Sorting the Hierarchy
"Haaah…! Hnng!"
Every time my cock plunges deep inside her, I feel Lily's abs tense up tight. She's completely lost, overwhelmed by this brand-new sensation she's never felt before. Lily, the idol worshipped by countless teenage girls, lies pinned beneath me, her body trembling. The sheer dominance of it all makes my dick throb so hard it almost hurts.
"Oppa… ah…!"
As I move my hips slowly, Lily grabs my hand tight.
"I love you… Oppa… for real… I really, really like you."
She's definitely my age, but for some reason, all the girls around my age call me oppa. Kim Nayun does it, Yunji does it. I'm not prematurely aged or anything—I have no idea why. Anyway, with our sexes still joined, I flash her a faint smile as she confesses a little late.
"Yeah?"
"…Yes."
"'Cause I'm good at baseball?"
"……That's part of why I like you too, Oppa."
True to form for a baseball fanatic, she doesn't deny it. Her honesty is so cute that I pull my hips back a bit, then thrust in deep.
"Haaah…!"
Lily clings to me desperately. I lean to her ear and whisper.
"I like our Yesol too."
"Ah, aaah…."
Her arms around my back tighten even more. With our feelings confirmed, we start savoring each other's bodies.
"Hnng…! Ah! Ah, aaah…! Haaang!"
Every time my massive shaft scrapes along her inner walls, Lily's moans explode out loud. Is it because we're in a private space where no one will come? She doesn't hold back at all—her cries ring out crystal clear. Then, like a baby bird, she starts sucking on my lips with wet smacks.
"Haaah! Mmm… mmph! Mmph!"
She even starts shaking her hips. Her movements are clumsy enough that my cock nearly slips out, but she's desperately trying to move with me, eager to do something together. As we lock eyes and grind, pleasure builds bit by bit, and I feel my dick swelling.
"Haah…! Heuk! Huhuk! Ahhng!"
Maybe sensing something from my quickening pace, Lily slyly wraps her legs around my waist.
"Hnnnngggg!!!"
For the finale, I bury myself to the hilt and flood her insides with cum. Lily, hugging me tight and shuddering violently, lets her legs flop limply onto the bed. She lets out a faint moan, then meets my eyes.
"…Think this'll get me pregnant?"
"Why? You want to?"
"……Yes."
She hesitates a moment, then nods. Living in this world, her reaction makes perfect sense. Kids dream of becoming presidents, scientists, tycoons, idols, flight attendants, whatever. But beyond those jobs, there's one dream everyone shares: becoming a mom.
Artificial insemination costs how much again? A hundred million won?
It's expensive because donated sperm is so scarce. In this world, getting pregnant with the seed of a man you love is basically the pinnacle of success.
Anyway, I toss a casual line at Lily, who's subtly hopeful.
"If we're lucky, maybe."
"Oh… it might not work?"
"I hear it's not that easy. Gotta do repeated creampies…."
Before I finish, Lily—Choi Yesol—spreads her legs wide.
"……I want to go again."
Her intentions are obvious, and I can't help but burst out laughing. She's got more sides than just baseball?
It wasn't like she suddenly discovered the joys of sex and went wild. She just got obsessed with getting pregnant and begged for creampie after creampie until we went at it like animals. She left the dorm full of cum in her womb, blissfully hoping she might be pregnant—but sorry, midway through, I slipped her some water laced with birth control from the IP Shop.
I'd love to see a Foxy member pregnant…
Foxy and Shine Candy are BOZ's cash cows and IP generators. Can't let pregnancy derail the plans.
Her messages brim with complaints as the number of women grows, but as team leader, she's subtly sorting things out. Looks like she's already settled the hierarchy with Kim Nayun, my other main wife.
She'll take good care of Lily too.
Same group might be awkward, but I trust her. Planning to leave all the promising idol girls to Ria. And reward her accordingly.
Marriage registration.
