Children's Day Series (2)

The fastball slammed into the mitt with a sharp pop.

"Strike!"

My pitch painted the low outside corner, filling the zone completely. The count sat at 2-2. I'd thrown the exact same pitch just a few batters ago, but the idiot behind the plate had called it a ball and walked a runner onto first.

Two outs, man on first. He had speed, sure, but I didn't care. I was a lefty, and I had neither the talent nor the interest for pickoff throws.

I drew a slow breath. The batter in front of me was no pushover, and I'd nearly given up a game-tying hit the previous inning. I needed a moment to settle myself.

One side of the stands was screaming for a hit. The other was screaming for a strikeout. Time to give the fans what they wanted.

The ball cracked into the glove again.

"Strike three! You're out!"

"YEAAAAAH!"

The roar that erupted dwarfed even the ovation for the throw that had nailed the runner at the plate last inning.

"Lee Junseong!" "Lee Junseong!" "Lee Junseong!"

Park Ujin caught the ball and walked toward me.

"First save ball. Take good care of it."

"Thank you."

I still had the ball from my first win sitting at home.

"This is only the first win of the rivalry series. We've got tomorrow — no, all the way through Sunday. Don't let your guard down."

Gang Daeho was already encouraging the players as they headed for the dugout.

I had no idea when Go Junyong would be back, but for the time being, I'd be seeing plenty of this — finishing games with my own hands, right there on the mound.

Whether it was the new stimulation in her life or something else, Song Hyeonji's appetite for the things she used to do had faded. She'd announced a break from YouTube.

"He's taking forever to reply..."

She'd wanted to see Lee Junseong after the brilliant game he'd put on for Children's Day, but he'd already said he had plans. On top of that, he was supposedly spending the holiday with his family, which made it even harder to ask him to come meet her.

She'd at least texted to ask if he was having a good time, but his replies were slower than usual.

"Haa..."

He's not trying to put distance between us... right?

Her mood swung wildly from one day to the next, depending on how often he texted and how long the gaps ran. Before she knew it, the center of Song Hyeonji's life had shifted away from herself and over to Lee Junseong.

"Haaahn!"

Yu Suhyeon howled like an animal, her hips jerking up off the mattress before she collapsed in a heap.

"Haa... haa..."

"Nuna?"

She was panting hard, and I could feel the strength gone from her legs. I rolled my hips a few more times, then stopped. Thrusting into someone who'd already checked out felt too much like fucking a person who was asleep.

"We finally see each other after so long, and this is how it goes..."

"I'm sorry, Junseong— nngh!"

I pulled my cock out of her. I hadn't even finished.

"You know I only came three times today, right?"

"I know..."

"So today's a bust?"

"I'm sorry... I can't feel my legs."

Judging by her face, her head was a little foggy too.

"Haa..."

I stripped off the condom I hadn't even gotten to use properly and tossed it in the trash.

"Even accounting for you not being able to last, I wanted to come at least five times."

"I'm going crazy too. Why am I like this lately?"

"You already got off, so it doesn't matter to you, does it?"

"But you didn't get to finish with my body."

Yu Suhyeon let out a sigh.

"Just wait a little. I'll take care of you with my mouth."

"...Alright. Recover while I go wash up."

Getting me off with nothing but her mouth was not going to be easy. Did she not realize that? Or was she just saying it to get through the moment?

I wasn't about to put a cock filthy with cum and sweat in Yu Suhyeon's mouth, so I cleaned up properly and headed back to the bed.

She looked better than before, but she still hadn't fully recovered. When she saw me coming, she made the usual gesture — asking me to hold her — but I turned it down and lay on my side instead.

It was time to make a point. If she didn't start doing something for me, she could lose me. A woman used to receiving needed to be trained.

"What are you waiting for, nuna."

I lay back at my ease and told her to service me.

"Okay..."

Yu Suhyeon didn't even think to tie back her long hair. She slowly took my cock into her mouth.

Her blowjob technique had been getting better and better, but it was the visual that really did it — that beautiful body, that pretty face, working between my legs. The sight alone pushed my arousal higher.

I caught her head with one hand and held it in place. Part of it was wanting a proper look at her face. The rest was a quiet effort to deepen her sense of submission to me.

"Haa... does it feel good, Junseong?"

"Yeah. Keep going."

I was actually quite satisfied, but I kept my reaction flat. I wasn't about to let a blowjob settle the entire account.

"Schlurp... mmph."

Yu Suhyeon used spit and suction, sucking harder, more desperately. She must have read my mood at least a little — there was a new urgency in the way she worked.

"Haa..."

She pulled off for a moment, wrapping her hand around me and stroking while she caught her breath.

"You were doing fine. Why'd you switch to your hand?"

"This is harder than it looks... yours is so big, it's exhausting."

