episode_0416

“Your lecture today was impressive, Maengho.”

“…You saw it?”

“Well, of course I had to go watch my disciples give a lecture.”

Damn, pretending to be nice. After all the lectures were over, as we chatted briefly with the principal and headed outside, Ikcheol greeted us with a broad smile. I thought my feelings towards Ikcheol had faded a lot over time, but reminiscing about high school and old memories made me suddenly want to punch him in the face.

‘Hold it in. Soon there will be two more kids to take care of. Gotta make money.’

“If you tell the final answer to the AT players, they’ll be pleasantly surprised. Seems like you learned something from the Olympics. I almost got touched too.”

“…Well, yes. Touched.”

If that bastard was going to get touched, he should have written it in advance for the main event.

“At least say something. We didn’t even know if you existed.”

Even the way Wonho smiled and answered annoyed me a bit. While Wonho had no reason to dislike Ikcheol, it still bothered me to see my friend being so affectionate towards him.

“Could you guys have given a proper lecture if you were worried about us? Haha. Let’s head home for now. My wife is waiting. She suggested going out to eat, but insisted on cooking herself. You guys better have a good marriage like mine. Just like me.”

“As expected, sir!”

“Yes, well…”

“Oh, and Maengho, I saw the news. The team was in an uproar. They were talking about finding that journalist from the front and killing him.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Anyway, those journalists… Men can sometimes wander after women. That’s how it is. I also had a lot of fun in my younger days.”

“Oh….”

With that face?

“As expected, Coach!”

“Haha, you have to go through all those experiences to meet a good woman like me. Anyway, shall I give you a ride?”

“No, Maengho came with me in his car. We’ll go together.”

It wasn’t until we got into the car that Ikcheol’s incessant chatter finally ended.

“…Still hate me?”

“Huh?”

As the car started, Wonho suddenly spoke up.

“Coach, do you still hate me?”

“How could I possibly like you?”

“But you’re the coach of your team now.”

“That’s one thing. Aren’t there coaches you don’t like either?”

“Well, yeah, I guess. Sigh. I thought our relationship had improved, but seeing your expression today, it seems nothing has changed.”

“You can tell from my expression?”

“Hey, if you can’t even read your players’ expressions, how will you handle pitchers?”

“That guy hit a home run in the Olympics despite everything.”

“Hey! He looked like a black guy!”

“Wow, this dude is freaking racist.”

“Heh, black guys do have unreadable expressions.”

Rossby laughs. An interracial bigot enough to make fun of my friend. That was my friend….

“Hey, what’s with your eyes? No, damn it. Stop looking at me and focus on driving!”

“I’m reporting this to the ethics committee.”

“No! It’s not like that! I really didn’t see anything!”

Seeing Wonho flustered like that somewhat calmed my anger. Perhaps he did it on purpose?

“…But don’t hold onto it too much. Anyway, things turned out well. And they’ll get even better. Maengho, you’ll probably do well even when you make it to the majors. As you climb higher, you need to learn how to forgive.”

If someone else had said these words, you would have probably lashed out wondering what they knew, but Wonho knew about the tough times I went through. He even took care of me back then. Perhaps, he genuinely meant well for me.

“I know, man.”

“Alright, no need to create more enemies for yourself. Until you leave the team anyway…”

“I got it, you damn racist bastard!”

“….”

“Damn, are you going to repeat the same story over and over again? Ugh… Let’s endure. Since it’s something done for my sake. Though I felt a bit annoyed, the thought of having a friend who cares about me made me smile.

‘Indeed, it means I’ve lived a good life.’

“You’re finally smiling, you brat.”

Whether he saw me smile or not, Wonho also lightly smiled. Truly my best friend, Wonho. When Baek Chaewon went out to give a lecture, I thought it was a good idea that Jihee avoided eye contact with Wonho.

‘I can’t stand seeing that trashy girl dating my friend.’

For the sake of my friend Wonho’s happy life, it seemed like I would have to continue to make efforts.

