First All-Star Game (5)

"Why wasn't that an out just now? He caught the ball."

"It came off the wall. Anything that hits the fence is a hit — same ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as if it touches the ground."

"That's weird."

Yu Suhyeon had come home from work and was watching Seoul Dragons highlights with her baseball-obsessed younger brother, peppering him with questions about the rules.

"Hold on — the ball hit the dirt first. Why are they waving it off?"

"Even if it hits the ground first, if it never clears the infield and rolls across the line, it's a foul. Every time."

"This is way too complicated."

At last, Lee Junseong appeared in the highlight reel.

"Those numbers at the bottom of the screen — those are a big deal, right?"

"A big deal? Those stats don't even make sense."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't think there's a single pitcher on our team better than Lee Junseong."

"For real? Then why is he only throwing a few innings at a time?"

"He's a rookie, I guess. They'll move him into the starting rotation eventually."

Her brother walked her through it with surprising patience.

Junseong really is something else.

Yu Suhyeon found it strangely delightful, watching her own little brother praise the man she was dating.

If they ever found out I was seeing him, the whole family would lose their minds.

She hadn't told them yet. But she believed that someday, she would.

"Holy shit. She's gorgeous."

Her brother's eyes had locked onto the stands, where Song Hyeonji sat holding up Lee Junseong's jersey, and he let out a low whistle of appreciation.

"Lee Junseong's... popular, huh."

"He's got every reason to be. But girls like that? Most of them just follow the players around."

"They follow the players?"

"They don't even watch the game. They just chase the young, good-looking guys around like they're idols. The baseball scene's been crawling with them lately."

Her brother wasn't one of Song Hyeonji's subscribers. He'd judged her on her face alone.

"So do they actually date the players?"

"No chance. They're just regular people. A guy that famous? He's going to end up with a celebrity or an announcer."

"...Is that right."

There was some exaggeration in what he'd said, but Yu Suhyeon had only his words to go on. The phrase regular people landed on her as if it were talking about her, and it left a sour taste she couldn't quite shake.

"If it were me, I'd hit girls like that up and every single day I'd—"

Yu Suhyeon smacked him across the back of the head.

"Don't be disgusting."

"What did I even say!"

There was more than a lesson in the force of that slap. Other feelings had gone into it too.

Yu Suhyeon picked up her phone and checked whether Lee Junseong had written back. He was running late again today.

"Put it in slowly."

This was always the best part. I was already poised at the entrance of her soaked pussy, ready to push in, and Kim Seoa wore that peculiar expression — anticipation tangled up with unease. It was one of the loveliest faces a woman could make.

"Hngh—!"

I eased my cock into her, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. No matter who I slept with, no matter how many times, that first stretch of penetration was never going to be easy.

"Breathe through it."

Watching a woman wince was a pleasure all its own, but the ones who'd given themselves to me deserved a measure of care. I held still, giving Kim Seoa's pussy time to get used to the size of me.

"You're insane... I'm so full. It's not even all the way in..."

"You like it this big, noona? I've heard some women can't stand it."

"I love it. And if a guy can work his hands the way you do, Junseong, I don't think any woman would complain."

"That right?"

I stroked her hair.

"When I get a chance to sleep with a woman like you, I'd better do it properly."

"...Whatever girl ends up dating you has to be the luckiest person alive."

For a moment, Kim Seoa seemed to think of her fiancé. If you looked at it honestly, any man a calculating woman like her had chosen for herself would have plenty going for him even if he couldn't satisfy her in bed. The money was one thing, but he was probably devoted in his own way. The fact that she'd locked eyes with me and let things go this far was, more likely than not, something she'd done in a fit of spite.

"Ah—!"

I started to move my hips, concentrating, hunting for the right angle. My goal tonight was to inject a permanent hunger for me into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Kim Seoa's body and her heart alike.

"Haaah! Nnh—!"

Every time I pushed in, a wet, filthy sound answered me, and braided together with Kim Seoa's moans it was almost musical. She was already starting to tremble, her whole body rocking with it. The outfit was something else, sure — but the sight of a smiling, on-camera announcer coming apart this vulgarly was a genuine spectacle.

"You treated me like a kid, and now you're already falling apart? Weren't you the one asking if I was a virgin?"

"Ah—! It feels too good, I can't help it! Nnh... I didn't know you were this good."

"It's not me. It's what I'm packing."

"No — you're fucking amazing! I'm losing my mind. Aah!"

She was worked up enough now that the profanity was slipping out. I adjusted, driving up into her as if I were lifting my cock from the inside, and her reactions went wild. I'd found it. The perfect angle.

"Noona— I love this too. Your pussy feels incredible."

