By Zephyria 
Throughout the month of April, Sefton endured a whirlwind schedule and yet achieved better results than fans or experts had predicted.
They inevitably dropped a few league matches, but not enough to significantly hinder their competition for 1st place, and they had successfully advanced to the FA Cup semi-finals, which the fans had worried about most, and were now awaiting the final. Most importantly, they passed the Champions League quarter-finals, winning both the first and second legs.
And at the end of April, Aaron returned to the training ground earlier than his expected recovery period.
“…Aaron, congratulations on your return. And once again, I’m sorry…”
Under the gaze of the coach and teammates, Reman was the first to approach Aaron hesitantly to greet him. His face was flushed bright red. It was understandable; everyone except him was smiling warmly, as if looking at a kindergarten child who had just completed their first errand, so it was bound to be embarrassing.
Aaron raised an eyebrow at Reman’s greeting and replied jokingly.
“To start calling me by my name only when there’s less than a month left in the season. You certainly have a way of playing hard to get.”
“Stop adding annoying comments and just accept it!”
Only after Je-rim shouted did Aaron approach Reman and lightly pat his shoulder.
“I told you I’d forgive you if you treated me well while I was gone, right? So there’s no need to apologize. I’ll just take the congratulations.”
That day, training proceeded in a rarely harmonious, kindergarten-like atmosphere.
Since Sefton’s usual training time had the vibe of a boys’ high school where playful yet rough swearing flew around, it was quite exceptional for beautiful words to be exchanged like a fairy tale, with everyone praising each other regardless of what they did. Although Reman, who created that atmosphere, couldn’t lift his head for the rest of the training out of embarrassment.
Aaron must have worked tirelessly to prevent muscle loss or a loss of feel while recovering at home, as he adapted to training quickly for someone who had rested for a month. However, it seemed he would still need a bit more time to return to the exact same form he had before the injury.
Coach Verdi first returned Aaron to league matches to give him time to recover his match sense, and for the first leg of the Champions League semi-finals, he started Reman, as he had throughout April. No player harbored dissatisfaction or doubt about this decision.
However, the first leg against Essenfeldt, played at Sefton’s home, ended in a draw. This was because the nickname “Authority of Swamp Football” wasn’t given for nothing. Immediately after the match ended 0-0, Je-rim grabbed William and poured out a stream of curses.
“Those leech-like bastards, it’s even more fucking annoying because their intentions are so transparent.”
“They’re basically saying they’ll decide the outcome at their own home no matter what. Fuck… but still, parking the bus in a semi-final?”
William also chimed in with a look of utter annoyance. Je-rim swept back his sweat-soaked bangs and tried to swing his arms wide. Immediately, a pained groan escaped his lips. Having been beaten down throughout the match, his shoulder blades, back, and thighs had already begun to throb. It seemed he had some bruises.
The Essenfeld players had displayed an incredible ability for dense, compact defending, using their elbows and hands with exquisite precision to block the opponent’s movements without catching the referee’s eye. Since a team already strong in defense had intentionally set up a ten-back formation and focused solely on breaking play with fouls, Sefton had no choice but to get swept up in it.
The bastards didn’t seem to care about the boos pouring from the stands. Instead, they gave a thumbs-up toward the Sefton supporters, as if thanking them for cheering, before walking off.
“Those sons of bitches…”
William’s fists trembled as he watched the scene. His eyes looked as if he wanted to run over and beat them right then and there. Je-rim joined William’s menacing aura, glaring at the backs of the departing Essenfeld players. His gaze was fixed on the man wearing number 5.
Number 5, Manuel Caetano. That piece of shit. The bastard who had delivered a murderous tackle to Aaron during the last Spain-Portugal friendly, causing simultaneous ankle and wrist injuries. The high-priority target Je-rim had vowed to pay back the moment they met.
Far from paying him back, Je-rim had spent the match struggling in a swamp, desperately trying to score even a single goal while getting beaten up. While rough physical play and the skill of breaking play with fouls are essential virtues for any defender, that bastard’s ‘skill of beating the opponent without getting caught’ was practically an art form.
Moreover, he had whispered so much trash talk throughout the game that Je-rim wanted to rip his tongue out if he could. Though, perhaps because this was a high-profile match, he seemed to refrain from back-tackling this time.
‘…Fine. Now that I’ve experienced it firsthand.’
The characteristic of such sly bastards is that as much as they enjoy provoking others, they are easily provoked themselves, and they lose their nerve and can’t strike back if you create a situation where you can openly beat them. A typical bully who is only strong against the weak.
Having roughly figured out his tendencies and learned how to deal with him, all that remained was to return the favor in the second leg. Since the second leg was a week away, now was the time to maintain composure for the remaining matches.
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Unlike Sefton’s stadium, which boasted a grand and classical exterior befitting the club’s long history, Essenfeld’s stadium was smaller but had a modern and clean design. Some of the Sefton players getting off the bus marveled at the polished exterior.
However, as soon as they stepped onto the pitch after completing their preparations, everyone frowned. The exterior was invisible, covered by red flares that dyed the sky crimson. Marshall muttered with a stunned face.
“Reman, you’re from the Bundesliga. Doesn’t the club get fined if they set those off?”