To be fair, her face always looked winded whenever she used her mouth on me. And honestly, those pretty hands wrapping around my cock felt pretty good. The problem was that this wasn't the time to just lie back and enjoy myself.

Yu Suhyeon quietly pulled a thick wad of tissues from the box beside the bed. I knew exactly what that meant. I had no intention of playing along.

"If it's too hard, I'll do it for you."

"What? Mm—!"

I sat up, grabbed Yu Suhyeon's head, and shoved my cock into her mouth.

"Watch your teeth. I'll handle the rest."

I started thrusting into her mouth as if it were her pussy.

"Mmph! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Mmmphh!"

Tears welled at the corners of Yu Suhyeon's eyes, her hands clamping down on my thighs. I peeled her hands off with one of mine and held her head with the other — a silent order not to resist.

Even then, I kept just enough distance so I wouldn't jam into her throat. There was a line I wasn't going to cross. Not yet.

"Nuna— nngh!"

The raw sense of conquest from using her mouth so roughly was too much. I came, hard.

I held her fast so she couldn't spit, waiting until I'd emptied every last drop.

"Khack—!"

The instant she was free of me, Yu Suhyeon spat the load onto the bed. It wasn't just what had filled her mouth — she was hacking up whatever had caught in her throat, gasping and sputtering for a long while.

"Haa... you can't just come in my mouth!"

"Your mouth felt too good, nuna."

I'd been hoping, privately, that she'd swallow. She didn't. I wasn't particularly angry, but still...

"I'm going to go brush my teeth."

Yu Suhyeon got up without even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cleaning the mess she'd spat onto the sheets.

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"Nuna. Next time, can we do it without a condom?"

"What?"

"No matter how good the condom is, it dulls the feeling, so I can't come as fast."

"But..."

She hesitated. In the past she might have gotten angry. Now she just wavered, maybe because she felt guilty that she hadn't been able to satisfy me.

"...Still no."

She wouldn't allow it.

"Let's keep working on finding our rhythm. You love me, so you can understand, right?"

"...If you don't want to, I guess that's that."

"Thank you! You'll hold me as soon as I get back from washing up, right?"

"Yeah."

Yu Suhyeon headed for the shower looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

I knew the truth. The reason she was reaching climax faster and faster, the reason she couldn't last on my cock, was that her feelings for me had grown that much deeper. There was no way my technique had improved that quickly. She was simply feeling it more.

But setting aside my frustration at not getting a proper release, the ongoing refusal to go bareback — and spitting out my cum tonight — were not things I could just let slide.

If she were just some woman, I'd understand. But my woman didn't get to be like that.

I'd already tasted what it was like to come raw, buried in a womb. I wasn't going to sit still for anything less.

This mattered even more because I wasn't treating Yu Suhyeon as a short-term sex partner. She was a woman I intended to keep for the long haul, which made this a problem that needed solving.

While she showered, I checked my phone.

A message from Song Hyeonji. I couldn't afford to neglect the twenty-year-old who'd given me her virginity. It was a hassle, but...

Hm?

I pulled up her YouTube channel and found the hiatus notice sitting there.

Good. Now I had the perfect pretext to go reassure Song Hyeonji.

I left Yu Suhyeon and headed straight for Song Hyeonji's place.

She hung up.

I knew showing up unannounced wasn't polite. Especially not when you were meeting a girl who put a lot of care into her appearance. Even so, I believed Song Hyeonji would come out for me anyway.

She appeared faster than I expected.

"You should've let me know you were coming!"

Song Hyeonji stepped out in a hat and a mask. Even covered up, that distinctive youthful freshness of hers didn't fade at all.

"Sorry, sorry."

"But what's going on all of a sudden?"

"I saw the post you put up on YouTube."

"YouTube...?"

"You said you were taking a break because you were sick. What is that supposed to mean? You didn't say a word to me."

"Well... I haven't been able to focus lately, and I need to study hard, so it's been a bit much. It's not like I'm actually sick or anything."

"...Thank god."

I let out a deep sigh, laying it on a little thick.

"I'm sorry. Were you worried?"

"Don't be sorry. Seeing you okay is all I needed."

I held out the snacks I'd brought as a gift.

"Here. If you're tired, eat something sweet and recharge. Get some real rest."

"Thank you, oppa."

Song Hyeonji's face was so small that the mask left almost nothing but her eyes, but I could feel the love in them all the same.

"Ah—"

I pulled her into a tight hug.

"It's a holiday and I still couldn't see you. It was killing me. Then I heard you were sick and I ran straight over. The whole way here my chest was tight thinking something might've happened to you."

"Thank you for worrying about me. I wanted to see you so badly too, oppa. I love you."

I held her even tighter.

Managing one woman was hard enough. Trying to handle two was starting to make my head hurt. How long would it take to bring them around — to get both of them into the same bed?

No need to rush. If I closed the distance slowly, a way would present itself.