I'd been taking my time with her, but I wanted to sink into the pleasure myself. I set aside the courtesy you owe a woman being split open by something this size and just started slamming my hips.

"Haaah! Junseong, I like it too... I love you! Aah!"

The confession came out of nowhere, and underneath it I felt the orgasm building.

"I'm gonna come, noona."

"Nnh—! ...Give me all of it!"

She was so far gone on the pleasure she'd forgotten about birth control entirely — she didn't even tell me to pull out. But if I actually finished inside her, the crash afterward might make her furious. A promise was a matter of trust. And besides — I'd never actually come on a woman's body before. I was quietly looking forward to it. I'd finished inside Song Hyeonji, and I'd used a condom with Yu Suhyeon.

I pulled out at the last second, and my cock erupted.

Whoa...

I'd known from the condoms that I came more than most men. Seeing it land on a woman's skin was something else entirely.

"You're unbelievable..."

My white cum painted a map across Kim Seoa's body. My cock had been right above her pussy — if I'd angled it up even a little, it would have reached her face. It came in five separate pulses, fouling her stomach, her breasts, all the way up to her throat.

"Hah... hah... Junseong. You are actually human, right?"

"More or less."

The stamina that came with the Baseball Immortal's blessing had clearly left the human range behind.

"That was the best, noona."

"You were."

I brushed my fingers across her flushed cheek, and she closed her eyes and nuzzled into my palm like it felt good. No matter how old she was, a woman who'd fallen for a man's cock was nothing more than a cute little girl.

"We're not done, though. Right?"

"You came that much and you still want more?"

"With you? I could go ten rounds."

"Hah... you animal."

She gave my shoulder a playful slap.

"I'm going to rinse off. Wait here."

Kim Seoa reached for the tissues on the nightstand and started wiping the cum away. There was so much of it she had to keep pulling more.

"A real man cleans this off for her. That's just manners."

"Got it."

I wasn't an idiot, but watching her clean my cum off her own body was too good a sight to interrupt. I watched her walk to the shower, and the view from behind — that line, that solid, generous ass I'd barely been able to appreciate from the front — had me hard again before she'd even turned on the water.

I sat there listening to the spray, growing more restless by the second, until I realized I wasn't going to last.

"What the— why are you coming in?"

"Noona..."

She shut the water off and covered her breasts and her pussy with both hands, suddenly shy about being looked at so directly.

"Let's wash together. I'll do it for you."

I pulled her hands away and wrapped her up in my arms.

"Oh, for God's sake..."

She grumbled, but she squeezed body wash into her palm anyway.

"I'll wash you first."

She wrapped her fingers around my erection and worked up a lather, stroking me.

"It's already this big... I can't even close one hand around it."

She used both hands, sliding them up and down my cock like she was jerking me off.

"Hah... noona."

I pushed her hands away and rinsed the soap off fast.

"What are you— ah!"

I caught her by the waist and spun her around to face the wall.

"I can't wait for the bed."

I held her there, made her look at herself in the shower mirror, gripped her ass, and lined myself up.

"Nnh— you're just going to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠put it in? Kyaah—!"

I shoved into her pussy without another second of hesitation. I rolled my hips and drank in the view — that beautiful body from behind, and her face in the glass, flickering between the two. This time there was no courtesy at all. I fucked her pussy the way you'd use a toilet. This was the picture I'd wanted from the start.

"It goes in so much easier than before. Did just touching my cock get you this wet?"

I let the cruelty out — one hand sinking into that big ass, the other palming her breast, both of them squeezing hard.

"Ah—! ...That's too rough."

"You're still dripping, though. Sounds like you want it rougher."

"That's not— haaah!"

When a woman's mouth and her body tell different stories, you believe the body. I kept slamming into her.

"Noona— hah..."

"Mmph—! Mmph...!"

I pounded her without mercy until I felt it coming again. She was crying out so loudly I had to clap a hand over her mouth.

"Hngh—!"

I let go of her mouth in the same instant I pulled out. Her last ragged breath burned hot against my palm. I'd learned something from the first round — I finished across her back and her ass, two pulses each. I hadn't managed to come on her face last time, but there was no saving her long hair. The cum found it anyway.

"Hah..."

I let out a sigh like a man who'd just taken a long piss, then slapped my cock against her ass to shake off what was left. Kim Seoa, already handled like a dog, didn't even pretend to be offended. If I kept going like this...

"Only the second time and I came that much. Your body's too pretty, noona. I'll wash you off."

"Hah..."

Her legs were unsteady — she'd climaxed at least once in the middle of it. I felt a flicker of guilt for not letting her sit in that orgasm, for just keeping her pinned and fucking her through it like an animal. It didn't stop me. I washed her down without ceremony, the way you'd hose off a car, rinsed myself off just enough, and stepped out.