“Yeah. But the supporters just pool the fine money beforehand and set them off anyway…”
“The players and fans here are all crazy…”
Looking up at the bright red smoke that created the illusion of being at a protest site, everyone from Sefton agreed with Marshall. In the brief moment before the match began, Je-rim pulled Aaron aside from where the teammates were gathered and asked.
“Aaron, will you be okay?”
“With what?”
“Those bastards will definitely come out rough in the beginning, trying to score an early goal and then just lie down. Especially since you…”
Je-rim’s gaze dropped toward Aaron’s ankle. He had been bothered by the talk that it had been causing constant trouble since the major injury. At this point, having just returned from injury, if another impact hit his ankle…
Recurring injuries in the same area are a fatal flaw for a football player. Especially if it’s the ankle. A flicker of anxiety crossed Je-rim’s face. But Aaron, noticing what Je-rim was worried about, puffed out his chest confidently.
“I won’t get hit twice. Actually, hearing you say that hurts my pride a bit.”
“Why does it hurt your pride? It’s not like I called you a glass cannon.”
“…Right now, it really does.”
“Uh-oh? Hey, don’t pout. Do you think I’ll find you cute for acting grumpy like I used to?”
As Je-rim grabbed Aaron’s smooth chin with one hand and shook it, Aaron chuckled.
“I think you already find me plenty cute.”
Since it was a fact too firm to deny, Je-rim smiled back and let go of Aaron’s chin. Then, he gave Aaron’s chest a light punch.
“…Yeah, I guess so. So don’t get hurt. You’ve only just returned, so play it safe no matter what.”
“I know. Who do you think I am? I’ll definitely protect myself. You be careful too. You had bruises after the first leg. When I saw that…”
Just as a voice lower and huskier than usual flowed out, the referee called for the captains to gather for the toss. Before leaving, Je-rim cracked a playful joke.
“Why? Did you want to snap their ankles too?”
“No. I almost killed them, but I held back.”
Hearing a confession far too serious for a response to a joke—that he had felt an urge to kill—Je-rim turned away first. And as a final reminder, he added:
“I feel exactly the same every time you get hurt. So let’s both be careful, okay?”
Je-rim’s eyes had calmed down by now.
The first half proceeded with rough physical battles, as expected. Coach Verdi, who had prepared for this situation in advance, changed the formation, starting Aaron and Reman as a two-top instead of the relatively small Edson and Liam, who couldn’t actively participate in pressing due to stamina issues. It was a tactic similar to the Molden match where Je-rim had been absent.
With Je-rim added to the mix this time, the game should have unfolded easily, but the Essenfeld players’ seasoned foul play disrupted the flow. Jesus, losing his temper at an excessive pushing foul, pushed the opponent back and received a card, leading to a free kick that Essenfeld converted into the opening goal.
Immediately after, Essenfeld began using the pitch like a bed, lying down at every opportunity. Despite Coach Verdi’s shouting that they must not concede the first goal, the game had entered the worst possible flow.
≪Hmm… it looks like there will be quite a bit of first-half stoppage time, right?≫
≪Yes, Essenfeld seems keen to end the half with a one-goal lead. Ah, just as I say that, Fritz collapses, covering his face! It seems there was an issue during an aerial duel with Caetano.≫
≪It’s too rough. Yet, only one card has been issued to each team so far.≫
≪Yes. Manuel Caetano for Essenfeld, and Jesus Vidal for Sefton. Those are the only cards given.≫
≪The referee is too lenient with the cards! The game is bound to overheat at this rate…≫
The Sefton players crowded around to check on Reman’s condition. It seemed he had jumped for a header and collided head-on with the opponent’s head, knocking him flat. The referee judged it to be a fair physical challenge and blew the whistle without producing a card.
However, all the Sefton players, including Je-rim, did not consider that clash a ‘fair physical challenge.’ After all, the opponent was Caetano. The master of dirty play who had delivered that foul tackle to Aaron.
‘Is there really no way to get that bastard sent off?’
Should he shoot him in the groin while pretending it was a mistake, or use some amazing acting skills inside the penalty box to win a PK? While pondering how to pay Caetano back, he decided that getting him sent off would be best.
In a match where everyone’s attention is focused, like the Champions League semi-finals, there’s nothing better for getting cursed out than being sent off. The more absurd and indisputable the mistake that leads to the red card, the better. Then he’d be cursed out enough to last a month, and the story of his sending-off would follow him as a label for the rest of his career, making it the perfect revenge.
‘But how do I…?’
Je-rim’s blood was boiling, but there was nothing he could do right now. This was clearly an accident that commonly occurs during aerial duels. He had a suspicion it was intentional, but no evidence.
Fortunately, Reman stood up slowly, holding Aaron’s hand. The medical team rushed over and asked Reman various questions to diagnose a concussion.
While watching the scene anxiously from a short distance, a familiar language suddenly drifted into Je-rim’s ears. Though slightly different from Spanish, he could understand most of it. The words were coming from the mouth of Caetano, the man who had headbutted Reman.
“What a drama queen. Not a single scratch on him, why is he making such a fuss? It’s not like I actually smashed his skull.”
“…What?”
“Nothing.”
The man shrugged annoyingly and played innocent. The moment Je-rim saw that, he realized the opponent’s intention.
