episode_0002

Startled by the sudden scream, I quickly lowered the volume and turned off my phone.

What was that just now? Who would do such a thing in the warehouse?

“Damn! It’s sex! Do you not even know what sex is, you idiot?”

“I don’t go that far either!”

“How many women is this? Hurry up and play it! You yellow monkey!”

Rosbe urged me on. It was understandable. Since meeting Rosbe, I hadn’t seen anything like adult videos.

Of course, I wasn’t devoid of desire. Most young athletes had raging hormones, and I was no exception. But with a ghost watching over me, indulging in such activities wasn’t an option.

“Hey, not going to watch?”

“…Let me think about it.”

However, the person in the video was clearly from our school. Being human, I was curious about their identity. I didn’t plan on spreading it around, but I wanted to see. Still, this wasn’t the place.

“What are you thinking? Hurry up and play it, damn monkey!”

“I’m not an exhibitionist patient. How can I watch something like this here? Let’s go back to the dorm for now.”

With the battery running low, I needed to take it easy. Rosbe seemed to agree with my thoughts as she fell silent momentarily.

Unable to resist my curiosity, I quickly returned to the dorm. Luckily, no one was there. They were probably out for night training, so I had some time alone. Based on my two years of experience, this was a chance without witnesses.

Oh, maybe not? There was a ghostly figure looking at me ominously.

“Hey, what are you doing? Play it quickly.”

Having spent time with me, Rosbe, who had become somewhat familiar with modern culture, continued to urge me on.

“Wait. I need to charge it first.”

I plugged my phone into the charger and went back to the gallery. The hour-long video I had seen earlier was still there.

It wasn’t a dream after all.

I quickly played the video.

“Why isn’t it showing up?”

“Just wait. Give it a moment.”

Since it took quite a while last time before that scene appeared, it would probably take a bit longer for someone to show up this time, right?

I fast-forwarded the video and found the desired scene.

Creak. The warehouse door opened, letting in light. Since it was where sports equipment was stored, the person with the key must be a teacher or a student from the sports club.

These kids are starting early.

“What’s so hard about being young? When I was 15, we all knew what was what.”

“I’m not curious. Please don’t distract me; I need to focus.”

“You’re more focused than when playing baseball?”

“….”

[Good, no one’s around.]

A familiar female voice could be heard. Hm… how many times did I pass by her while exercising? But it was a voice I was more familiar with.

This voice… Hyuna… Choi Hyuna?

The owner of the voice was Hyuna. No, could it be Hyuna masturbating here? It must be someone else.

“Hehehe. Face reality. You freaking yellow monkey.”

Footsteps could be heard, and a silhouette appeared on the screen. It was undeniable now. The woman on the screen was indeed Hyuna. My first love, Choi Hyuna.

“Damn, only one person. It’s masturbation, not sex.”

Although Rosbe muttered something beside me, I didn’t hear it. I was solely focused on my smartphone.

“Hurry, undress me. I’m in a hurry.”

Hyuna closed her eyes and began speaking to the air as if acting. Then she started undressing herself. Her hand moved downwards. Due to the angle, it wasn’t clear, but she was definitely masturbating.

Damn… Hyuna is masturbating.

“If this is for Wonho, then this should work, right? Okay, Wonho! Come to me!”

And she’s masturbating while thinking about Wonho!

“Even thinking like that, your body is honest. Will you break through?”

Hyuna should have chosen me as her target for her daughter game…. Fuck!

[Now suck me too.]

Saying that, Hyuna sat on the swing and grabbed her own breast. This time, facing the camera. Hyuna’s precious place is captured on the screen. It was neatly trimmed to match the bikini line. And she started sucking her breast herself.

‘Oh! How long has it been since I’ve seen a pussy like this.’

A sight I want to see forever.

Breasts. Hyuna’s white breasts. Much larger than what you can see above her clothes. And a pretty pink pussy! Those two sights captivated my eyes.

‘Oh shh! Fucking engorged nipples! It’s a delicacy to take them out and suck on them.’

‘Please shut up. Please.’

‘What? Huh? The crying kid’s hand keeps moving?’

Yes. I was shedding tears just like Rosby said. But my hand was instinctively stroking my cock. Masturbating while thinking about my first love, Hyuna, liking my friend!

With one hand, Hyuna was teasing her pussy, and with her mouth, she was sucking on her large, white breast. Those fingers should have been mine…. Damn. Damn. But when did Hyuna start liking Wonho? Why?

‘Are you crazy? Even if it were me, would I like an eternal candidate over an ace?’

‘Hyuna is not that kind of person!’

‘If she’s not that kind of person, then is the girl moaning over there different from another girl? Huh?’

Rosby is right. That’s Hyuna. A slut who likes my friend.

‘Is masturbating alone also being a slut?’

‘Just shut up! Hyuna wasn’t the kind of girl who masturbated at school!’

‘Hehe. Acting like a nerd in front of the girl you like and then…’

Even as I conversed with Rosby, the video continued. And the finger speed increased. Hyuna was masturbating while thinking about Wonho!

