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“My ball!”

The high-flying hit intersected with the sun before descending slowly. Welcomed by California’s warm sunshine, wearing sunglasses made it easy to catch the ball. The familiar sensation from the glove. As I pulled out the ball, the umpire’s call rang out.

“Out!”

“Good job.”

The practice game against Italy ended 6-3. Despite underestimating Italy, they were quite a strong team with many major leaguers. Throughout the practice games so far, I realized that teams from other countries were not to be underestimated either.

Considering that it would take quite some time for baseball to be readopted into the Olympics after being held in the USA, it felt like a real showdown with major leaguers from each country giving their all. Well, some players from communist countries didn’t show up. Anyway, this Olympics was not as easy as it seemed.

Well, saying I wasn’t worried would be a lie, but right now, something else was more important than that.

-Chiara: Shall we have dinner together?

She messaged me via DM after asking for my Instagram ID this morning. Of course, she was the same woman Rossby had met yesterday. With moderately tanned skin, a prominent nose, and emerald green eyes that complemented her green hair, she was an attractive woman. Moreover, being an athlete seemed to enhance her appeal with thighs and hips that could burst through leggings, making her figure eye-catching.

While her appearance was above average, athletic women had a certain allure, so I approached her as soon as I saw her in the restaurant.

After approaching her at the athletes’ village restaurant and asking for her Instagram ID, she initially looked at me with a somewhat uncomfortable gaze, perhaps because I was Asian.

However, as I followed her during the morning weight training session, showing some interest, she seemed to become intrigued.

“Hey! Let’s grab a meal together!”

“Sorry! I have plans today.”

“Anyway, kid, take it easy. You’re too thin.”

There were also senior teammates within the national team, and people who knew how I lived during the Asian Games, so they were quite aware of my lifestyle revolving around baseball and sex, but no one really interfered.

Even the coach subtly hinted that as long as it didn’t affect training, it was fine. Ignoring the seniors’ mischievous laughter, Chiara, whom I met, was dressed similarly to the morning. Perhaps due to California’s hot weather, she wore a tank top revealing a slightly toned stomach, loosely worn thin jersey, and tight leggings showcasing her firm thighs. Her chest was about a B-cup? Maybe because she was a track and field athlete, it wasn’t that large.

“[Hi? You looked great today. Saw you hitting a home run.]”

“[Did you watch the game?]”

“[Yeah, during the break after exercise.]”

“[Seems like you know a bit about baseball?]”

“[We have a pro league in Korea too. It’s not popular, though.]”

Chiara’s nationality was Italian. She seemed to have come to watch today’s practice game. Maybe it was because of me. Well, that wasn’t particularly important. The important thing was that I had met her.

As we dined, there was a subtle tension between us, as if measuring each other’s strength. Whenever our eyes met, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with her. And soon enough, my feeling turned into reality.

“[Ji. Care to have a drink at my place?]”

“[I’m okay with that.]”

After that, things progressed swiftly. It took barely 30 minutes for us to explore each other’s bodies once inside her room.

“[Actually, I’ve been with an Asian before, but… it wasn’t great back then.]”

When I first saw her, was that uncomfortable gaze a sign of disdain? Of course, unlike that person, I was confident that I wouldn’t disappoint her.

“[Kiara. Look at my body. Do I look like an Asian?]”

“[Hm, just looking at your body, not really… But should I check below too?]”

Her hand caressed over the pants and paused on top of the penis. Glancing at her expression, her widened eyes indicated her embarrassment.

“[Let’s stop here with the preview. I’ll go wash up first.]”

“[S-Sure.]”

Even though we had washed up after the practice match, some courtesy was necessary for this first-time sex. After I washed up first, I checked the condoms I brought while she was washing.

‘Alright. Everything looks good. Brought about three, should be enough.’

After finishing all preparations, as I browsed the internet on my phone wrapped in a towel, she emerged after drying herself off. The parts not covered by the towel were firm, typical of an athlete. Overall, it was a slender style.

‘Her thighs are toned, and her chest is around a B cup.’

As I scanned her body, our eyes met. No further words were needed. She naturally climbed onto the bed, and we embraced each other, exchanging kisses. Her warm, soft lips and her tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.