He was intentionally provoking him by implying that Reman’s injury was deliberate. Since Portuguese and Spanish are generally mutually intelligible, it would be an advantage to provoke the opposing captain into getting a yellow card. As long as the referee didn’t catch on to whether it was intentional or not, it didn’t matter.
‘This idiot is trying to be clever.’
Quickly calculating, Je-rim glanced at where the referee was standing. The referee wasn’t paying any attention to their conversation. He was simply standing beside Reman, who was undergoing a concussion check, with a benevolent expression of concern.
Part of it was because the distance was quite far, so the conversation didn’t reach the referee’s ears… but judging by Caetano’s confident attitude that it didn’t matter if he were heard, it was reasonable to assume the referee didn’t understand Portuguese or Spanish.
As soon as he was certain, Je-rim lifted the top of his jersey as if wiping away sweat. Covering his mouth with the fabric, Je-rim whispered in Spanish as if talking to himself.
“This is why washed-up players are a problem. Since they’ve got zero skill, they just cling to others with filthy play. Well, I guess when a bunch of guys who’d be lucky to play in the second division huddle together, they have no other choice…”
“What? What did you just say?”
“Nothing.”
The moment Je-rim shrugged back exactly as the man had done, his collar was gripped tightly.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, you piece of shit. I heard everything!”
“I was just talking to myself. I didn’t even say ‘you guys.’ Why are you so excited?”
Smiling annoyingly was Je-rim’s specialty. Twisting the corner of his mouth crookedly, he uttered the final word. The final move to make the board move as intended.
“Oh, did I hit a nerve?”
Immediately after the man gripping his collar raised a fist, the referee’s whistle tore through the air. At this point, even if the referee didn’t understand the insults, he must have seen the collar-grabbing and the attempt to punch, so he’d give a card. Even a yellow card would mean a sending-off for the bastard due to accumulated warnings.
Hearing the footsteps of the approaching referee, Je-rim pulled away from the grip and tapped Caetano’s chest mockingly. He had no intention of just taking the hit in the first place. The Caetano before him looked despairing, as if he had seen the Grim Reaper. He could see Essenfeld’s captain, Keller, also rushing over.
‘Planning to protest?’
Let him. Je-rim crossed his arms. If the other side insisted that he had provoked them first, he might get a yellow card too, but one card was nothing. Besides, he had covered his mouth so his lip movements weren’t caught on camera, there was no evidence, he didn’t use a subject, and he didn’t mix in any family insults or extreme profanity, so what could they do?
With this, the revenge he had been grinding his teeth for was successfully completed. He waited leisurely for the card, smoothing out his wrinkled jersey. He felt completely refreshed.
A player with nothing to show for himself other than dirty play, who got sent off for losing his temper and trying to punch the opposing captain mid-game. To put it coldly, such a washed-up player is nothing more than prime prey for the public to tear apart.
If the man tried to excuse his actions by saying he reacted out of anger after hearing remarks that ignored his team, Je-rim could simply expose that he had done it because the man had intentionally headbutted Reman. Considering awareness and image, it was obvious whose side the public would take.
Better block your Insta comments for a while, you piece of shit.
Thinking this, he had just straightened his neck after leaning down to fix the wrinkles in his jersey.
“Fuck…”
Just as he wondered why the curse muttered by the man who sensed his sending-off sounded exceptionally clear, a blunt pain slammed into his jaw and mouth.
Thwack— A striking sound, like something bursting, pierced his ear, and Je-rim’s head snapped back helplessly. His legs staggered as his skull rang with a dull thud. When he put his hand to his throbbing mouth, a hot liquid smeared across his skin.
“Jerry!”
The referee and players from both teams rushed over and pulled the two apart. Some of the players who ran over engaged in a nerve war, roughly pushing each other’s chests. Especially the Sefton players, whose captain had been assaulted, looked ready to throw punches at any moment.
Even William, who as vice-captain should have been calming the teammates, was shouting at the top of his lungs while pointing fingers. Craig, the third captain, rushed over and grabbed William’s shoulder. Reman, who had been injured, had also arrived at some point and blocked the path in front of Je-rim as if separating him from Caetano, appealing fervently to the referee in German.
Je-rim stepped out from behind Reman and calmed his agitated teammates. He kept a firm grip on Aaron, who had been unsettlingly silent, to prevent him from suddenly lunging forward.
“Everyone, get back to your positions. I won’t let it slide if you get unnecessary cards. Are you not thinking about the final?”
Even while dripping blood, he spoke coldly, and fortunately, everyone lowered their voices, glancing at Je-rim. As signs of a bench-clearing brawl appeared, the referee, who had been neglecting his duty by not issuing cards until now, stepped in actively to mediate. Not stopping there, he firmly held up the red card. Naturally, toward Essenfeld.
Only after hearing the man plead that he was just trying to turn around and the other person just happened to be standing where his elbow was raised did Je-rim realize what had hit him.
An elbow. No wonder it hurt so damn much. It was a relief that he was hit near the cheek rather than the nose or eyes. If he had been hit with an elbow on a protruding bone, it would have certainly fractured. Then he would have ended up on the operating table.
‘Still, damn, I didn’t think he’d actually hit me…’
Usually, those kinds of people lack the guts and only pretend to hit, but it seemed he had made a wrong judgment. The flowing nosebleed stained the white jersey crimson. The medical team hurriedly pressed a towel to Je-rim’s nose and carefully examined his jaw and nasal bone. The patient had switched from Reman to Je-rim.