*

“Let’s go to sleep. Go to sleep.”

“But, shouldn’t you rest now too, Mrs. Saimo?”

“It’s okay. Player Wonho. I’m doing this because I want to.”

Yigicheol, completely drunk with his eyes wide open, a slightly tipsy Wonho, and Hyejin noona, who didn’t touch a drop of alcohol due to her pregnancy. In the time she hadn’t seen her, Hyejin noona’s belly had swollen even more. Now, the belly that protruded more than her chest made even me feel warm.

Hojin had grown quite a bit in the time she hadn’t seen him. Seeing him now calling out ‘Mom, Dad,’ made me smile contentedly. It was late at night, so they were all asleep now.

“We have a designated driver. Our house is spacious too.”

Hyejin noona continued to persuade Wonho. I had come with the intention of sleeping over from the start, so subtly sided with Hyejin noona.

“Still, wouldn’t it be too much trouble?”

“Hey, it’s fine.”

“Well, if you say so.”

Even I, who disliked Yigicheol, said that, and Wonho didn’t mention going back home anymore.

“Should I make more side dishes?”

“Yes, Hyejin. Stir-fry something.”

“Sure. Please wait.”

“Oh, the plates.”

Hyejin noona mentioned that there weren’t enough plates, subtly signaling me.

“I’ll do the dishes then.”

“No, Mangho. I’ll do it. You gave us a ride here.”

Although Wonho tried to get up faster than his words, I grabbed his wrist, sat him down, and engaged in a conversation loud enough that Yigicheol wouldn’t hear.

“Hey, I’ll do it. It’s awkward with just the two of us.”

“Oh, really? Sorry.”

Wonho apologized and picked up his glass again. After toasting with the others one last time, I took the empty dish to the kitchen. Looking at Yigicheol’s house layout, there was a slight wall between the living room and the kitchen, providing a structure where one could hide if needed.

The fact that the drinking session was held in the living room instead of at the dining table was all orchestrated by Hyejin noona. For this moment. Moreover, the seating arrangement was such that the kitchen wasn’t easily visible from Yigicheol and Wonho’s perspective. This was also orchestrated by Hyejin noona.

‘She’s definitely sharp-witted.’

Behind me, the sound of Yigicheol and Wonho conversing served as background music. While turning on the faucet at the sink, Hyejin noona, who had put a pan on the induction stove, approached slowly. She knelt down beside me, winking as she looked at me.

“Sister, it’s not visible from here, right?”

“Of course not. How many times did I check, and what if someone sees?”

“She’s really a pervert.”

Yigicheol’s voice tended to get louder when he drank. Amidst the sounds of water and clinking dishes, our voices couldn’t be heard, so I comfortably chatted with Hyejin noona. At this rate, even if Hyejin noona sucked my dick, no one would hear.

As I stood aside, roughly swirling the dish, Hyejin noona gently removed my pants and underwear, revealing my erect penis. Then, a warm sensation from her tongue, starting from the glans.

‘Wow, she’s still the same.’

With one hand gripping the base of my penis, Hyejin noona began to suck on it as if it were candy. Her expression seemed to savor my penis, which she hadn’t tasted in a long time.

“Is it that delicious?”

She was so engrossed in the oral that she only raised her thumb.

“So, back then. I hit a double. Ha… I should have become a hero by hitting a home run. But I never thought I would end up coaching at AT. Hahaha.”

The 18th repertoire of Lee Ki-cheol that comes out when he drinks. The heroic tale from the 2002 Korean Series flows like a radio. It was an unpleasant voice of Lee Ki-cheol, but looking at Hye-jin noona sucking me off below, hearing that voice was quite sweet.

“She doesn’t even know her wife is sucking me off here, just bragging about herself.”

Upon hearing my words, she slightly moans on my dick. Not painful, just pleasantly enjoyable. And then she runs her tongue over my cock again. Her warm tongue traces marks all over my cock as she explores it. Then, Hye-jin noona gestures. Although not verbally expressed, I immediately understand her intention and twist the faucet handle to the strongest.

