Sajik's Savior
"Phew... I almost ended up pairing with Oh Yesul."
During spring camp, the very first thing I checked was none other than my teammates' looks. In this gender-reversed world, women placed huge importance on appearance and femininity—it was only natural if they wanted even a slim shot at landing a man. But pro sports were different. Results mattered, so individual skills trumped looks. Of course, there were outliers who nailed both, like my two-seam mentor, Rozelaine. And in the Minions...
'Park Haneul and Jeong Hayoung.'
Park Haneul, the Minions' prized rookie shortstop. She'd joined last year, but she was already pegged as the fix for the gaping hole at short—expectations that had her a bit cocky, though her skills backed it up. Still, we were distant; our pitching and batting schedules didn't overlap. Plus, unlike her who'd joined early, I'd arrived mid-camp, and as the sole male player under the brass's spotlight, the team kept their distance.
"I'm not that sensitive, but anyway, I'll end up getting close to Park Haneul eventually."
Next on my list: Jeong Hayoung.
"Minions' backup catcher. Responsible, but shy—her play gets shaky after mistakes." Her spring camp hitting was decent enough not to call empty talk, but nothing special. No strabismus, yet she whiffed even on obvious practice tosses.
"Defense wasn't exactly passing grade either."
The issue? Among the Minions' catchers—including the farm team—she had the best defensive stats. In other words, she was the only one who could handle my A-rank skill pitches.
"Is this a team?"
Honestly, I'd never dreamed a catcher dropping balls would bench me from scrimmages. Beyond Hayoung, there were five catchers total counting farmhands. The team pushed main catcher Oh Yesul, but... she botched changeups over 150 km/h too often. And sorry, but her looks were a no-go. If I'm picking a wife, I want someone pretty to sync with. The rest? Skills and looks didn't even register.
'And...'
Hayoung wasn't just pretty—fans buzzed about her massive tits. Protective gear hid it, but in casual clothes like now? Undeniable.
"Yusehee's strengths are her quick wrist snap and sharp eyes for hitting. Even on off-speed..."
Jeong Hayoung recited her report, face tense with effort. She'd clearly prepped hard. But my eyes were glued not to the report, but her chest.
"......"
Overwhelming even from a glance. Breasts so huge I wanted to grab them with both hands. So, during her briefing for the scrimmage opponent, I reached out. Instinctively. No thought involved.
* * *
This wasn't Jeong Hayoung's first spring camp, but it was the most uncomfortable of her pro career. Thanks to Han Jimin shaking up the team.
"Tch. Can't snag it. Am I getting old?"
More precisely, discord between the ace lefty and the starting catcher. Oh Yesul—decent hitter but infamous for her glove with holes—couldn't corral Jimin's pitches, so the prize lefty they'd signed for a title went dark from day one at camp.
Ridiculous stuff that'd burn Sajik Stadium if fans knew—but it was real. With the Jimin-Yesul battery busted, perennial backup Hayoung donned the mask.
'Great chance. Work hard.' The skipper's words after locking her as Jimin's dedicated catcher. Not starter status, but his starts meant one game a week.
"So don't slack on hitting drills. At least your D's better than mine."
"Y-yes! I'll do my best!"
Hayoung bowed ninety degrees to Oh Yesul, the team elder and vet.
Pairing with the lefty ace wasn't bad, but something felt off. Yesul's big-sister vibe saved her from real trouble. Hayoung wasn't clueless either. Still, camp was hectic: managing the ace, minding seniors, fixing her bat.
"Speaking of, why hasn't our maknae shown for drinks?"
"Maknae? Mess with him wrong and he nukes all our careers—you know that?"
"Fair point."
A male pitcher dominating pro 1G level—the lefty Minions fans craved. And more: Jimin was bigger as actor or singer than ballplayer. So even the Minions skipped rigid sunbae-hoobae hierarchy with him. No confidence to enforce it, with all the eyes on him.
Post-signing, execs flooded camp to watch him practice—chaos just days ago. Skipper and coaches drilled: Don't touch Jimin.
"Then Hayoung, you handle our maknae. I'm... uncomfortable."
"Yeah... age gap's like twenty years."
"Handsome guys fluster me."
"Cap, with that face? Totally."
"What?! For women, it's tits, tits!"
"Pfft, face matters too—or it's just fat blobs—Gah!!!"
Cleanup hitter Bae Chaewon giggled; Yesul pounced in mock rage.
"Variety shows? He didn't even seem human there."
"Still doesn't. His mound glare startles me."
"He's that hot."
Hayoung slipped away with her strategy notebook amid the chatter—up-all-night analysis on Incheon Landers hitters.
"I'll head out then."
"Where to?"
"Jimin requested it."
"Hitter reports? From analytics?"
"Y-yeah."
She dodged and hurried off. Her personal prep since camp start—not team stuff. Perfect timing: his scrimmage start announced, he asked for batter notes like hers.
"Landers as opponents, huh."
Last season, Busan Minions went 4-1-11 against Incheon Landers. Total kryptonite—especially at their home Mokdong, sub-.200 win rate. At least this scrimmage was at Sajik. Good for Jimin's debut.
"Mm..."
The distant male dorms. Jimin's pad, really. Three male Minions total, but two commuted—farm-level hacks for mascot and jersey sales, rarely seen in 1G. So this was Jimin's solo spot.
"I-I'm coming in."
Into the forbidden zone for women. Heart pounding as she briefed Landers prep...
"...Huh?!"
Quiet Jimin suddenly stood, hand shooting out. He grabbed her breast, marveling.
"So huge..."
Hayoung's response...
"R-right? W-want to touch more?"
Words slipped out; she gasped, averting eyes. First man touching her boobs—total flub.
* * *
"R-right? W-want to touch more?"
'...???' Instinct overrode; I groped without thinking. But Hayoung's reaction? Not what I expected. Normally, scream, slap, retreat. Instead, she subtly pushed forward.
'Gender reversal?'
Should be used to it, but nah. Or Genius Face (SS) effect? Even sans reversal, hot guys melt women's walls.
'Never felt it myself, though.'
Internet tales aplenty. Anyway, I squeezed her left tit hard. Not marshmallow—flesh bulged between fingers with pressure. Wild.
While kneading, other hand stroked her ass. Athlete—catcher butt—insane bounce through jeans.
"......"
Checked her face mid-grope. Light makeup or not, pretty. No match for Nayun or Ria—idol peaks—but top-tier civilian.
Two Minions targets this camp. One offering tits right here? No reason to just fondle.
"Hold your shirt up."
"H-huh...?"
Clueless, she gripped her tee. I buried my face in her cleavage, shoved her bra up, latched onto a nipple.
"Hngh?!"
She jolted back, startled. But soon, as I sucked eagerly, she whimpered helplessly.
Tormenting her nipple with slurps, I looked up.
"Ah, ahh... h-haa......"
Ragged breaths from her melted face. Any guy's dick would throb at the sight.