Je-rim waved them off, saying he was fine, and stepped toward the touchline. By regulation, a player cannot play until the bleeding stops and must change a blood-stained jersey. Anyway, the teammates had calmed down, and since his objective had been achieved, he intended to leave lightheartedly and plug his nose, but a certain figure caught his eye.
It was Aaron.
With an expression completely wiped clean, the man was charging like a tank the moment the captain’s arm that had been holding him let go. Toward the back of Caetano, who was trudging toward the tunnel after being sent off. Several veins stood out menacingly on his clenched fists and forearms, asserting their presence through his tattoos.
He absolutely cannot be allowed to reach him. Instinct sent a warning. The moment that bastard is caught in Aaron’s grip, this match is ruined. No, not just this match, but the final will also fall like a domino. And perhaps even the rest of Aaron’s career…
Je-rim immediately sprinted ahead of Aaron and blocked his path. Then, he grabbed Aaron’s head with both hands and forced him to lower his head to meet his eyes. As they locked eyes intensely, the eyes that had been glistening like a beast before its prey gradually regained their color.
However, as red blood streamed down from Je-rim’s nose and lips, his eyes went wild again. Barely holding back the man who tried to push past him and charge, Je-rim roughly wiped the blood with the back of his hand and fired off like a machine gun.
“Don’t lose your mind! I went through all that effort to get one guy sent off; what happens to my hard work if you get sent off too?”
“You…!”
At the words implying that his actions were intentional to get the opponent sent off, Aaron called Je-rim’s name in a voice laced with anger. However, Je-rim did not shrink back and focused on calming Aaron down.
“We said we’d lift the Big Ear together. You’re not so immature that you’d ruin everything just by getting worked up over something like this, are you, Aaron?”
“…….”
“I’m fine. No broken bones, and once the bleeding stops, I’ll be back. So just for about five minutes, keep running hard until I get back in.”
Fortunately, the persuasion worked. As soon as Aaron gave a weak nod, the referee signaled to resume the match. Je-rim hurried to the bench, wiped away the blood, and changed into a fresh jersey. Not long after he returned to the pitch, the first half came to an end.
The moment the halftime meeting ended, Aaron dragged Je-rim into the restroom. After locking the door to ensure no one else could enter, he immediately lost his temper.
“We said we’d be careful! We said don’t get hurt! Then why did you…!”
“I mean, I didn’t think he’d actually hit me….”
Je-rim rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, having ended up getting hit himself while trying to pay back the injuries inflicted on Aaron and Reman. Honestly, the feeling of relief outweighed the pain, so he had no regrets. Nothing was broken, and it wasn’t as if he couldn’t play. If anything, it was a profitable trade. Aaron had actually suffered an injury severe enough to miss games because of Caetano….
Furthermore, since he had reduced the number of Essenfeldt players, the second half would be much easier. Thanks to being hit unconsciously right in front of the referee, Je-rim didn’t receive a card. Nor did the other teammates. Tactically and personally, it was a successful provocation with no losses.
However, feeling the hand gripping his shoulder trembling, Je-rim leaned forward and bumped his forehead against Aaron’s chest.
“…Sorry. You were surprised, weren’t you?”
“Never, never do something like that again. Never….”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Je-rim was inwardly surprised by how naturally the words ‘I’m sorry’ flowed out. Until just last year, saying something like this to Aaron would have been harder than dying. As he let out a small chuckle, he winced when his lips stung, prompting Aaron to lift Je-rim’s chin.
Rough fingertips gently brushed his lips, as if appraising a precious jewel. Even though they had kissed hundreds of times, he touched him as if he were something so rare he didn’t know what to do with it. Unable to bear that ticklish touch, Je-rim spoke up, pretending to be indifferent.
“Why are you setting the mood like this? If you want to kiss, just do it.”
“…Um, I was looking at the wound.”
“…….”
Fuck.
As blood rushed to his face, it felt as if the nosebleed that had stopped was about to start again. Seeing Je-rim’s face turn the same color as the sky that had been burning with red flares, Aaron laughed as if he couldn’t help it.
“Je-rim, do you want to kiss?”
“Shut up. It’s not like that.”
“To want a kiss even after getting hurt like this…. You really are lusty.”
“I told you to shut up.”
Between playing along with the man who laughed heartily but kissed his forehead instead of his injured lips, the time spent in the restroom grew long. The two hurriedly joined the team just before the second half began.
Fortunately, everyone believed the excuse that he was late because his nose started bleeding again and he had to plug it with tissues. Only Reman stared at Je-rim and Aaron with a complex, subtle gaze, but Je-rim desperately pretended not to notice.
And in the second half, Essenfeldt, now playing with ten men, saw their formation collapse quickly. Je-rim skillfully targeted the gaps in that crumbling line.
No matter how much they focused on defense, it was easy to break down a team that was mentally shaken by an ejection and numerically disadvantaged. All he had to do was dig into their weaknesses and shake them. To do that, he needed a bit of know-how and….
“Aaron!”
He didn’t even need to track him with his eyes; he just needed a partner who could instinctively grasp where they would run, the path the pass would take, and how to receive it and score.
