378. Severance (6)

Haeun-nim, Hinami-nim, Ye-eun-nim,

were all women I had taught, women I had tamed.

But Soo-ah wasn’t my fault.

“Please wait a moment.”

While I hesitated to answer, she disappeared upstairs with light, quick steps.

And before long, she came back downstairs wearing a baseball uniform with my marking on it.

“How is it? This is a manager’s uniform I bought a while back.”

“Why did you buy something like this?”

“Back then, you were doing so well, Manager-nim, so I bought it out of fandom.”

The memory from back then, which I thought I had already forgotten.

Wearing the clothes symbolizing my diligent past, unlike my current self, she sat beside me and leaned her head on my shoulder.

“If only you, Manager-nim, had been here this year, we would have really won the championship.”

“We got crushed four games to none, what difference would one person make?”

“You lost after blowing the lead three times. If our Kang Joo-hyuk player had been there, wouldn’t you have won them all?”

“Don’t you remember me getting hit by a three-run homer and pulled from the game in my retirement match?”

“That was… the manager was crazy, wasn’t he?”

The end of my baseball career, which I had been forcing myself to forget, came back to me.

Game 1 of the semi-playoffs, pitched 2 innings, got the win.

Game 2, pitched 1.1 innings, team lost.

Game 3, pitched 1 inning, team lost.

Game 4, pitched 0.2 innings, got a hold.

Game 5, pitched 2.1 innings, got a save.

Honestly, back then, I felt like the main character of the world, and when I caught the final double play, the roar of the crowd chanting my name felt like my brain was melting.

Dopamine flooded my system, so I barely even felt the pain in my shoulder; I was just happy and preparing for the next series.

My performance in the playoffs, after all that struggle, wasn’t bad either.

Game 1, pitched 1 inning, team lost.

Game 2, pitched 1 inning, team lost.

Game 3, pitched 3 innings, team won.

Game 4, pitched 1.2 innings, got the win.

…Game 5, pitched 2.2 innings, took the loss.

No one blamed me for giving up a three-run homer in the top of the ninth.

They were cursing out the crazy manager, that son of a bitch butcher, for grinding down the rookie who threw 145 kph until he was throwing 135 kph.

I had been picking fights with inside pitches, so much so that even fans from other teams who hated me were comforting me.

…That was the last attention I received as a baseball player,

and after that, while I might have received pity, I received neither love nor criticism.

Until I got tangled up with them.

“Still, I got ground down like a dog back then, and now I live like this. It was worth getting ground down this much.”

“Pffft, what are you talking about, Manager-nim?”

“Baseball or anything else, it’s all just a means, not the end goal. And getting cursed out for throwing a beanball feels a bit better than getting cursed out for touching an idol.”

“You really like getting cursed at, don’t you, Manager-nim?”

“I can tolerate insults born out of envy.”

Because of that past, I chose this path,

and because I chose this path, I arrived at the current outcome.

Having three of the most beautiful wives in the world,

and meeting three of the cutest children in the world, a blessed man.

“Then is it okay for me to curse at you too, Manager-nim?”

“Why?”

“You’re a piece of trash who used and discarded someone cute like me, Manager-nim.”

…And on top of that,

a piece of trash who even laid hands on a close senior’s niece.

“Hmm, but you seduced me, didn’t you?”

“That’s, well…, anyway, I was a virgin….”

“So? You knew who I was dating and still came onto me.”

“But you didn’t tell me you were suddenly selling the gym and going to Japan. When I saw the exposé on Instagram, I thought you’d just take the criticism and stand tall.”

“I don’t care, but the kids are the problem.”

“…I wasn’t planning on getting pregnant, was I?”

“If you… too, then someday you’ll have to face your uncle.”

“If I were as pretty as Hinami or Jia, you still would have touched me, wouldn’t you?”

“That’s not the issue.”

I couldn’t promise a future to Soo-ah.

It wasn’t about liking or disliking her, but a practical problem.

Even if I ruined Haeun’s, Jia’s, or Hinami’s futures, they could live their entire lives off what they’ve already built.

But the moment I cut off Soo-ah’s future, I couldn’t guarantee hers.

She doesn’t have overwhelmingly large breasts like Haeun,

nor the charisma that made Jia so popular,

and she isn’t as devastatingly cute and beloved as Hinami.

I, already struggling just to raise three children, couldn’t take responsibility for her life as well.

“It’s okay, anyway. I wasn’t planning on getting pregnant either….”

“…I can’t get you pregnant anyway. I had the snip.”

“That’s what I’m saying. …It’s okay if we just enjoy ourselves, right?”

…But,

Can’t I give some fan service to a fan who liked me?

“…Take it off for me. You must have been pent up for a while too, Manager-nim.”

Even if I couldn’t love her,

I could hold her.

“…Since we’re just enjoying ourselves anyway….”

