Chapter 162 – First Love

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Daye Yoon’s voice, which had been constantly muttering to herself, suddenly cut off.

‘… Was it too much?’

No matter how much she was doing, she should go ahead and look at the atmosphere.

As she struggled to swallow her sigh that seemed to explode at any moment, her eyes met Yoon Daye’s, who slowly raised her head.

In the eyes that are full of tears, a strange shimmer that is reflected at first glance.

“I’ve been waiting for you. Continue.”

A feeling that embraces sensitive areas that tremble without speed.

“I’ve waited too long. I can’t stand it anymore. I won’t. So hurry up…”

That earnest whisper and heated gesture shattered her remaining patience in pieces.

He pushes her shoulders and knocks her over the bed.
As if she didn’t want to fall, her arms and legs wrapped around me like a spider, and her body naturally overlapped.

The desperation, relief, excitement, fear, and sorry that are conveyed through the eyes that are still facing each other… In the convenience of numerous emotions, I poured out the words that had accumulated without my knowledge.

“You said you waited a long time? Who waited longer? I waited longer… I waited more eagerly.”
“I’m sorry. Me too… I didn’t expect this to happen either. I just… I, I just… Wanted you to try harder. I wanted you to be more ambitious and motivated…”

Yoon Daye has been like that since she was a child.
Like my older sister, like my teacher, and like my mother, I was always impatient for not being able to tell me anything.

Study, hard work, success, ambition….
But none of them were successful.

No study, no effort, no success, no ambition… None of this met Yoon Daye’s expectations.
This is only because of my lack, not because Yoon Daye lacked.
Because I was a stupid, lazy, unprofessional fool.

But only one.
Soccer is the only thing that Daye Yoon has never failed at and succeeded in.

Daye Yoon, who gave up on teaching me early on, tried various things from her art to music and sports.
As much as she knows me well, she didn’t even direct me to do it.

Just passing by, ‘These days, a man who sings is cool. How are you?’, ‘Someone who can draw well is attractive’, ‘The other day the boys played soccer on the playground and they were cool’, and I would give it a try.

Starting with the studies that I gave up after trying the most, dance, music, art, baseball, basketball… The only two things I managed to find were singing and soccer.

I was surprisingly talented at singing and soccer.
And Daye Yoon chose soccer.

At that time, I didn’t know how much Yoon Daye worked hard for me.
She just played soccer because she was happy to be complimented on how cool or good she was, she didn’t take it seriously.

Even so, thanks to his innate talent, he was able to hear the sound of a genius, but that’s all.

The older you get, the higher your grades go, the more you reach your limits.
Talent? Of course it’s great. But that wasn’t the level to discuss the best.

Now that I think about it, the limit of my talent that I was able to endure when I only believed in my talent and played the game would have been until high school.

It would have been different if I worked hard, but at the time I was a player who didn’t know hard work.
And Yoon Daye must have known that.

“I’m really sorry. I was buried and couldn’t look back at what you were thinking or feeling. I should have looked back at least once. If I did… It wouldn’t have taken me this long.”

If the cause that made us come back like this is Daye Yoon, then I am the one who raised and increased it.

Because I avoided all contact and meeting with Yoon Daye, who was trying to somehow restore her relationship.

“So… I didn’t want to see you back then. Sorry.”
“No. Me too… I shouldn’t have left like that… I was afraid that you would hate me, uh, so, so scared… So I ran away too. I didn’t want to be hated by you.”

After Daye Yun moved on to her remote private dormitory high school, we lost contact.
For too long

So I don’t want to do that anymore.
In the meantime, we’ve come back too far.

I don’t want to be misunderstood, build useless pride, or see the person I love cry anymore.

“If you keep crying, I’ll bite you.”

She playfully bites her lip and she starts to shake her body, and this time he comes to bite her lip.
… Anyway, it’s nature to hate losing.

“It’s Daye. Do you love me?”
“I love you.”

An immediate answer without a moment’s hesitation.

“Since when?”
“From the beginning. I always loved you. You were always the only one for me. Always and always.”
“I love you too.”

My heart is overflowing with the lovely expression that blooms like a withered flower.

“I’ve been waiting too long. Please come.”

A hand full of anticipation that hugs tightly.
Slow down, savor the pleasure.

The sense of unity that I have longed for, waited for, and longed for.

“Huhhhhh”

Excited and painful breathing rings in the ears, and anxious hands cover the whole body.