This was already the third kill pass he had delivered to Aaron in the second half. The man, who had run along the line and penetrated the box, touched the ball as lightly as a feather to receive it. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he unleashed a shot. With a power that made it hard to believe he had just returned from an injury.
There was no need to see whether the ball tore through the net. Before Aaron’s left foot even touched the ground, Je-rim ran to him and leaped up. Aaron lightly caught the sturdy adult male who had jumped into his arms and clung to his waist without warning.
Je-rim wrapped his arms around Aaron’s head, stroking it frantically while pouring out a stream of words that were an indistinguishable mix of curses and praise. It was impossible not to get excited while hugging a man who had recorded a hat-trick in the Champions League semi-finals immediately upon returning from injury.
“Hey, fuck, are you crazy? How do you eat up every single pass I give you so well? You precious bastard!”
“…….”
“You did great, fucking great! Don’t forget to grab the ball later. Let’s take a photo together! I’m so proud, you really are a lucky charm… my lucky charm….”
Losing his reason in the middle of speaking, he buried his face in Aaron’s hair and neck, peppering him with kisses. Every time his lips touched the sweat-soaked hair and slick skin, his wound stung, but he didn’t care.
It was only just before the goal was reflected on the scoreboard, changing the number to 3, and the other teammates came rushing over, that he sensed something strange.
Je-rim whispered while hugging Aaron’s head as preciously as if he were holding the ball from the hat-trick.
“For once, you’re not snapping back at me and just staying still….”
“…Je-rim, stop pressing your lower body between my legs. I think I’m actually going to get hard.”
“…Are you in your right mind?”
“No, it’s just that in this position…. I thought this wouldn’t be so bad….”
It’s been way too long since we did it. At the quiet complaint that reached him, Je-rim hurriedly pulled away from Aaron.
Soon, the teammates arrived, piling on top of Aaron and him, patting their backs like a group assault and showering them with kisses, screaming like chiefs of a primitive tribe. He was saved, as it allowed him to cool down the tingling pleasure that had heated his body.
After that, the match proceeded without further incident. From a free-kick situation, William scored another goal with a magnificent header from a ball kicked by Je-rim.
As the score widened to a three-goal difference on their own home turf, Essenfeldt began to play with grit, even abandoning their specialty of ‘bed soccer’ in an attempt to at least reduce the gap. But from that point on, it was time for the Sefton players, who had been miserably tormented, to take their revenge.
Aaron started it. Seeing him suddenly collapse while running, Je-rim’s heart sank, and he sprinted across the pitch. But the moment he saw the playful glint in Aaron’s eyes above the hand covering his mouth, he silently sat down beside him and began massaging Aaron’s thigh.
“It looks like a muscle cramp…. Oh, wait a second, the kid says he’s in pain. He only just returned from an injury, for goodness’ sake.”
Je-rim made full use of his authority as captain to protest directly to the referee. The next runner was Craig. Every time the ball rolled toward the goal, he would take small steps, peel off the velcro of his gloves and stick them back on, or pull up his tights—using various methods to waste time—and only when the pressure was right in front of him would he slowly clear the ball.
William would collapse and wail in pain the moment he brushed against an opponent, as if he had been stabbed. The others did the same. Je-rim, who normally would have stopped them, joined in this time without exception.
When the opposing captain, Keller, looked like he was about to go crazy with frustration, Je-rim kicked the ball straight into his crotch, pretending it was a mistake to tell him to calm down. Using his specialty—strong ankle power—he kicked it with great force. The ball flew as if it were being sucked between Keller’s legs. Keller immediately collapsed, clutching his groin, trembling and unable to even curse.
Since extreme pain would have driven out the anger, it worked exactly as Je-rim intended. Because Keller was clearly in the path of Je-rim’s pass, he naturally didn’t receive a card. Of course, it remains a secret that he had been waiting for Keller to step into the path and had timed the shot perfectly. Since he didn’t put enough force to actually burst the nuts, it was fair play.
Of course, they didn’t do this for long. Once Reman, showing fantastic coordination with Jesus, shoved in another goal, the Essenfeldt players finally gave up on the match itself.
And so, the match ended without any further surprises.
≪For a semi-final, it was a… quite unconventional match.≫
≪Caetano’s ejection was a huge blow. On top of that, Reyes is indeed Reyes, showing he’s still in top form by recording a hat-trick immediately upon his return.≫
≪Our player Ban Je-rim also contributed to all of Reyes’ hat-trick goals today, didn’t he? Moreover, despite the unfortunate assault incident, he stood firm… Oh!≫
≪Are they fighting again? The two captains are having a war of nerves… Ah, it’s been settled immediately.≫
≪Reyes grabs him by the scruff of the neck and flings him away. Keller flies off like a dandelion seed.≫
≪Haha. Then, with the happy news that Sefton FC, the team Ban Je-rim belongs to, has advanced to the Champions League final, we will conclude the broadcast!≫
Once the slight commotion that broke out after the match was safely settled, the fans in the away stands cheered Sefton’s advancement to the final, fluttering the gold colored paper they had been using for the card section. They repeatedly chanted the names of Aaron, who scored the hat-trick, and Je-rim, who assisted them all. A cheering song with cringeworthy lyrics about witnessing the birth of a legend completely covered the Essenfeldt stadium.