Thanks to harem law, men must register marriage with ten women before twenty-five. New law adds: within three years, impregnate at least five of those ten.
Sparked protests from guys…
Dismissed outright. Kids are a survival issue now. With the sex ratio, it's a miracle they're not chaining men up like cum factories.
Entertainment world's in uproar too.
Shortly after harem law dropped, marriages and couples popped up everywhere. Trend birthed variety shows centered on celebrity weddings.
Just rip-offs of We Got Married.
Real married idols/celebs living it up on camera. Fresh format here, but I've seen tons in my old world—not impressed. It blew up once, then tanked on repetitive content, misogyny, misandry, PD abuse, ratings crash. But with sex ratio this dire—a national crisis—doubt it'll flop.
Misandry here? Straight to prison. Sedition?
Monitored a popular one—lacked sweetness. Guys just receive; no charm. We Got Married thrived on events, dates, meals, trips, chores, proposals…. Still, format's bulletproof here; it'll run forever.
"…You're here?"
"See? Told you he'd show! That kid's dead serious about baseball."
Seniors already at the practice field rib me as I arrive. Fair enough—I'm KBC Phoenix's top attendee. They skip for work; I hit every session, juggling perfect man duties and Foxy album prep.
Gotta farm IP.
Fans geeking over my pitches? Electric thrill.
As I warm up, a curvy Western beauty in tight gear sidles up with a grin.
"Warming up right?"
Her Korean's thick, mismatched to her looks. Rozelaine—Seoul Bears legend, decade-plus vet, strikeout king.
"Yeah… mind pressing my back?"
"Shall I?"
She rolls her eyes playfully, presses in close. "Urgh!" Her strong hands knead my back, but her massive tits mash against me too. Glance back—our eyes meet; she smirks.
Definitely on purpose.
Fucked her a few times, now she's playful. Six players total: me, her, four hitters. No cameras, small staff.
I whisper to her: "Come to the men's locker room later."
"…Why?"
"I'll fuck you."
Elbow her firm tits—she moans contentedly.
Moments later.
"Ah…."
"How do you want it?"
She gulps at me stroking my cock, drops to all fours. Doggy—deepest penetration. Her blonde bush frames a soaked pussy, ready, dripping.
"Haaah…."
I grab her huge ass, spread it—she moans hotly.
"No time—gonna finish quick."
"Y-yeah…!"
Squelch—my monster fills her instantly. Her walls clench greedily. Pull back, slam in—her tits swing wildly.
Wish we had time to play with those….
Disciple railing mentor, I pound away. Slaps echo; each Impact drops her torso, crushing her tits.
"Hauk, haak! Aaaah…! Yes—! Yes—! Ah! Aaaah! Aaaaaah!!!"
Like casual coffee, I creampie her, then start pitching practice. She's clingy post-fuck, sharing tips—super helpful.
Grab a bat next.
"…Wanna hit?"
"Yeah, practice swings."
"What?"
"Han Jimin? Batting?!"
Hitters crowd, intrigued.
"Just practice, practice."
Really stance check. Two months to pro season—Busan Minions, KBO. Pitching primary, but hitting too if possible, like I told Cha Sua.
Set pitching machine: 130 km/h fastball with spin—KBO average.
"Think I can hit it?"
"Not easy—pitching and hitting are different."
"Good athleticism, so decently."
"What average?"
".200-.300?"
"Me too .200. But two long balls maybe?"
They chatter as I prep. They haven't seen me hit properly….
My batting skill's C-rank.
KBO bottom or minors level. But add strength, agility, stamina synergy? Solid KBO hitter.
So…
CRACK!
Straight balls? Easy outs with perfect form from the skill.
CRACK! Crack!
"Whoa… flying straight!"
"What stance? Perfect!"
"You practiced hitting?"
Rozelaine claps; hitters gape. I keep crushing balls deep. Low skill grade—six clean out of ten.
Hmm… .600 hitter?