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I refused Park Hye-jin’s offer and left the director’s house. It would be unnecessary to ride together to school and risk the director getting jealous.

“What a damn bastard. He barely let me play for two years? What’s the point of restricting like that? I was already a public restroom boy who had been with several others. Damn bastard. Son of a bitch!”

If the director mentions me before leaving, he might suspect something between us, so I refrained from mentioning myself as much as possible. He probably won’t mention me in the future, right?

How can I make sure these two bastards know I got my revenge well?

“Are you crazy? Rumors shouldn’t spread.”

“It’s just a figure of speech. Of course, rumors shouldn’t spread!”

When trying to ignore Rossby, who was butting in without realizing it, Rossby spoke up again.

“You yellow monkey punk. I’ve been thinking.”

“What is it?”

“No matter what that woman said, if you get richer, won’t she stick to you more?”

Hmm… I had a feeling that might happen too. She’s a woman who knows how to use her husband for money, so if I become famous and wealthy, she’ll cling to me immediately.

“Yeah. This bastard wasn’t completely crazy after all.”

“So what’s the conclusion?”

I didn’t want to get too close, but I still wanted revenge. …And the sex was good too. In fact, my legs are still weak. Is this what sex is like? I felt like I understood why Rossby kept talking about sex.

In my heart, I wanted to run back and pound her pussy like a dog.

“Heh heh. That’s why it’s dangerous when a bastard like you starts to enjoy sex.”

“Not anymore. Just tell me the conclusion quickly.”

“As long as I’m here, you’ll become famous. And if you become a major leaguer, you’ll make a lot of money.”

He had great confidence. But Rossby was a genius batter who could be considered the best second baseman in Major League history, almost 150 years old. I lost faith.

“That’s true.”

“Yeah. So what if you can’t avoid it, why not enjoy it?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you do 99 good deeds and one bad deed, you become trash. But if a guy who has done 99 bad things does one more, it doesn’t matter, right? If I keep teaching you steadily, controversies can be tackled head-on.”

“What? So…”

“Yeah. If you go crazy for sex and sleep around with different women, who cares what others say?”

Rossby’s thoughts were all over the place. He had lived his life being called human trash.

“Heh heh. Once is difficult, twice is easy. Especially nothing is as enjoyable as screwing a journalist who used to insult me. Her pussy was tight too.”

“If that’s the case, you should use protection, right?”

I mocked Rossby for his absurd thought.

“No protection!”

But unexpectedly, his reaction was intense. Indeed, a veteran of the baseball world. He was against using protection.

“If you take protection, your cock gets smaller! To properly enjoy pussy, your cock needs to be big.”

Well, that makes sense. Perhaps this human is constantly thinking about sex?

“What are you saying? You monkey punk. Back in my day, monkeys like you wouldn’t dare speak.”

“Yes, yes. That’s right.”

“Anyway, think carefully about what I said. When I was a player, I caused all sorts of problems, but the team owner begged me not to leave. I even slept with the manager’s wife without him knowing. Haha. As long as a baseball player plays well, it doesn’t matter what trouble he causes. Heh heh.”

There was truly no separate human trash.

“Hey. You only live once, are you going to live your life just to please others? If you keep living like that, you’ll be a benchwarmer in life forever. Are you going to spend your whole life looking over your shoulder like a benchwarmer candidate?”

Being a benchwarmer. I didn’t want that. And now, I was done living to please others.

“Or do you want to control perfectly with your dick?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It means to make a body that can’t live without your dick.”

Huh…? It was a story I saw a lot in adult videos. But is that actually possible?

“Don’t worry, we have a witness here.”

Somehow, Rossby seemed trustworthy today.

“Oh, Maengho. Your defense is good, right? As expected, your throwing accuracy improved when you moved to second base.”

It hadn’t been long since I practiced at this position, but perhaps due to Rossby’s experience, second base felt like a perfect fit for me, like clothes tailored just for me. Except for the day I trained as a second baseman, when my legs were a bit shaky from sex with Park Hyejin, my debut as a second baseman was perfect.

“Thank you.”

The defensive coach praised my defense. The coach had thought all along that my lack of throwing accuracy was due to my switch to shortstop because of an injury. So, the coach had been constantly suggesting a position change for me.

But because I harbored dreams of becoming a pro, I had rejected the coach’s suggestions until now. The chances of being drafted as a second baseman were almost nonexistent.

Second base is, in a way, the graveyard of infielders. Except for first basemen, all other infielders start as shortstops in their amateur days. And if they are deemed unqualified at shortstop, they switch positions. If hitting is okay but defense falls slightly short, it’s third base. If neither works out, it’s second base.

Even looking at professional baseball players, it’s hard to find infielders who didn’t start as shortstops. Initially, those with outstanding athletic abilities play shortstop, so there was no reason to pick players who started at second base. Moreover, even those infielders who started as shortstops found it challenging to succeed in the pros.

Therefore, for an amateur who started at second base to be drafted, they needed exceptional qualities to offset such weaknesses. Just like me now.