The scene of the glittering gold paper fluttering against the backdrop of the night sky was quite a spectacle. The red flares that had been blooming throughout the match had vanished. It seemed there were no spectators left to light flares, as the Essenfeldt fans, who had suffered a crushing defeat at home, had stormed out midway.
Je-rim caught his breath, looking at the clear sky, the floating colored paper, and the crowd desperately calling out his and Aaron’s names. The Big Ear, which had been a means to a final destination for retirement, was slowly transforming into a dream to be achieved together with Aaron, and a change began to sprout in Je-rim’s mindset.
In the past, every time he won a match, he only felt a sense of relief and liberation, as if he had passed an exam, but now, anticipation stirred. The anticipation that he could make Aaron’s dream come true, mixed with the anticipation that it might be okay to try just a little bit more.
He hadn’t expected the presence of a single person to cause such a massive change, so his current state still felt somewhat unfamiliar and awkward.
But certainly, it wasn’t a bad feeling. That much he could assert.
With only one match left, if they win the final, they reach Aaron’s dream. The dream Aaron had muttered like brainwashing, pestering him every single day since they were incredibly young.
‘Just a little more….’
Je-rim raised his hand to cover his forehead, squinting at the dazzling lights. Although what was pouring down were not stars but the stadium’s massive floodlights, he clenched his fist as if grasping the stars of the night sky.
Really, just a little more.
The night sky, cleared of red flares, was clear enough to solidify his resolve.
✲✲✲
Dopamine match rankings just got overturned
This is the one from now on;
⤷ fr I thought there were no fun matches in the whole tournament but the Essenfeldt match was the real deal
⤷ Isn’t this a comprehensive gift set…? Dopamine just kept rushing in without stopping omg omg omg
⤷ Assault + Bench-clearing vibes + Ejection + Neutering + Huge win + Je-Ron kissing/hugging, everything was perfect
⤷ Now THIS is football
What was the funniest part for you guys??
For me, it was the neutered Keller
⤷ Neutering for the win, obviously
⤷ Fun: Neutering / Satisfying: Ejection
⤷ For me, Je-Ron kissing/hugging.. hehe
⤷ Every single moment of the fights,,, lol
⤷ I also vote for the kissing/hugging
That part was fucking hilarious too
Aaron just flopping down so half-heartedly
Ban Je-rim massaging Aaron’s leg with those dead fish eyes
The Essenfeldt guys swarming them and screaming at them to get up, but they just stayed put
⤷ The part where they both had to cover their faces because they couldn’t stop laughing, it was like a comedy sketch lol
⤷ I’m dying at William screaming like a water deer and constantly collapsing fuck this crazy guy ㅠㅠㅠ You’re the center back
⤷ First time I’m actually grateful to the ref for neglecting his duties until the end lol
GYAAAK!! GYAAAAAK!!
I wasn’t the only one who heard that scream, right?; Fuck, I thought a water deer appeared in the middle of Germany
⤷ Our vice-captain who’d be an embarrassment anywhere… our center back…
⤷ Our distorted water deer
⤷ Ah, seriously, “GYAAAK!” just because someone brushed against his sleeve lol
This is a semi-final,,
I think that a little bit,,
But the opposing team’s performance was 2nd division level, so it can’t be helped haha
⤷ Honestly, it’s a relief there was at least plenty of dopamine lol
⤷ Please don’t ever drag trash like Essenfeldt into the semi-finals again pls
Sefton doing bed soccer is rare enough
Even Reman and Craig lol Essenfeldt really got hit by a massive Karma Beam
⤷ I cried seeing Reman check the vibe and then slowly lie down following Aaron, so cute
⤷⤷ fr slowly,, flop,, oh the ref is coming,, so cute ㅠㅠㅠ
⤷ Wasn’t Craig basically the reincarnation of Buddha? What the hell did they do to make even him pissed lol
I’m fine with my junk being broadcast live
But I can’t stand captain assault and dirty football
by. Craig
⤷ lolololol
⤷ Ah fuck lol
⤷ Wow, come to think of it, that happened too;; lol
Does Craig really have no ill will toward Edson??
Honestly, if it were me… I’d kill him, why the fuck is this bastard filming TikToks in the locker room ㅠ
⤷ Edson cried and begged for forgiveness lol I think he just forgave him?
⤷ I heard he wasn’t even that angry to begin with
⤷⤷ Eh…? Is it possible not to be angry? Even after your dick was shown to hundreds of thousands of people?
⤷ There’s a reason Craig’s nickname became Buddha.. lol;
Craig back then: I’m not particularly bothered.
I received an apology from Edson and that was the end of it. Everyone lives making mistakes.
It’s not a size that would be embarrassing to be seen.
⤷ “Not a size that would be embarrassing to be seen”
⤷ Ah,, it was a mercy with a reason,,
⤷ He really is Buddha… so merciful… fuck…
Keller flying away like a dandelion seed!
Is the commentator crazy lol
⤷ Flutter flutter,, Keller flying away
⤷ Grabbed him quickly and flung him into the tunnel
⤷ No, the funniest thing is that Keller just stood right back up and left; so cool
⤷⤷ He probably bolted because he was afraid the fans would beat him up for a bench-clearing after getting crushed 5-1 at home
⤷ Is Essenfeldt’s team slogan ‘pettiness’? That piece of shit captain
Why did Keller try to pick a fight with Jerry after it ended?