‘White people say Asians have a strong smell, but she doesn’t seem to have that issue. Well, I just showered, so if there’s no odor, then it’s fine.’

Slowly rolling her tongue, I slipped my hand under the towel she had pinned down, feeling her soft and smooth breasts. Moving further in, I encountered her small but erect nipples and what seemed like ample areolas.

‘Hm, nothing particularly different about her breasts? Should I explore inside?’

Though they were all individuals, I hadn’t noticed any significant differences from other women yet. Thinking this, I continued to caress her breasts.

“[Ah….]”

Seemingly satisfied with my caresses, she exhaled warmly and placed her hand towards my penis. Her skillful hand movements teased and stimulated my penis as it moved back and forth. Watching her thumb rub the glans, I could tell how experienced she was.

Unable to resist, I moved my hand from her chest to her most intimate area.

‘She shaved completely?’

Gently touching her slightly stubbly vagina, I slid my fingers inside. The warm, slippery sensation inside her vagina. It wasn’t much different. As we kissed and caressed each other, her vagina became wetter, indicating her arousal, until she pushed me away and straddled me.

Her pinkish vagina and contoured hips were clearly visible. Her athletic build made her un-tanned thighs stand out, giving a unique contrast.

‘Well, now that she’s undressed, her hips do look good. Such hips are rare among Asians. A bit disappointing she didn’t tan more. Is it unavoidable for an athlete? Two stars.’

“[I can’t hold back anymore.]”

Her hand grasped my penis and guided it. I felt the slippery texture of her vagina at the glans. Contrary to expectations of looseness, her vaginal entrance was slightly tight, gripping me firmly inside.

“Ugh…”

As my penis went halfway in, she let out a strange moan. I had expected wild, animalistic moans like in Western adult videos, but her surprisingly subdued moans were mildly intriguing.

‘Were those exaggerated in adult videos after all?’

Honestly, I preferred this side as those aggressive moans weren’t my cup of tea. That’s how she slowly descended. Perhaps because she was an athlete, the tightness felt quite satisfying. What slightly surprised me was that she wasn’t particularly tall, yet she managed to take in my member perfectly.

For someone of her height, there would usually be a bit left over, but the sensation of my member being completely enveloped wasn’t bad at all.

“Better than average. Two and a half stars.”

“[Haa… Actually, it’s my first time with something this big. Should I go easy at first?]”

“Oh, really? How is it?”

“Heh, it’s huge. Honestly, I didn’t know if something like this would fit. It’s also a bit hard.”

Seeing her, who had had sex with many white and black men, say this, it seemed that my member was indeed appreciated worldwide.

“She knows how to please a man, huh? Three stars.”

After giving her evaluation, she grasped my chest and began moving her hips. As someone who had reached the Olympics and masturbated, she seemed to have had quite a lot of sex, as even just moving her hips to stimulate my member showed exceptional skill. Each time she moved her hips, it felt like she was squeezing my member tightly.

“Ah… Three and a half stars!”

“[Haa… Huh? What’s with the sudden praise?]”

“It tastes good.”

“Huh? It’s my first time feeling this full…”

Then she leaned down to kiss me. All the while, Kiara continued to move her hips.

“Damn, she’s good at this.”

Three and a half stars was not a common score. In fact, in Korea, even when going to clubs or meeting fans, many women were only pretty in the face, lacking in body or curves. However, Kiara’s lower body was a work of art. Her firm thighs and wide hips were not a common sight in Korea. Did only a select few have such a figure?

But considering the other women here, it seemed like a figure like Kiara’s was the standard. A higher average, perhaps? Well, most of them seemed to be wearing sports bras, so I couldn’t confirm their breast sizes, but the difference in hip size was evident.

“[Not focused?]”

“Huh?”

She must have noticed that I was distracted, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her upper body against mine. Then, as if twerking, she began moving her hips like grinding corn, the sound of her large buttocks hitting my body mixing with her moans filling the room.

“Ah…! Ah…! Mmmm…!”

With her proactive movements, I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. However, as a representative of South Korea, I couldn’t just finish right here, so I grabbed her and flipped her over to change positions.

“Damn, I didn’t put on a condom… Well, what could possibly go wrong?”