Hyuna’s expression just before climax is vividly captured by the camera. And Hyuna spits out saliva and arches her back. And I ejaculated on the floor too.

‘Hahaha. This guy is hilarious. Is this what they call crying from top to bottom? Yeah. Impressive. Impressive.’

And Hyuna went outside the warehouse.

‘Tsk. Not very fun. It’s only fun when you have sex. This isn’t even snack material.’

Why did Hyuna choose Kim Wonho? I probably knew longer….

That guy and I were similar in height. Face? It’s a bit awkward to say this, but I’ve been approached for modeling gigs just by walking down the street. Cock? Hyuna might not know, but my cock was much bigger than the guy’s cock I saw in the shower.

It was over 20cm, thicker than a toilet paper roll, and didn’t fit easily. It was a complex when I was young, but now it’s a size I take pride in.

‘Do you still not get it, fucking yellow monkey? Which woman do you think would want to sleep with an eternal candidate guy?’

Rosby is right. Especially among us who exercise. Kim Wonho is a top-tier ace with a reserved first pick.

I am an underdog even in our weak school. In the eyes of Hyuna, a national team player, I was simply a loser in life.

Not just to Hyuna, anyone would see me as a loser. Forever like this.

‘It would be simple if you signed with me.’

‘…Can you stand by those words?’

‘Yeah. Do you think the best second baseman in Major League history looks like a dick?’

Rosby’s language was rough, but his skills were undeniable. Since I first saw Rosby, I had looked into various things about him.

The best second baseman in Major League history. The best right-handed hitter. A monster with an OPS over 1 after playing over 9000 plate appearances. Two MVPs, two Triple Crowns. Three .400 batting averages. Seven batting titles.

It was a record that could not be ignored, even though it was almost 100 years old. It was a monster that was at least twice as advanced as contemporary batters. If Babe Ruth represented the American League’s monster, Horace Lossby represented the National League’s monster.

“If I sign, how exactly will it help me?”

Although Lossby had explained several times before, I wasn’t listening. It was irrelevant to me. But not now.

When I brought up baseball, Lossby’s frivolous expression became serious.

“First of all, we can share senses. You’ll be able to feel the batting sense I’ve wielded for decades. And you don’t need to worry about defense either. I played as a second baseman for over ten innings.”

It would definitely be a big help. Batters swing based on their experiences, as humans can’t react to the ball thrown by the pitcher with their eyes.

“Not only that. Even in an era when walks weren’t particularly important, I was a batter who selected over 1,000 walks. Just by looking at the trajectory, I could tell if it was a strike or a ball.”

Certainly, there was a legendary story where a catcher protested a call against Lossby, and the umpire retorted, “If that was a strike, wouldn’t Lossby have told you?”

“What do you think is the most important thing in baseball?”

“Timing?”

“Hitting is timing. And pitching is disrupting that timing.” As the saying goes, timing is crucial in baseball.

“Yeah. What should a pitcher do to disrupt a batter’s timing?”

“Throw a changeup.”

Even if a pitcher throws a ball exceeding 100 miles per hour, if they keep throwing fastballs, professional-level batters can time them all. That’s why there are changeups.

“What if you knew what pitch the pitcher was going to throw?”

“Wouldn’t that be cheating?”

“Hehehe. Look at me. Who else can see me besides you? If I show you the grip from behind the pitcher and tell you what pitch I’m going to throw, how about that? Yeah. I’ll even let you know the direction of the catcher’s mitt. Inside or outside!”

That was literally cheating. If you knew when and where a pitch was going, you could hit 40% of the time! This was much more appealing than sharing sensory experiences like catching clouds.

But a small voice in my heart tells me that it shouldn’t be like that. That’s not baseball!

“Hey, you freaking yellow peach! What are you hesitating about now? If you’re good at baseball, you can find a woman like that by the truckload!”

Lossby’s shout snapped me back to reality. Right. Conscience or whatever. That wasn’t important to me.

I want to make Choi Hyun-ah, who regretted thinking about other men while masturbating, regret it!

I want to make the coach who benched me and ranted regret it!

And… I want to succeed in baseball as my parents hoped!

“Yeah. You freaking yellow peach! If you sign with me, success? That’s nothing! Let your name be engraved in history! And become the best second baseman in Major League Baseball! However…”

“However?”

“You have to agree to my conditions.”

“…What are they?”

“Sharing sensory experiences with me during sex. You may not know, but if you don’t taste that for over 50 years after poking women’s holes your whole life, people go crazy. Hehe.”

As long as I could become the best baseball player, something like sensory sharing was nothing. After all, a ghost. No one knew that I had made a deal with this ghost. It was better than living as a loser for the rest of my life.

“That’s a good attitude. If you sign with me, you’ll naturally learn how to share sensory experiences. And…”

“And?”

“Wipe your cum off the floor.”

“……”

And that day, I made a deal with a sex ghost… no, a baseball ghost.