From Unfulfilled Dream to Perfect Deal
'How should I play this…'
If becoming a pro baseball player had been my dream, it was such a stellar offer I wouldn't have needed to think twice. But I had to build my own entertainment empire—one that would eclipse even World Aiger. I didn't have time to get tied down to pro baseball…
'Thinking about IP, though, it's not a bad proposition at all.'
Filming Best Baseball had shown me that IP earned from baseball achievements added up surprisingly fast. What if I funneled all that IP into entertainment talents? The name Han Jimin alone could rock the world. And with skills working like the touch of Midas, turning everything I touched into gold? I might just surpass World Aiger someday.
'Plus, unlocking Nayun's potential will take a ton of IP.'
The one and only woman in this world who'd maxed out her affection at 100 with me. She had plenty of flaws, but I'd grown seriously attached after all this time. Anyway, buying the Growth Semen needed to unlock her potential cost a whopping 20,000 IP. IP income had spiked from dramas, broadcasts, and banging idol groups, but it still wasn't enough.
'If only I could rack up drama achievements…'
At least I'd nailed the viewership ones and scored a massive IP haul. That left me with a total of 37,130 IP right now—enough to upgrade Nayun, but I was holding off just in case. No telling when I'd need to boost baseball or other skills. Still, once I hit around 50,000 IP, I'd unlock her potential without hesitation.
'I shook up the drama scene, but the only achievements are viewership-related.'
The rest probably needed awards at year-end ceremonies. So farming IP through baseball beforehand wasn't a bad move.
'Skip the rotation starts, and the schedule's wide open.'
Even an amateur like me could see it was absurdly convenient. Busan Minions must be desperate. And if I was diving into baseball for IP, I wanted to milk it for all it was worth.
"Mind if I add a couple more conditions?"
"…Hmm."
Seo Juah pulls a face at my words. But she sighs and nods. She knows the leverage is all mine.
"Two-way player. If possible, I'd like to bat too."
"Bat?"
"Yeah. I'm as confident hitting as I am pitching."
To be precise, confident in my skill ranks. I flex my arm and shoulder just a bit, and her eyes flick there.
"Not asking blindly, of course. If I pass the team's internal eval to a solid level, let me step up to the plate."
Pitcher achievements? Batter ones would stack even higher. And two-way player feats? A real three-for-one. One sport, three achievement categories crushed.
"Team internal eval, huh…"
Likes the sound of that? Her face lights up. No issue if the skills deliver.
"Stamina won't be a problem?"
"All good. I've got solid endurance. And the team'll handle training, right?"
"Well… yeah."
Worst case, bump the stamina rank. Higher skills are always better.
She clears her throat. "Then salary bumps up?"
"Nah. 1.5 billion's fine."
"…Why? You're doing batter too—lowering it?"
"Yep."
Team vibes, obviously. 3 billion plus two rotation spots guaranteed? For a guy with zero pro or amateur games? 'Recipe for envy and resentment.'
Best Baseball gave me name recognition, but in pro ball, I'm a total noob. Genius Face and being male help, but swallowing those terms? Veterans wouldn't unless they were saints.
So…
"Then let's do the contract."
Some balance needed.
"Contract how?"
"Salary 1.5 billion. Other 1.5 in stocks—off the books. Boz stock. Batter stuff's TBD, so not in salary. Good stats later? Hook me up."
1.5 billion. Peanuts next to Boz's market cap. But prepping early to chase World Aiger? Smart.
I glance at Seo Juah. 'Refuse? Whatever.' Just floating it. Stocks nice, but no sweat if not. Take full 3 billion, buy 'em myself. Team vibes? Crush baseball, it'll sort itself.
She eyes me. "What's your deal with Cha Serin?"
"…Huh? Nothing. She's our company prez, if you wanna split hairs."
"Yeah?"
Suspicious look, but I'm clean. Truly zilch.
Post-side-deal, chat feels curt. Older than me? Whatever.
"Fine. We can swing that. One extra condition: one week team schedule per win credit."
"No schedule clashes? Done."
"Good. Can flex on that. Fall ball? No dice."
"I'll shuffle then."
"Reasonable. I like it."
