Ruling the Mound
Lily blinked as she watched Han Jimin step onto the mound to establish the hierarchy. Devastatingly handsome, genius actor, genius producer—the man fans jokingly demanded be designated a national treasure was none other than Han Jimin.
Sigh.
Of course, she had no intention of hogging a guy like that all to herself. It wouldn't be easy anyway.
Still, if possible, I wanted to be treated like the main wife...
But surprisingly, Han Jimin had been involved with a woman even longer than her. Foxy's leader, Jeong Ria.
When the hell did they start dating?
No matter how hard she thought, Lily couldn't figure it out. But her musings didn't last long.
Kya aaaah!!!
Sudden massive cheers erupted. Wondering what was up, she saw Han Jimin looking toward the dugout. More precisely, at her.
Was it the pink vibes from the variety show? Lily had to endure the flood of envious, jealous, awe-struck gazes directed her way. Spotting the camera turning to her, she put on a shy expression and gave a small wave.
The crowd roared again as Han Jimin nodded approvingly at the sight.
...Guess I'll have to settle for concubine status.
Just being chosen by a man like that granted her a kind of status in this society. The constant gazes she felt even standing still constantly reminded her that she was now someone special in this world.
That's why she didn't want to risk losing that love over some pointless power struggle.
Anyway...
If I just play my cards right.
By relentlessly working to earn Jimin's love, she'd surely become ever more precious to him. No doubt about it.
As she pondered how to win Jimin's affection, words from Ria unnie in the practice room flashed back.
Anal...? Deepthroat?
She had no idea what they meant.
Sounds like sex stuff... Anal? Butt? Doing it from behind? I've kinda done that before?
Well, not really properly. She'd just moved as Han Jimin directed her amid the haze.
As Lily reminisced about that scorching hotel night, the game kicked off.
True to variety show form, a brief hiccup passed, and the game proceeded smoothly.
"Kim Hojeong's Seoul Bears finished 4th in the KBO last season, right?"
"Yes. They lost to 5th-place Suwon Wiz in the semi-playoffs, barely dipping a toe into fall ball before bowing out."
As Supreme Baseball gained traction, they brought in live crowds and even casters. KBC Sports' Yuri Kwon, who normally broadcasts KBO games, teamed up with Bears legend Rozelaine.
"...Can you say that on air?"
"It's already happened."
It was the shocking upset where a top regular-season team got shut out repeatedly by a lower seed throughout the series.
"Doesn't mean the Bears' lineup is weak, though?"
"Of course not. They didn't allow a single run in the crucial wild card decider, but their bats are still heavy hitters."
Thus, the key to victory was how inexperienced-in-games Han Jimin would handle the Bears' lineup.
But...
Thwack!
"Striiike!!!"
The leadoff hitter retreated with a bewildered look after a 151 km/h four-seamer jammed inside.
"...Jeong Dajeong's shaking her head."
"It's a fastball you can't face in the league. Feels different from a pitching machine."
Rozelaine followed up Yuri Kwon's comment, turning her gaze to the field. Han Jimin's velocity was a disaster for KBO players. Used to 130-140 km/h stuff, 150 was more than fast—it messed with their psyche.
Next pitch. She timed it and swung, but the ball was already buried in the catcher's mitt.
"Strike! Jeong Dajeong completely whiffed the timing!"
Han Jimin's overpowering stuff from the jump was so intense, even veteran KBO caster Yuri Kwon—who'd called games for over a decade—held her breath.
"...Minions didn't lose a shutout for nothing. What do you think?"
"Huh?"
"Saw on the broadcast you were teaching him the two-seamer... Kinda like his mentor, right?"
"Uh... Jimin's already a finished product as a pitcher. Met tons of 'geniuses' in my playing days, but they're all ordinary next to him. His skill's still climbing."
"...Huh?"
"Look at the velocity. Early on, his fastball was late 140s. Now?"
Thud!!
Perfectly timed four-seamer. The scoreboard flashed 150, unleashing screams from the crowd.
