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“Why did you call me again?”

“Do we need a reason to call each other? I just called.”

For a few days after having sex with Hyuna, even though she pretended to dislike it, she always came running when I called.

“In uniform?”

Hyuna in uniform. I had seen her a lot since elementary school, but whenever I saw her in a uniform with tight-fitting pants clinging to her large hips and thighs, and the fluttering armpits visible under the uniform top, my heart always raced.

Although Hyuna looked good in school uniform or casual clothes, athletes shine the most when they play sports. It was nice to have Hyuna squirming under me, but seeing her in a uniform commanding the volleyball court was the most beautiful sight.

And devouring Hyuna in that uniform meant devouring a high school volleyball superstar with an unparalleled status compared to me. Hyuna in uniform was that special.

“…I was in training….”

Indeed, as Hyuna said, it seemed like her uniform was soaked in sweat from hard training. Her large chest stood out with sweat. …Huh?

Did she not wear a sports bra today? It was big, but it shouldn’t have stood out that much under the volleyball uniform, right?

“You were so good that you skipped training? And you didn’t even wear a sports bra for that… Are you expecting something?”

“Shut up!”

Despite pretending to be annoyed while blushing, Hyuna couldn’t hide her expectations from me. Just by seeing her come running even during training, it seemed unnecessary to explain how much Hyuna was anticipating.

“What are you doing! …Hey?”

Approaching her, I grabbed Hyuna’s buttocks tightly, causing her to raise her voice before lowering it, realizing we were in a classroom. Well, a few months ago, she would have slapped me for doing this…

“Why? I felt your butt was tense, so I wanted to massage it a bit.”

“Ugh. It’s, it’s fine…”

Her buttocks felt both large and firm yet soft, with a unique texture. The sensation of being able to bury my fingers in them, but once I went too far, her buttocks would push my fingers out. Then, Hyuna’s hand, which was smooth but had hardened calluses, was placed on top of mine.

“Stop that…”

Hyuna said, fidgeting with her hand, looking embarrassed. But who would stop here? Such a person isn’t a man.

I slowly moved my hand to the most embarrassing part of Hyuna. The warm heat emanating from there…

“What’s this? It’s already wet?”

“I-It’s, it’s not! It’s sweat…. That’s all!”

“Oh, really? Shall we check?”

This time, I put my hand through Hyuna’s uniform pants. Due to exercise, even the skin of her buttocks was moist. As I felt the dampness of her skin, Hyuna only held my wrist without forcefully pushing it away until I put my hand between her buttock cleft.

Taking confidence from Hyuna’s attitude, I slowly, slowly passed through the cleft and inserted my finger into where her pussy was. The moist and soft sensation of her pussy. What soaked my finger inside wasn’t just sweat.

“Huh? Is it sweaty here too?”

“Uh!”

“Tell me. Is it sweaty here too?”

“I-I don’t know!”

As I pulled my finger out, it was accompanied by a thick liquid rather than calling it sweat.

“Look. Is this sweat?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Hyuna frowned, blushing. Cute. Wanting to embarrass her more, I brought my finger close to my nose.

“Sniff, sniff,”

The mixture of sweat and pussy scent emitted a tangy smell, but it wasn’t particularly repulsive. At this moment, that scent was more fragrant than any perfume, stimulating my cock.

“Byeon, you pervert! Why are you taking that on?”

“Why? Because of sweat? Isn’t it normal to smell a bit of sweat? But it’s a bit strong. Should I buy you deodorant?”

“Ugh!”

Hyuna glared at me angrily, her eyes seemed to be watery from how upset she was. It was something I couldn’t have imagined a few months ago, being able to torment Hyuna, who stood close to 180cm tall in drag queen style.

“I was actually hurt by Hyuna’s cold words.”

But that was all in the past now. Hyuna was now speechless at my words. Seeing her like that made me feel like my hidden malice was awakening.

“How did I end up making this arrogant and shameless girl whine under me?”

