episode_0396

[South Korea hits rock bottom with a third consecutive defeat in the qualifiers against Turkey today.]

[Yes, it’s disappointing. However, even if we lost, we still have two more games left. South Korean players must not give up. If we secure 2 wins in the remaining matches, we can climb up sufficiently.]

[Currently, Russia and the Netherlands are our competitors, right?]

[That’s correct. If Russia loses to both Brazil and the Netherlands in their remaining matches, making them 1 win and 4 losses, and the Netherlands beats Russia and loses to us, resulting in 1 win and 4 losses, then if South Korea records 2 wins and 3 losses in the remaining matches against the Netherlands and Brazil, there is a possibility of advancing to the quarterfinals as the 4th place team.]

[…It won’t be easy, will it?]

[That’s right. It won’t be easy. However, our Taeguk Warriors can definitely do it. Didn’t they break through the qualifiers like a miracle when everyone thought it was impossible? We can do it! We need to stay strong!]

[The key seems to be the match against Brazil.]

[Correct. Brazil is a tough opponent. They are currently ranked 3rd in the world and have been undefeated in the group stage so far, but we must face them. Of course, even if we lose to Brazil but win against the Netherlands, resulting in 1 win and 4 losses, with three teams tied at 3 points, it’s still possible to advance based on goal difference, but winning is the priority.]

‘Why is this so complicated?’

She had heard a lot about how dangerous women’s volleyball could be from Hyuna. She complained enough to her seniors that there wasn’t a single decent person among them. Even so, she had hoped to do reasonably well in the Olympics, but with three defeats in the qualifiers leading up to today’s game, it was almost certain failure.

‘She did say she wanted to focus on sports.’

She was so dedicated to sports that she would focus solely on them even if someone who liked having sex was nearby… It was a bit pitiful. From what she saw, Hyuna seemed to be doing well, and the commentators kept praising her, so it seemed like she was not just good in her eyes but also in reality.

‘Sigh, should I try to cheer her up after all?’

– Me: Hey, are you okay? Good job in the game. You were doing great lol

– Asshole1: Who did you text to brag? Get lost -_-

– Me: I was just kidding about being in the news.

– Asshole1: Is that the same as this? Ugh… Damn, our team has no decent people.

– Me: It’s okay. We just need to win the remaining games to advance.

– Asshole1: Who are you kidding? I need to shower, so don’t text me -_-

Given the sharp tone of the conversation, it seemed like his mood was indeed quite sour.

‘Am I the only one who can help Hyuna after all?’

The only way an athlete can improve their mood is through victory. It was time for me to step up for Hyuna’s victory. The problem was, it wouldn’t be easy.

While I had slept with about four foreign women at this Olympics, meeting foreign women was actually not easy. There were prejudices against Asians, and my popularity was almost non-existent since baseball wasn’t popular in many countries.

During the last Asian Games, I gained some recognition by participating as a jockey, but this time at the Olympics, I couldn’t even find a spot due to competition from famous football players playing abroad, so teasing women from other countries turned out to be harder than I thought.

Fortunately, I knew some women from the last Asian Games or the athlete village, so it wasn’t difficult to have sex with them. However, I also had to train, so I didn’t have time to pursue women who weren’t interested after one attempt.

But now was the time for an adventure. For Hyuna, for the women’s volleyball team, for South Korea.

‘Phew, luckily there’s still some time before the quarterfinals. Otherwise, things could have gone really wrong.’

Chapter 8 fell on a well-timed rest day. It was fortunate that I had the time to intervene before Hyuna got eliminated. My target was Brazil, our next opponent. I immediately turned on my phone and checked the roster of Brazil’s women’s volleyball national team.

“Hmm, she’s not very attractive, but this one is quite good-looking and a candidate. Oh, her figure is a bit disappointing? She’s not one of those Westerners with prominent hips sticking out. …This won’t be easy, will it?”

A face worth looking at, a decent figure, and an ace player. Finding her wasn’t easy. Moreover, I couldn’t scrutinize in detail from just profile pictures, so while watching game footage, one caught my eye.

Tall, probably over 190 cm, spike speed likely exceeding 100 km/h, flexibility evident as her legs bent all the way to her waist when jumping, pleasing proportions, hair blending brown and gold, blue eyes, and even a skin tone resembling Latin descent. Furthermore, her face matched my style.

Personally, I found beauty in Westerners with broad foreheads and slightly protruding lower jaws, but my preference leaned towards softer jawlines like those of Asians, and she fit that bill perfectly.

Further research revealed she seemed like a rising star in the women’s volleyball scene at the age of twenty-three. Her name was Julianna.

“Damn, this is it.”

Her position was right-side hitter, also known as the opposite striker or ace position. She was exactly the woman I was looking for.

“No! Not a dark-skinned girl!”

“What? But she’s Hispanic?”

“All dark-skinned people are the same. Absolutely not. Are you going to mix with a pig just because you’re desperate?”

“What nonsense is this?”

Contrary to my expectations, Rosby strongly opposed. Nevertheless, there was room to push through. If she were completely Black, Rosby would have surely cursed and thrown a fit.

“Dark-skinned people are absolutely off-limits.”