…Even if I couldn’t take responsibility for a lifetime,

I could play with her during a short break.

“….”

Soo-ah’s face flushed beet red.

I slowly unbuttoned the uniform she was wearing.

As I took off her clothes and grasped the uniform with my name and number marking, her petite beige bra and flat stomach caught my eye.

…Maybe it was because I’d been seeing exaggerated figures so much lately, but her ordinary body seemed unexpectedly alluring.

“Um, Manager-nim. I’ll take off the rest down here.”

“Don’t.”

“…Okay.”

Stopping her as she hastily stood up, embarrassed, I slowly removed her plain shorts as well.

Her small, soft buttocks met my hand, and at the same time, her body trembled.

This shy reaction was surprisingly fresh and enjoyable.

Those other girls… they squeeze me dry whenever they feel like it.

“Um, it’s not great, is it? My body….”

“It’s pretty.”

“Still, all the time-“

“That’s one thing, this is another. …If you were ugly to begin with, who would have watched your broadcasts?”

“…I suppose that’s true.”

I removed her underwear too, offering praise, and led her to my bedroom.

The lonely room, where no one had set foot for a while.

I laid her on the bed, so clean it was almost eerie, then threw off my own clothes and climbed on top of her.

“Um, Manager-nim. Foreplay….”

“What nonsense are you talking about when you’re already soaking wet?”

“…I’m sorry.”

Her skin, still with a hint of baby fuzz.

She wasn’t actually that wet, but as I squeezed her relatively small breasts and thrust my tip in, she became moist, just as I’d said.

…At least the masochistic tendencies remain unchanged over time.

Then again, the other girls got pregnant and they haven’t changed, so why would she be any different?

“Like you said, I haven’t had sex in a while, so bear with it. Got it?”

“…Okay.”

“Scratch me, hit me, claw me, heck, you can even choke me. It’s all fine. …But I won’t listen if you tell me to pull out.”

“……Okay….”

…If she had changed,

she wouldn’t have come this far.

She wouldn’t have gone out of her way to dig out a uniform that was probably gathering dust in a corner of her family home.

“Nngh……♡”

After not fucking her for months,

she wouldn’t have let out a bitchy sound like this right away,

“Ah…, ugh, Manager-nim….”

“Yeah.”

“…I, I don’t mind if you… crush my womb…, just do whatever you want… take my clothes……♡”

…As soon as I thrust into her,

she wouldn’t have tightly wrapped her legs around me and begged me to stimulate her clit.

“Ooh…, Ooh-oh-oh……♡ Ugh……, Hehehe……♡”

…This crazy bitch

was always this kind of masochistic bitch.

I didn’t teach her,

I didn’t tame her,

I didn’t make her submit.

…She was just

a woman who would have been like this even without me.

“Ngh…, ngh…, Eugh……♡”

She started having sex chats online in college because she couldn’t control her libido.

A woman who got caught by a senior with a big, rough-looking dick and was fucked like a dog.

“……Kek, Khek…♡ Haa…ak…♡”

…If it hadn’t been me.

She would have been used excessively, discarded, and possibly gang-raped.

I was the one who fished that pitiful girl out.

So,

there was no need to feel guilty.

Kwoong, Kwoong.

Pressing against my cock, which hadn’t been used for sex or masturbation in a long time, I vigorously scratched inside her, who had only been masturbating for a while.

It sounded like I was scratching her vocal cords rather than her vaginal walls, filling the room with sounds of intense scratching,

and likewise, her scratches left marks all over my back.

My sweat and her sweat mingled and soaked into the bed,

and my semen and her love juice mixed and flowed somewhere.

Thus, mingling flesh all day until her womb felt crushed, I unleashed all the sadism I hadn’t released for over half a year onto her,

“Hee……♥ Hee…, Hehehe……♥”

…Leaving handprints on her neck.

Hickeys on her collarbone.

Bruises on her breasts.

Staring down at her, covered in countless marks like graffiti, I squeezed out every last drop of my semen into her.

Since I’d had the snip anyway, it wouldn’t even happen.

No need to take responsibility, nothing.

**

A few weeks later.

With my wives returned, I was exhausted, suffering from the stress of childcare.

Put one to sleep, another wakes up; put two to sleep, one wakes up – literally hell on earth.

We even started setting up watches to take care of them, which finally allowed me to get some decent sleep.

Enduring like that, the day Soo-ah was supposed to leave drew closer.

But,

“Um…, Manager-nim.”

“Yeah. What is it?”

“Um, I was supposed to go back soon because the semester starts, but since it’s online, I don’t think I need to. So, about that….”

“Yeah.”

“…My pe, period hasn’t come, what should I do?”

“What?”

“Did you perhaps have a vasectomy… and stop masturbating altogether…?”

…Soo-ah, too,

was not scheduled to go back.

Somehow,

it turned out that way.