I am currently in a state where I have gained that exceptional quality through Rossby’s training and shared sensory experiences. Even if I end up as a designated hitter, I was confident I would be drafted.

“Defense is fundamental indeed. Because your defense hasn’t been good so far, your hitting has been mediocre too. Look. You’re doing well in practice these days, so your hitting is naturally improving, right? Since you have good physicality, if you perform well this year, teams will pick you up. It was a good decision to switch to second base. Ha. It would have been better if you had changed earlier.”

“I’m sorry. I was stubborn for no reason.”

“No, you made a good change now. Our team is weak at second base. In this state, the coach will use you. Even if you’re not that good, you should at least go to college.”

“But I want to go pro.”

“You’re confident. Train your hitting with the confidence you’ve shown now. Good job.”

The defensive coach. He was a nice person, but his skills were lacking. Thinking that I, who was perfectly fine, lacked throwing accuracy just because Rossby arrived. There had been no issues with my defense so far. The problem with my throwing accuracy was not mine but due to the coach’s pressure.

Not even realizing that. And if he had thought of me that way, why didn’t he protect me when I was a batting ball pitcher? No matter how nice a person is, a coach is a coach. That jerk probably thought that even I would be more helpful to the team as a batting ball pitcher.

“Haha. Can you believe that guy is a coach? What a freaking peach. You don’t need to listen to anyone else. Just listen to me and follow me, and you can become a star. Hurry up and become a star to conquer all the women in the world. Hahaha.”

As usual, I casually ignored Rossby’s words and headed towards the batting cage. Not long after switching to second base, I was receiving special treatment, so other students were already practicing hitting.

When I arrived, everyone looked at me. Their gazes contained various complex emotions like jealousy and astonishment. Jealousy mostly came from the infielders, and astonishment from the catchers and outfielders.

Even though we were on the same team, we were competitors when it came to our positions. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about suddenly rising in skill. Moreover, after changing my hitting form like Ruth’s, my hitting ability was questionable, so it was inevitable.

“You have better power than me, so have confidence. If I had your physicality, Ruth’s spot would have been mine.”

“But Babe Ruth is…”

“What do you know, kid? Haha. You should be grateful to your parents. Your body doesn’t need to overcome with skill like mine. Should I resent them for giving me this damn skin color? If my child was born with yellow skin, I would have strangled them. Hahaha.”

Now even such racial remarks seemed acceptable. What does someone who only thinks about sex know? No, since he plays baseball quite well, I have to endure.

I could tolerate such remarks because Ruth’s hitting technique was remarkable. Ruth’s hitting form was a close stance that allowed him to exert strong force on the ball. Ruth, who didn’t have a natural physique advantage, created this hitting form to survive in the Major Leagues.

Thanks to our shared senses, it suited me perfectly, just like the hitting form I had been using all my life.

“If it were me, I would have done a leg kick too, but with your physicality, there’s no need for that. So timing the changeup should be easier for you. But remember, no matter how much we share senses, skill is developed in real games. Keep playing consistently.”

He said this as if he were a normal person.

“That way, you can quickly pick up girls left and right. Hahaha.”

Indeed, it was one of the most despicable thoughts in Major League history. I pushed Ruth aside in my mind and focused on the batting machine.

The ball flew out of the machine at a rapid speed of 140 km/h. It was a familiar speed. I crouched down and put all my strength into swinging the bat at the moment of impact.

Crack!

As the sound of the ball splitting echoed, it flew far and hit the net.

“This should have flown about 180m, right? This guy. Why hasn’t he been doing well until now? Is he rebelling?”

“…No.”

“That’s why, even if you were good at defense, I would have given you some chances.”

The coach, who had been watching me train, chuckled and spoke to me. In the past, I might have wanted to crush his bones, but having slept with the coach’s wife, I just felt sorry for him.

“Still, it seems to be working better after changing positions.”

“It would have been nice if I had changed earlier. It might be tough for the pros, but you could make it to college level.”

“If you let me play.”

“You punk. Someone might think I have ill feelings toward you and that’s why I’m not letting you play. How can I let a useless guy like you play!”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Fine. You’ll start as second base in the next practice game, so prepare well.”

It seemed difficult not to use me after showing this level of performance in training, especially since our team’s second base was weak. The crucial thing was Park Hye-jin, probably because it had been several months since she mentioned me.

“Hey. When are you going to hook up with her? It’s been a week already.”

“I’ll think about it after the practice game.”

Even without Ruth’s urging, messages from Park Hye-jin were piling up on my phone. I hadn’t seen her since that day, but sometimes I missed her pussy. Especially on days like this when I mixed words with the coach.

“Do well. If you perform well this time, you might even start in the weekend league. But you’re a third-year student, so you need to go to college.”

“Thank you. I’ll work hard.”

“Good. Keep practicing.”

With that, the coach said and walked towards other players.

You bastard. Just watch. Make me unable to breathe without using me.

“And also, I’ll even seduce your wife. Hehehe.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t talk to me!”