Probably because he almost got neutered…? Right… yeah…
⤷ Our captain was in the wrong for that,, but we’re not particularly sorry
⤷ You,, you,,, crazy bastards, you guys were the ones playing dirty first!!
⤷ Je-rim’s expression was so full of fake… fake apology… it was so obvious it was intentional fuck lol
⤷⤷ fr “Oh gasp, sorry.. but I didn’t burst your nuts, so whatever” <<< exactly that expression ⤷ What are we going to do about our Great Man's personality ㅠ I'm going to make this match my meal-buddy (rewatch while eating) It's so funny no matter how many times I watch it, except for the part where Je-rim gets hit ⤷ I'm just infinitely replaying the part where Aaron lifts Ban Je-rim with one arm and gets kissed… ⤷⤷ I think you're watching something other than football ⤷ hehe I like the scene where Je-rim is holding onto Aaron while his nose is dripping blood,, ⤷⤷ Why are there so many dangerous people here;; When Aaron's eyes went crazy If Jerry hadn't stopped him, what do you think would've happened to that washed-up fuck? At least a femur fracture? ⤷ Fracture—he looked like he was going to kill him ⤷ I'm on my way home from watching it live, and I think a murder would've happened.. ⤷⤷ Was it that bad? ㄷㄷ ⤷⤷ Yeah.. the 'snapping' feeling traveled through the air, it was goosebump-inducing;; The old Sefton fan behind me was wailing "NOOOO AARON NOOOOOP!!" ⤷ Just how pissed off was Aaron-ie hㄷㄷ Ban Je-rim's guts are amazing too If Aaron charged at someone while that pissed, I'd probably pee myself, but he runs over to stop him ⤷ He's the captain, if he doesn't stop him, they're fucked lol ⤷ Aaron grabbing his face to match their eye level is so heart-fluttering fuck! ⤷ The dignified appearance of Sefton's captain (Real) Why was Aaron so pissed?? Honestly, isn't that kind of thing common in football…? ⤷ Why do you think? ⤷ LOVE Caetano's ejection was 100% a setup Jerry made on purpose, right? lol Ha, Jerry-ya, Jerry-ya ⤷ The end of one who is written in Ban Je-rim's Death Note ⤷ I'm 100% sure Jerry did something while Reman was down hehe The fact that he didn't get caught is just... so Jerry... ⤷ Just how pissed was he over the tackle on his husband that he made him get ejected lol ⤷ But regardless of what Je-rim did, isn't the guy who hit him the idiot? If you're a pro, you should endure it lol ⤷⤷ True, and regardless, Jerry got hit and his nose bled,, ⤷⤷ Our captain used the tactic of giving flesh to take bone Wait, but the more I look, the more he's a little shit? Suddenly punching a face? What if our Jerry got an orbital fracture, you piece of shit ⤷ @caetano_5 deploy ⤷⤷ He blocked all his DMs and comments fuck, sneaky bastard ⤷ His Twitter ID is the same oo go there Overseas is going crazy right now too Telling Caetano to retire lol even Essenfeldt fans are rising up ⤷ Well, the lineup of people he's taken down is quite illustrious,,, lol ⤷Of all people, he messed with Aaron and Jerry back-to-back, so everyone's fucking livid?? ⤷Huh, but why the team fans? Because he got sent off? ⤷⤷Yep, the crazy bastard ruined the match lol Forget about the washed-up guy who's about to be forced into retirement, Let's dive deep into our Je-ron's hat-trick Ceremony. ⤷Is this that one person who's always doing frame-by-frame analysis of the videos... ⤷OP: No ^^1fuck, I didn't even write anything and I got caught. Je-rim-ssi's insane cheek-kiss (Photo) LOL I can feel through the screen that he thinks he's just the cutest thing ever. ⤷Are those two really the protagonists of that 10-year feud rumor? ⤷Haa... haa... haa.... ⤷What is the comment above doing;; A hat-trick immediately after returning from injury. And the captain leaping onto that guy to give him a kiss. ⤷Je-rim... your husband's ankle only just recovered... ⤷It's fine to adore him, but let's save it a bit,, they have to win the final. But seriously, how does he lift Ban Je-rim up like that? Aaron, you... ⤷How strong do you have to be for that to be possible? Wow. ⤷Look at his side profile. ⤷He throws Keller around like a dandelion seed, so Jerry is nothing lol ⤷With a physique like that, if he were weak, it would be grounds for a lawsuit. I'm surprised at how I'm not even surprised anymore because I've gotten too used to their public displays of affection. ⤷Agreed,, I think I'd be surprised if they actually locked lips. ⤷Too much dopamine hitting today, even more than the cheek-kiss lol ⤷⤷Just look at how nobody is even mentioning the fact that they made it to the final... lol The fact that they've reached the final two years in a row. I forgot all about it because I was buried in dopamine;; Sefton fighting! ⤷ Go go! ⤷ If you finish runner-up two times in a row, disband the team ⤷ Fighting until the Treble!! ⤷ My conscience won't let me hope for the Treble... please let our Jerry lift the Big Ear this time bb ⤷ Lift the Big Ear and then Je-ron kiss,, I'm waiting?? ✲✲✲ Even as he got out of the car, Aaron carried the ball he had claimed by scoring a hat trick. Je-rim, who had already stepped out of his own car and was standing in front of the front door, tilted his head when he saw the ball cradled in Aaron's arms. The Sefton players, whose place in the final had been confirmed, had spent the entire flight back chatting boisterously and playing with the ball Aaron had received. They had signed the ball and taken photos with it as if it were their own, with great enthusiasm. Originally, they were supposed to stay one night in Essenfeld and return the next morning, but due to a tight match schedule, they had pushed themselves to return to Sefton. Despite the fatigue they should have felt, the teammates maintained a cheerful atmosphere without pause. Part of it was