It had only been a few months, but the memory of that day vividly resurfaced. The memory of the day I signed with Rosby and started picking up girls…

*

“You damn yellow peach! Stop fooling around and come sign a contract with me! Can these damn yellow monkeys not understand what I’m saying?”

Ever since I went to the Youth Baseball World Cup as a pitching ball player, this damn ghost had been haunting me.

“Shut up! And what era are we in for you to call me a yellow monkey?”

“Just shut up. Damn it, how did this monkey pick up my bat? Damn monkeys. Damn it.”

This ghost who claimed to be Rossby’s captain kept harassing me relentlessly, even during practice.

“Hey! Jimangho! You idiot! Aren’t you paying attention?”

“Sorry, coach!”

“You got us into trouble because of you!”

“Hehehe. What do you know. If you don’t listen to me, you’ll follow me like this for the rest of your life.”

Rossby’s claim was simple. By signing with him, he would help me become the best right-handed hitter and second baseman through sensory sharing. As a perennial candidate player, it wasn’t a bad deal from my perspective. But the problem was…

“We share senses during sex. I may forget everything else, but I can’t forget sex. After starving for 50 years, do you understand my desire to even pick up a damn yellow monkey?”

Sensory sharing during sex. I hadn’t tried it yet, but being someone with very normal tastes, if someone shared my senses while having sex, I probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. It also felt somewhat repulsive.

Ah. Why did this ghost have to attach itself to me? How great would it have been if Stan Musical, known as the gentleman of the field, had taught me baseball.

“Stan Musical? That bastard was born at the right time. If I were a baseball player back then, Marilyn Monroe would have been mine. Hehehe.”

Listening to this person made me feel vulgar. Then, a white object flew quickly towards me.

“Ahh!”

“Jimangho! What have you been doing since earlier! Can’t you focus? That’s why you’re a perennial candidate! This guy can’t even concentrate during training?!”

“Sorry, coach!”

“That’s enough. Get out!”

At the coach’s words, I had no choice but to leave the field after receiving a scolding. Of course, it was my fault for not concentrating, but the coach was particularly strict with me.

Was it all because I became an orphan? Until middle school, I was quite a renowned shortstop in the region. So, I could receive a scholarship and get into Korea Sports High School, a prestigious sports school that had just been established.

However, on the day of the high school entrance ceremony, the car that my family was riding in to attend the ceremony got into an accident. I ended up taking a year off due to injuries, but my parents passed away in that traffic accident.

And everything changed. Lee Ki-cheol, the coach of Hanche High School (Korean Sports High School), was a conservative coach who exposed rural origins.

Our house wasn’t particularly wealthy, so the only inheritance left for me was barely enough to buy baseball equipment. In the midst of all this, there was no money to pay for tuition.

From then on, hellish days began. Whenever I went into defense, first basemen started making errors continuously. At first, I thought there was a problem with my throws as the coach said. Actually, I couldn’t show the performance I displayed in middle school due to the aftereffects of the accident.

Ah! So this is what high school level is like. I need to work harder. …I thought. But later, a senior first baseman who had entered university came to find me.

“Mang-ho. I’m sorry. The coach said if he accepts your throws, he won’t recommend you for university. I couldn’t do anything about it either.”

But it was already too late. Unable to digest even defensive training, the coach, in order to improve my defense, tormented me by hiring a coach for endless fielding practice. By then, my mental state had already collapsed, and I couldn’t properly defend. Although I had some potential in batting, I couldn’t participate in games because of my poor defense.

So I lost my batting sense and ended up as a perennial candidate for a batting ball pitcher. After becoming a batting ball pitcher, I was subjected to verbal abuse from the coach and ignored by juniors and peers, causing me to lose all my confidence, self-esteem, and everything.

If my deceased parents could see me like this, they would be shocked, wouldn’t they? Until the accident, I was a confident and lively son… Whether the accident ruined my life, the coach ruined my life, or choosing baseball ruined my life.