With the sound of water gushing, she swallows my cock in one gulp. And she deepthroats it, using her throat to squeeze and release the glans repeatedly. Hye-jin noona’s patented deepthroat technique! I grab her head firmly with one hand.

“Ugh, ugh.”

The sounds of slurping and gagging in her mouth mix and excite me. And more exciting than that,

“Haha, how many years has it been? In 2007, when I won the last home run king title. I went all in that time. Listen well. It’ll help pitchers too.”

It was Lee Ki-cheol’s voice, sober and awake. In fact, I’ve had a lot of sex in this house, but doing this play where it’s visible from a distance is a first, making it even more exciting.

The mental satisfaction and the sensation inside her throat felt through the glans. I could have endured it more, but I ejaculate into Hye-jin noona’s mouth.

“Ugh.”

As she gulps down my cock, did it go straight to her stomach? After finishing fellatio, she wipes around her mouth and speaks.

“You came pretty quickly today?”

“It’s my first time doing this kind of thing.”

As I answer her and gesture towards the living room, Hye-jin noona seems to understand, smiling like a crescent moon. She served, now it’s my turn to serve. Planning to make snacks, I approached her who had taken her place in front of the frying pan.

Her clothes are maternity wear designed in a comfortable dress form for her belly. Lifting her skirt, I entered underneath. Applying force to her panties, they slid down effortlessly to her ankles.

Inside those panties were her plump buttocks. Her firm buttocks, still maintained in good shape, welcomed me. As I press my face between her buttocks, I sense her scent. Despite having been pregnant twice, her original scent remains the same.

“Sss.”

“He’s patient. Because he’s cute.”

Pressing my face against her buttocks and raising my hands, I feel her round belly.

“Is my baby in here?”

Although she has given birth once, it’s still fascinating. Her slightly hairy, swollen belly. While licking her and touching her belly, it almost feels like the heartbeat of my other self inside her.

“Yeah, you like being a dad too, right?”

And her breast milk flowing down the back of my hand. A slight stimulation causes the milk to flow involuntarily. Hye-jin noona was speaking with her body. Stop fooling around.

Stroking the boat-like hand down, he spreads her buttocks and licks meticulously from behind. Hyojin noona spreads her legs in a triangle shape for my sucking comfort. Indeed, Hyojin noona. It felt like she had taken a clean shower for me, as I could even sense the taste of fruit-scented body wash.

‘Is it because of the mood?’

Well, it didn’t matter anyway. Using my tongue and fingers to tease her underneath, I hear Ikchul’s voice along with the sticky sound in my ears.

“So, when I hit that last home run. Somehow, I felt like the pitcher was going to throw a fastball. And, the important thing is that I felt the catcher moving. Wonho, you should also pay attention to the catcher moving. Some batters notice that, you know.”

“Ugh…. Really?”

Ikchul repeating past glories and Wonho yawning slightly.

“Hmm!”

When he pinched her clitoris strongly, Hyojin noona suddenly let out a moan.

“Darling?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I suddenly got lockjaw…”

Although I didn’t notice it inside her skirt, Ikchul seemed to be looking towards the kitchen.

“Oh, really? Should I do it? Hey, where did Manho go?”

As he looked from the living room to the kitchen, unable to see his lower body, he asked where he had gone.

“Manho went to the bathroom for a moment.”

“Oh, really? That brat, turn on the water too.”

Seemingly excited by the conversation with her husband while being teased, water was splashing on her face as it was about to drip. This was a chance, so I teased her more intensely.

“Oh, whoops. I have a lot of oil, just a moment. Huh, soaking in the water.”

“Oh, really? Well, I should do it.”

“No, it’s okay. Since you’re a guest, I should take care of you.”

“As expected, I’ve got a good wife. Wonho, make sure to find a wife like Hyojin.”

…Idiot.