"150 km/h."
"Yeah. Keeps climbing with every training session."
Rozelaine spoke with excitement for the future, while Yuri swallowed hard. Baseball fans watching were losing it too.
Most didn't expect Jimin to play in the KBO. The Perfect Man had already crowned him a national actor; they'd figured he'd focus on acting. Plus, as the genius composer behind Shine Candy's Blush and other hits, pro ball held no appeal.
The Bears' heart of the order in the 2nd? Same story. Four-seamers and splitters alone were enough to whiff them, and now he mixed in two-seamers.
"Two-seamer! Strike three!"
"...Using it in a real game."
"Right into live action with the two-seamer Rozelaine taught him! How's it feel?"
"Feels good, like I raised a protégé."
Rozelaine watched Han Jimin return to the dugout, beaming.
Fans ate up the master-disciple chemistry, cooing warmly. But who could've guessed? The real reason Rozelaine fidgeted was the purple crystal anal plug Jimin had ordered jammed in her ass.
"Whew..."
56 pitches through 5 innings. Control slipped briefly, issuing two walks and ballooning the count. But snagging strikeouts with inside fastballs saved it.
"That last one's a killer."
Resting in the dugout, Lee Sojeong plops beside me, thumbs up. Talking about the inside heater for the final out. Yeah, that's what kept the 5th scoreless.
"Good lead-up."
"Nah, lead-up my ass. Heart of steel to jam 'em inside like that."
Meanwhile, the Bears pitcher hurled his trademark curve at KBC Phoenix's righty. Cue the rip.
Crack!
Three-two gapper. Runner on first tags and flies. Now runners at corners.
"Points incoming?"
I nodded at Lee Sojeong's words—hoped so. Still 0-0. One run would let me breathe easier.
Then Bae Chaewon's pull shot cleared the left-field fence.
"Wh-what?!"
"No way! Over? It's gone?!"
"Wooooaaah!!!"
"Bae Chaewon! Bae Chaewon!"
Once dubbed Joseon's cleanup hitter, Bae Chaewon's three-run bomb. With a 3-run cushion, I dismantled the Bears through 8—perfect save one single.
But we lost anyway. My replacement closer torched the 9th, handing them a 4-3 comeback win.
Sure, a surefire W slipped away, but I wasn't bummed. The game showed all baseball's highs and lows—prime viral fodder.
PD wore a satisfied grin, mirroring my take.
After Myeongseogo vs. Seoju University, I'd face last season's KBO champs, Hyundai Tigers.
Word of my Tigers matchup spread like wildfire, inquiries pouring in from Supreme Baseball fans and baseball nuts alike.
Meantime, I dove back into The Perfect Man and Foxy's album. Perfect Man just needed a strong finale—no more shoots for me, just quick set visits. But Foxy's? Recording started, comeback date locked.
Lily skipped Myeongseogo-Seoju too, tied up with album prep like me. PD's thrilled post-Bears grin soured fast.
"Any schedule left?"
"Meeting Choi Nahee in two hours. Head to baseball practice?"
"Just tweak pitches lightly. Time?"
"Plenty. Two hours free. I drive if we go now."
Sudden offer, but Jeong Hye-ryeong was settling into manager mode, helping out. Not just managing, either.
"Ahng! Unh...! Said pitch check..., but checking my pussy... how am I—ahng?!"
She nailed sex slave and fuck buddy duties too.
As I pulled out in the practice field men's locker room and changed to training gear, Hye-ryeong's phone buzzed while tidying up.
She glanced at the screen, tilting her head my way.
"Board member calling."
"Who?"
"Executive Director Oh Minseo."
"Pick up. Foxy stuff?"
Hye-ryeong answered, letting out a sharp gasp.
"N-Nip Lips? They wanna see Jimin—no, Actor Jimin?"
Her eyes widened with excitement. At the same time, an achievement... no, a quest popped up in my vision too.
[Nip Lips Encounter]