“Hey, stop thinking like that. You’re already being watched these days. It’ll just make you more depressed.”

These days, even at school, it seemed like the scholarship they gave me was wasted as they kept watching me closely. If the next training session is like this, I’ll probably be expelled soon.

I’ve only learned baseball, what should I do? Should I listen to Rosby’s words after all? But will playing baseball like that really make me happy? If I become good at baseball through a contract, how is it different from using drugs?

My deceased parents always told me. Even if you live without it, keep your conscience in your heart.

“What nonsense are you talking about? You play baseball to make money. You freaking yellow peach. Baseball isn’t as noble as you think!”

“Sir, please be quiet!”

“Ji Mang-ho. Are you slacking off again? The baseball team has it easy. They can rest like this.”

While sitting on the bench contemplating my future, the captain of the women’s volleyball team, Choi Hyun-a, approached me. With a height of 180cm, black hair tied in a ponytail, she had fox-like eyes and fair skin. She was a woman with a sturdy nose. Moreover, she was currently wearing a sports bra, so her chest wasn’t noticeable, but it was at a knife-like level.

Embarrassingly, shall I call her my first love? Since elementary school, we attended the same school and followed the elite sports course, so we had our own stories and got along. Moreover, since she also took a year off due to injury, we had something in common.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to answer?”

No, I thought I did. But her cold tone made me realize the difference between her and me. She was a superstar in the upcoming women’s volleyball world as a candidate setter for the adult national team, while I was a perennial candidate for a batting ball pitcher in the weak Hanche High School baseball team.

Still, having her around helped me endure this school life. Even though she was cold to me, seeing Hyun-a’s face was my only healing time.

“Nongddeangi. What’s going on here?”

“What’s going on. I just came to watch how the baseball club trains.”

“You didn’t come to see me?”

“What nonsense! Just train! If you keep fooling around like that, you’ll be a pussy for years.”

“I just took a break as the coach suggested.”

“What kind of consideration is that.”

Hyuna left coldly after leaving her words behind.

“That girl looks pretty good. For a yellow monkey, she’s worth a shot. Go get her. Then I’ll tell you everything. There was a tall girl among the yellow monkeys.”

“Shut up!”

Does Rosbi directly observe Hyuna having sex?

“Ah, more, more!”

“Hyuna. How do you feel? Enjoying it?”

“Yeah. That’s it, you yellow monkey! Damn, stimulate my clit more, you fucking bastard! And who uses force so ignorantly. Both with a bat and a dick, no technique! Technique is important, you fucking yellow monkey!”

…I can’t let that happen. Just imagining having sex with Hyuna made my lower body heavy.

Damn. What am I doing, imagining this? I should be training.

I picked up a bat and walked behind a quiet warehouse. This warehouse, where no one looked for me, was my only practice place where I could practice batting without being disturbed while also unable to play defense at the place where the baseball club was visible.

I placed my phone near the glass window of the warehouse and pressed the record button for the video. Since there was no one watching, I had to check my form by myself like this.

“Look at your swing mechanics. That’s why the coach doesn’t use you. Your shoulders open too quickly!”

“Tsk tsk. Catch the ball all the way! Ahh! It’s frustrating. You fucking yellow monkey! How long do I have to watch your stupid swing? If you just sign with me, I’ll teach you the optimal hitting form for you. No, if you try my swing form with shared senses, you will realize that the baseball you’ve been playing so far has just been kids’ play.”

“This fucker! Can’t swing for shit. My eyes are rotting! Even if I were alive, watching your swing would make me go crazy and drop dead.”

“Ah! Shut up! I need to focus!”

“Focus my ass. Practicing with that form will only lead to bad habits, and you’ll forever remain a shitty batter.”

As I was losing my mind to Rosbi’s vulgar remarks, I heard someone calling me from afar.

“Mangho hyung! Mangho hyung! Where are you?! The coach said to clear the ground!”