Kim Seoa hung up, her voice still sharp with irritation.

"If you're already fighting like that, what's it going to look like later?"

I pulled her against me where she lay at my side.

"He calls out of nowhere and kills the whole mood."

"Not the most considerate guy, is he. Doesn't even know how a woman feels."

I said it while stroking her ass. The foreplay had been finished. All I'd needed to do was put it in — and then her fiancé had called. I'd told her to pick up, just because I thought it would be entertaining.

"A noona with a body like this... if a man can't satisfy her, he doesn't deserve to be loved."

"Right... this isn't my fault, is it?"

"You haven't done a single thing wrong."

She looked up at me with faintly sad eyes. I felt a twinge of pity for the fiancé. I had no intention of stopping. A bride-to-be in heat needed soothing, and I was more than happy to provide it.

"Junseong. You need to punish me until I can't think about anything. You understand?"

"That was the plan."

I'd somehow become the prescription for her marriage blues — a sedative that only worked for a moment, with one hell of a hangover attached.

"Haaah!"

I pushed into her and settled into the position best designed to ruin a woman. The mating press. From above, I slammed my cock down into her like a man possessed.

"Aah! Haaah! Aaaaah!"

The sounds coming out of her were pain and pleasure twisted together. No matter how well I found the angle, I was punching her cervix on every stroke. It had to hurt.

"Noona... this feels so good. Nnh—"

Her pretty legs hooked over my shoulders, my hands locked on her ass, driving into her — the satisfaction was total.

"Ahhh... ah, fuck, that's so good. Nnhhh—!"

Kim Seoa had forgotten her profession entirely. She was sobbing now, swearing through it.

"Listen to you. So vulgar."

I kept rolling my hips and smiled down at her, perfectly at ease.

"Hngh—! I don't care! Your cock feels so fucking good, ah—!"

She grabbed my ass with both hands and begged me to fuck her harder. I kept driving into her through those raw, broken moans, and the orgasm rose up again.

"Noona... I'm gonna—"

"Nnh—! Hold on, just a little longer!"

She pulled me in even harder.

"Haaaaaah!"

Her hips jerked up off the bed and she screamed. This time I got to watch it properly — the climax I hadn't let her finish last round, written all over her.

"Noona... me too— nngh!"

I yanked out in a hurry. Her eyes were half-gone, unfocused, and I didn't waste the opening. I brought my cock to her face, and she didn't even have the presence of mind to turn away. The same impossible amount of cum as before painted that sultry, wrecked face from forehead to chin.

"Ah..."

She made a faint, helpless sound once she understood what had happened, but her body was completely slack. She wasn't in any condition to complain about a facial.

"...You look good like this."

The aftermath of an orgasm — body limp, pupils blown, so much cum on her face she could barely open her eyes. It was a sight her fiancé would never see in his life. If she'd let me, I would have taken a picture.

"There's still some left."

I brought my cock to her mouth. To my surprise, she didn't resist at all. She cleaned off what was left.

"Mmph—! Mmph..."

Three orgasms had left Kim Seoa with no strength in her body at all. I used her mouth the way I'd used her pussy, fucking her throat, lining up to finish there.

"Mmph—"

"Don't spit."

I made sure she couldn't. On the last stroke I pushed as deep as her throat would take me and came.

"Hah..."

I pulled out slowly, savoring it.

"Gulp."

Good girl. She made a show of swallowing, loud enough that I could hear she'd followed the order.

"Open up, noona."

"Ah..."

She parted her lips, then stuck out her tongue, showing me she'd taken every drop.

"Good."

I stroked her hair the way you'd pet a dog, then pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Junseong..."

"What is it?"

"What if I just... didn't get married?"

"What?"

I hadn't seen that coming.

"No. You need to think about your future."

"..."

I was flattered she'd say it. I had no intention of making her call off a wedding.

"So you won't sleep with me anymore?"

"That's entirely up to you, noona."

"You bastard..."

She pinched my thigh.

"Think about what you'll do if you want me to keep loving you. Do that, and I'll fuck you again. Sooner or later."

"...Fine."

When her head was clear she was a smart woman. I trusted she wouldn't disappoint me. A desire took root in me then — to take the women I actually loved and make them like this. Like Kim Seoa.

She had a hell of a body. But she was a slut who'd just committed what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was, for all intents and purposes, adultery with me. She was disqualified. No matter what happened from here, she would never receive my genuine affection.

No need to get impatient. And the thought occurred to me that indulging in a special meal like this every now and then wouldn't be so bad.