Satisfied nod. Rest of contract straightforward. Just wanna stick with Best Baseball till mid-February—fix ratings drop from Kim Seongchan mess. Gotta own it to the end.
"Deal. Watch injuries."
Say I'll demo pitching and hitting practice on the show? Instant nod. Chaebol perk—no haggling.
Mid-minor terms, she adds, "Announcement mid-February. Secret till then. Articles on us targeting Han Jimin? Play dumb."
"Testing fan reactions."
"Yep. FA ripples too. Strategy."
Doesn't touch me much. Nod.
All wrapped, she gazes, casual: "Talks done, getting late—dinner? Spot upstairs."
"Dinner?"
"Yeah."
Spot: Minions Hotel. Minions Group's luxury chain—Korea, US, Russia, everywhere.
'Never hit a hotel in this world.' Women? Only my place or theirs. Zero classic hotel dates.
'Slacked hard.'
Hesitation reads as no? Disappointment flickers. Chaebol third-gen, still a woman. Subtle vibe: wants in with the Genius Face drama revolutionary.
"Sure."
"Ah—!"
Befriending chaebol? Win-win. Accept.
And that night.
"Ahht…! Haa! This…. this, feels too good…! Ah! Aaaaah!!!"
Seo Juah rocks her hips atop me, face utterly lost.
"Heuk…! Eut!"
Saw hints at dinner invite. Pushed bold, signaling interest. Boom—private spot.
"Seduce guys like this often?"
"That's… heut…! No."
"For real?"
"Duh. Social status—don't do randos."
Not thrilled, but whatever. Make her body crave only me from here.
"Heut…! Eut! Aa! Aaaa! You, too…! Eut!"
Crank her heat. Lick nipples, suck hard, knead tits, tongue to her core.
"Heugrt…!"
Kim Seongchan idol bangs taught me: guys here skip foreplay. Girls thank heaven for basic insertion. Cowgirl 90% of positions—climb on at first chance. Doggy's my jam.
Tongue grazes clit—
"Heut?! Ah, aa…?!"
Pussy spasms wild, gushes fluids. Finger through the gap to G-spot, tongue peels hood, rolls the pearl.
"Haaaaut?! Eut! Ah, aa…! Aaa! Aang! Aaaa! Go-good! So good…! Lil more…! Ah!!!"
Clutches my hair, voice desperate. Ria hit Lee Seoyeon with it—she flipped, loved it. Chaebol third-gen? Same story.
Reaction fire—three squirting orgasms.
"Ah, aa…! Ah!"
Pussy loose, slide in. Flooded beyond wet—huge cock glides deep, no resistance.
Bottom out, check her.
"Heu, heueung…. Ah…."
Tears, drool, bliss overload.
Stay put post-thrust. Arms wrap me; ragged breaths. "N-not moving…?"
"Savoring us merging with our prez? Love the feel."
"…Juah. Seo Juah. Casual talk. Feels distant."
"Gotcha."
One fuck, instant close. Sex bonds fastest—with chemistry.
Gentle rocks keep her simmering, soaking in warmth. She asks: "Pro with women, huh?"
"Eh… face does the work."
"…How many?"
"Serious girls: three. Partners: five-ish?"
"Less than expected. Say the word, clean house? Heut!"
Hips pull back—deep slam. Sudden piston: sharp moan, gasp.
Monopoly vibes…
"Nah."
"…Wh-why? Heut! Eut! Ah, aaa! Wa-wait…! Hauk!"
Chatter drags—thrust replies. Cock ravages; loud moans, body quakes. Punish the yapping pussy—four womb creampies.
"Ah, aa…!"
Heat-of-moment shots, but she digs creampies. Surprise.
Intensity fades; pull-out prep. Sweat-soaked, head turns: "Meet again?"
"Duh. Call, I'm there."
"…Promise?"
"Yup. Number here."
Scribble on nightstand; kiss disappointed-yet-smiling forehead. Face softens.
'Cute. Regular meets.'
Mild possessiveness? Piece of cake post-Nayun. Chaebol third-gen fuckbuddy? Irresistible.
Three days post-Juah romp, article drops as planned. Just floating recruitment buzz, but… baseball forums explode.
Wonder how Lily'll react.