Listening to this guy’s nagging, it seemed like I wouldn’t be able to practice if I continued, so I thought it was a good opportunity and quickly ran to the ground.

“Ji Mangho! You punk! Did I tell you to rest? Get out. Quickly clear the balls.”

“I’m sorry, coach.”

At the coach’s command, I quickly moved to start picking up the baseballs scattered on the ground and putting them in the basket.

“Poor Mangho sunbae… This is something usually done by freshmen.”

“It’s pitiful. They don’t have skills, yet they stick around. These kinds of people block our path.”

“But still, they’re seniors….”

“Seniors my foot. They’re going to leave soon anyway. If only I had their physique…”

I overheard the juniors’ gossip, but I held back. I had no allies in this baseball club. If I said something unnecessary, I might end up being disciplined for school violence. They were already trying to kick me out of school, so if I got angry, my life would really be over.

“Bewoongsin. How can you play baseball with that attitude?”

“What are you talking about? In Korean baseball, that’s an immediate expulsion.”

Moreover, the coach who didn’t really focus on defensive training during my second year started occasionally involving me in defensive drills since last year’s Youth Baseball World Cup. It seemed like he was afraid I might quit baseball and expose something.

And starting from this weekend’s league games, he said he would put me on the roster, so I couldn’t be kicked out due to school violence. How did I endure until now… I can’t quit here!

Enduring my anger, I cleaned up the ground for about an hour and as I was about to return to the dormitory, I remembered my forgotten phone.

Damn it. Is the battery dead? Did I leave the recording on?

I quickly ran to the storage room. At that moment, an unexpected figure appeared in front of me and spoke.

“Huh? Maengho? What’s going on here?”

“Oh. I think I left my bat behind.”

“Really? Look for it carefully.”

It was our baseball team’s ace, Kim Wonho. A wealthy son with a strong chance of being selected in the first round. He was friendly towards me, but every time I saw him, I felt inferior and didn’t really want to talk to him.

Moreover, he had mentioned liking my first love, Hyuna, before, making me feel even more inadequate compared to him.

By the way, this guy also took a year off due to Tommy John surgery. Unlike me, who spent a whole year on the bench due to injury, he returned from his injury boasting the same prowess as before.

Feeling unable to face him, I ran to the storage room, where I unexpectedly encountered another person in front of it.

“What’s up with you here? No one comes here.”

“Huh? Oh, I think I left my bat.”

“Hey. What’s wrong with you for real? What kind of baseball player forgets their bat?”

Hyuna’s cold words pierced like a dagger. But being able to talk like this made me feel foolishly happy. Is this what love is?

‘There’s no bigger idiot than a fool. If you like her so much, why don’t you confess your feelings? Ugh. What does that yellow monkey brat know? She clearly has a masochistic face, right? She’s subtly hinting at it. Try confessing once. Then she might come crying to you first.’

‘Don’t speak ill of Hyuna!’

‘Well, what does a moron like you know?’

‘Shut up! And I was quite popular too! I rejected everything to focus on baseball. Sometimes I even got casting offers on the street!’

‘Even then, you’re just a monkey brat.’

While talking with Rosby, Hyuna coldly spoke and left the storage room.

“Hah. No one took it.”

As I picked up the phone leaning against the storage window, it was hot to the touch. Perhaps because I had left it recording, the battery was down to 10%. I pressed the stop recording button.

Still, since I practiced a bit, should I check my form? Reviewing is as important as swinging the bat yourself.

I held the phone and played the recorded video. However, to my surprise, the phone wasn’t capturing my actions but the inside of the storage room.

“What? It was recording with the front camera. Ugh. Nothing ever goes right.”

With the intention to delete, I fast-forwarded the video when,

[Oh! More intense. There! There!]

I could see a flesh-colored something and hear a woman’s piercing screams.

What is this? Porn? Why is this on my phone?

‘It’s sex! Sex! Fucking! Sex!’