“Well, she’s not even Black…”

Although I did feel a desire to pursue a beautiful Black person, I refrained from making a move fearing Rosby’s reaction.

“Mingling with dark-skinned individuals…”

“Mr. Rosby.”

“Yes?”

“Mr. Rosby, unfortunately, there’s no other choice. This is for the country.”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I don’t want to mix with dark-skinned individuals either. But for the sake of the nation, we sometimes have to do things we dislike. Oh, Mr. Rosby, you didn’t participate in the First World War, did you? You ran away, right?”

Provoking Rosby’s Achilles’ heel. The macho Rosby would usually flee upon hearing such talk. However, the timing had to be right, and now was the perfect moment to play this card.

“You were underage back then!”

“Weren’t you around twenty during the First World War?”

“… ”

“Mr. Rosby, this is for the nation! And what can you do if I decide to have sex with her?”

In truth, I didn’t need Rosby’s permission. If I wanted to have sex with a woman and she consented, what could he do?

“Mr. Rosby, I appreciate everything you’ve done, but please understand this time.”

“…Still, dark-skinned individuals are absolutely off-limits.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Well, there will come a day when I’ll be with a Black person. For now, I had subdued Rosby, and all that remained was meeting that woman.

The path ahead was bound to be challenging. Clearly, with her great style and beauty, she would attract many men. While her height might deter some, considering the tall individuals in each country’s Olympic teams, the chances were slim.

I couldn’t help but consider the worst-case scenario.

Nevertheless, it had to be done. The future of the women’s volleyball team rested in my hands.

Because I am the ‘Unsung Hero’ of the women’s volleyball team.

And a situation unfolded differently from my expectations. Even though I anticipated her to be a bit hesitant when I approached her with the help of Losby and started a conversation, I didn’t expect what happened next.

“[Are you Ji? I saw the news too. Haha, what’s up with Korea, holding press conferences and all that….]”

Her voice was filled with friendliness. Among the women I had met at the Olympic Village so far, she seemed to be the one showing curiosity towards me. Moreover, Brazilians speak Spanish or Portuguese, but she was fluent in English as well, which made communication quite fortunate.

“[Juliana?]”

“[It’s Huliana, not Juliana. But you seemed quite confident. Is that for real? I was quite impressed by your interview.]”

I had intended to tease her subtly, even considering mocking her a bit, but she was friendly towards me. The reason behind this was the press conference I had held.

My press conference within the village seemed to have stirred some attention. There weren’t many women who were this friendly when approached by an East Asian like myself, so it was evident from Huliana’s tone that she had an interest in me.

“[I could confirm if you’re telling the truth, you know?]”

“[Oh, confidence. I like confident men.]”

“[Do I seem like I’m lying?]”

“[Hmm, who knows? There are too many liars in front of me. I can’t tell unless I see it for myself.]”

Before coming to the Olympics, I had learned that South American women could be divided into two categories: those who value modesty due to their Catholic beliefs and those who are more outgoing and fun-loving. It seemed like Huliana belonged to the latter category.

“[You haven’t seen that story? Seven times in one night.]”

“[Oh, really. I’ve met many men so far, but many couldn’t perform well.]”

“[Were they inexperienced?]”

Upon my provocative words, she moves closer. Subtly, she touches my lower body. And as her hand brushes against me under my clothes, my manhood twitches at the sensation of her touch over my pants.

“[…Seems like it might not be a lie after all.]”

“[You know I’m still in preparation mode, right?]”

“[…Is this level of preparation?]”

“[You can expect more.]”

Curiosity fills her big eyes upon my words. Since we were of similar height, I could see her large pupils without tilting my head down. That blue-eyed gaze, wanting to know more about me, felt like being drawn into the eyes of a lioness eyeing its prey.

“[Looking forward to it. Are you free tonight? I prefer to enjoy things immediately.]”

“[Of course.]”

Huliana, fiery like a typical South American woman. Contrary to my worries, things were flowing smoothly. No more words were necessary. After exchanging glances, just as I was about to leave, Huliana spoke up one last time.

“[Hehe, actually, you’re quite famous among the female athletes. It’s not common for an athlete to speak like that at a press conference. Other women must have had their eyes on you. I’m lucky. I’ll be waiting in my room tonight. Come to A-dong 1102.]”

Her final words about many athletes having an interest in me. Until that article came out, I was the one making the first move, but hearing such words from her made me feel different.

‘Damn, why did the article have to come out so late.’

A sudden annoyance surged towards the journalist who released the article late. However, that annoyance soon turned into gratitude.

‘Was it Choi Sung-kyun? Thank you. Thanks to you, things are falling into place easily.’ The reason why things were progressing swiftly with Huliana without much hesitation could be attributed to the journalist Choi Sung-kyun from X-Catch who broke the story.

Feeling the need to break that fact, overwhelming gratitude washed over. It felt like I should give her a gift for meeting me.

“Do I really have to go see her once?”

I never thought things would resolve so easily, but I was grateful. And now, anticipation for tonight began to build.

How would she be on the bed after flying around the volleyball court? The match between Korea and Brazil is tomorrow afternoon. It was before our game started. I must send her away enough to affect her until then.

For South Korea, for Hyuna.