The movement did not last long.
The slippery lubricant helps, but the exceptionally narrow interior will make it hard to accept my stuff.

First experience.
Happiness and satisfaction are in the young face, the pain of breakthrough that cannot be hidden.

No need to rush.
Because we have a lot of time

It would be better to get used to it step by step than to lengthen the painful time while enduring the feeling of ejaculation.
An exceptionally early sense of ejaculation came over her, and she tried to pull herself away, but Daye, who held her tightly with her arms and legs like a spider, wouldn’t let go. Rather, the arms and legs that are more constricted.

“Uh… Is it Daye?”
“Flaw…”

Daye, who had been laughing with satisfaction as her lips trembled with pain, bit her lips lightly, and she couldn’t stand it.
A strange sound heard in the middle of ejaculation, where the eyes were white with extreme pleasure and satisfaction, and the whole body was shaking.

—Achievement: Achieved first love
—Achievement: Childhood Friend
—Achievement: Achievement of helmsman
—Achievement: Reverse helmsman achieved
—Achievement: Achievement of the man with the first love
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.
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… What?

He said he was considerate, but maybe the first experience was hard, and Da-ae quickly fell asleep.
But. Even a normal first experience would be difficult, but even a decent woman would have a hard time with my big things, the resolution of long-pumped misunderstandings, and even the union. It must have been exhausting not only physically but also emotionally.

Normally, I had to wrap it 2 or 3 times, let alone once, but I felt exhausted as if I was exhausted emotionally.
I looked at the face of Daye, who was sleeping soundly after cutting my arm, and turned my eyes to empty space.

Countless messages poured in when I opened the status window.
Only points earned this time… It’s over 100.

Over 100 points earned from just one sex.
Never had anything like this before. Why? What’s different

Is Daye special?
What if special?

The clue to earning points, which had only been guessed at, is caught.
Maybe… Points are based on ‘day’.

My satisfaction… Shall we say
It doesn’t matter who your opponent is. Even if you are a beautiful, famous, and talented woman who will not exist again in the world, if my satisfaction is low, you will get fewer points, and even if you are a common woman, if my satisfaction is high, you will get more points.

I was kind of guessing.
What is your experience so far? I’ve been skin-to-skin with O’Harin almost every day, and I’ve been lying around with a woman I don’t know several times a day. That’s all. From threesomes to perverted play like SM or filming.

Through my experience, I realized that simply filling the number of times of sex is not important.
And today, I was convinced of my relationship with Daye.

The core of the point is my subjectivity.

‘Wow, how long has it been since you wrote the points? He’s very good at everything.’

When I touch the lips of Daye, who is sleeping soundly, she slightly frowns and her babbling look is really cute.
After looking into her face for a while, I heard the sound of pressing the door lock password.

‘Is Harin here?’

Daye, who had been cutting her arm involuntarily flinched, opened her booth.

“What?”
“Huh? No, nothing. Harin must have come.”
“Yes.”

I mumbled and closed my eyes again,

“Oh!”

I get up and wrap myself in a blanket.
I hear the sound of rough footsteps and the door slams open.

“Hong Min-jun! Why don’t you answer the phone…?”
“Did you call? Sorry, I didn’t see you.”
“…Ha. I don’t even know what happened, and the two of them were having a good time.
“The situation. What is it?”
“What is it? Rumors spread all over social media that someone had a fight with someone.”

What?

* * *

『Hong Min-jun, fist fight with your teammate?』
『Quarrel between teammates during training in Frankfurt』
『Infighting in the Eagle Corps!』

It didn’t take long for the rumors that quickly spread through social media to become articles.
Because the incident that happened this morning was already being exposed to the media before evening.

“So is this true?”

He nodded to Oh Harin, who brushed her hair annoyedly.
What? How did it get rumored?

This morning was a closed training session.
There were no reporters, paparazzi, or fans, just the coaching staff and players… So who started the rumor?

“Ha. The club contacted me.”
“The club? What contact?”
“I was going to deal with it inside the club, but it seems that the contents were leaked and there was an uproar from above. So they contacted me to publish an article on reconciliation even now.”
“Be reconciled.”

I thought hard about it.
Did I do something wrong? No. So am I going to be lazy? No.

… Why me.

“Harin-ah. Tell the club. If that side doesn’t apologize first, there’s no reconciliation.”