy. Over a decade in KBO made her more versed in player culture than most—senior-junior dynamics included. Crudely put, old-school.
So no way she'd see Kim Seongchan's outburst at Bae Chaewon—even as a "heat-of-the-moment mistake"—in a good light. Man or not.
"Guys like that should've been cut immediately."
He nodded in agreement. Articles on his exit were due soon anyway.
Talking Top Baseball naturally shifted to baseball chat.
"No plans for majors?"
"I barely have pro experience."
"With your talent, no long minors grind. You'd rocket to majors. Hell, your Minionz matchup showed teams would scout you already."
Her eyes sparkled. Seeing him learn two-seam with skills had hooked her proper.
But sadly, pro baseball wasn't his path.
Baseball's just IP farming.
His goal in this game—no, world—was building a Disney-like entertainment empire. And this world had its equivalent: World Aiger. A media behemoth with $840 billion market cap, 700k employees.
His BOZ? Mid-tier at 660 billion. Parent Seoyeong Group? Mere 11 trillion. World Aiger dwarfed them ~100x.
Overthrowing it to build his empire—that was his mission.
...Long road ahead.
Surpass 1.2 quadrillion market cap? Wasn't this turning into a chaebol saga? Way over the line...
"Kim Seongchan!"
"What?!"
Kim Seongchan whipped around, face full of irritation at his manager's aggressive tone.
"L-Look at the incoming articles right now!"
The manager thrust his shaking phone at him, losing it.
Baseball forums and celeb news comments were flooded with hate toward him.
"Fuck... What the hell?"
Grabbing the phone, Kim Seongchan scrolled blankly through the comments. Bad attitude, teammate abuse, lack of pro mindset—every ugly moment clipped into memes swarming communities.
Damn it.
Agency already chewed him out over the Bae Chaewon slur. He thought it'd blow over—not explode like this.
And it wasn't just that.
Past fan meet attitude drama resurfaced, tanking Solaris's image too.
"N-No...!"
Biting his lip, Kim Seongchan slammed the phone down.
"This isn't our fault! We apologized back then! And the baseball thing—honestly, if Bae Chaewon had caught it..."
"You saying that now?"
The manager clawed his hair, yelling.
"Then what?!"
"......Haa."
At Kim Seongchan's pouty injustice, the manager cradled his face and sighed deeply. Then slowly spoke.
"Team lead wants you. Go."
"......"
Kim Seongchan's face hardened. Words on the tip of his tongue, but none came.
Right then, the discarded phone autoplayed Han Jimin's interview. His beaming smile filled the screen.
Top Baseball episode 3 star: skill, variety charm, fun, appeal—all aced. Han Jimin basked at popularity's peak amid viewer praise.
While he ruined everything with one slur.
"Fuck..."
Staring at the screen, Kim Seongchan ground his teeth. The world cheered Jimin, dumped hate on him. Denial changed nothing.
Three days later, headlines blared: Kim Seongchan off Top Baseball, Solaris halting activities for reflection.