the joy of ruthlessly crushing an opponent who had been annoyingly provocative, but the primary goal was to relieve the tension of reaching the final and strengthen their teamwork. Aaron's ball had simply been used as a prop for SNS bragging. Regardless, seeing him carry something that would only be a burden, Je-rim asked. "Why are you bringing that? Just leave it in your car." "To give it to you." "Me? Why?" "I have plenty of these at home. You've never scored a hat trick, have you?" "...You're seriously obnoxious." It was a natural result of their different positions, but for some reason, it sounded incredibly obnoxious. As Je-rim scowled and punched in the passcode with aggressive movements, a laugh reached him. Aaron wrapped his arms around Je-rim's neck from behind and whispered coquettishly. "I'm joking. You're the one who made that hat trick possible. So, I'm giving it to you. Consider it a birthday present." A few days had already passed since May 5th, Je-rim's birthday. Since the date had fallen right before the second leg of the Champions League semi-finals, he hadn't been able to throw a grand party, but he had already received more than enough gifts from Aaron and their colleagues and friends. From Aaron, he had received a watch and a sleep mask. He could accept the watch, but he couldn't understand why Aaron had given him a sleep mask; regardless, he was gratefully making use of it. And now, Aaron was offering the match ball he got for scoring a hat trick. Finding it both thankful and cute, Je-rim's expression and voice naturally softened. "If you know, then treat me well." Je-rim stroked the back of Aaron's head and opened the door. Aaron habitually took off his shoes and looked around the hallway of Je-rim's house, which he hadn't visited in a while. The shoe rack, which occupied the entire wide wall of the entrance, was completely mirrored, reflecting Aaron's face from various angles as he turned his head. "Should I put the ball in the room where you keep the trophies? Or—" Wasn't there something more urgent than where to put the ball? When Je-rim grabbed Aaron's shoulders and pushed him against the wall, the ball in his arms fell helplessly and rolled across the floor. Not stopping there, Je-rim wrapped his arms around Aaron's neck and clung to his waist. Then, Aaron quickly slid his hands under Je-rim's thighs to support him firmly and muttered blankly. "Je-rim...?" "What. You said this position wouldn't be bad either." Facing each other in this lifted position had one advantage. He didn't have to force Aaron's head down; since his own eye level was now higher, it was easier to meet his gaze. Finding the face filling his vision unbearably lovely, Je-rim didn't waste any more time and pressed their lips together. "Ah..." Every time the wound, which hadn't even scabbed over yet, touched Aaron's lips, it stung and itched. However, even that was converted into a strange pleasure, making the kiss even more fervent. Aaron, who had been passive at first, perhaps mindful of the split lip, soon lost himself and lunged back as Je-rim continued to push him. In truth, his insides had been tingling since the moment he had run into Aaron's arms during the match. More accurately, since the moment Aaron had spouted those strange words. Because it wasn't as if they had never had sex in this position, he became even more conscious of it, and his lower half began to tighten. On top of that, they were now alone while the excitement from playing the match hadn't even cooled down... It was always like this when they had sex immediately after a game. Je-rim wrapped his legs around Aaron's waist to support himself and opened his mouth, running his fingers through Aaron's hair. Even though it had been a long time since they had sex, they had been kissing secretly whenever they had a spare moment, and he didn't know why it felt so good every single time. He wrapped his tongue around Aaron's, which was gently brushing the wound, and rubbed it softly inside his mouth. Feeling the strength in Aaron's hands as they gripped the backs of his thighs, Je-rim moved his tongue more explicitly. The saliva and breath that naturally flowed between them were excessively sweet. There was a bitter taste of blood, perhaps because the wound had reopened, but he didn't care. When he pulled his lips away for a moment to catch his breath, Aaron couldn't stand even that brief gap and began kissing Je-rim's lips and chin haphazardly. Je-rim accepted this obediently while glancing at the bag lying on the floor. Specifically, at the moisturizing cream that would be inside that bag. He didn't even want to go to the bedroom. He just wanted to do it here. They had already showered, anyway. But while doing it without a condom was fine, doing it without gel... that would likely be too much, so this was the alternative he had thought of. There was the option of making Aaron ejaculate first and using that semen for insertion, but he hated that because it also required waiting. Since it was past midnight, he had at most one day. There wasn't much time to luxuriate in sex. The FA Cup final, league matches, and the Champions League final were still remaining. Once the league closed between mid-to-late May, he would have some breathing room, but the buildup was too great to wait until then. "Hng... Aaron, wait... the cream in my bag..." "You want me to get it?" "I'll get it, so just put me down for a second." He wasn't so mean as to give an impossible human instruction—asking Aaron to bend his waist and rummage through a bag on the floor while holding a 184cm adult male. As Je-rim giggled and lightly pressed their foreheads together, Aaron said, "I thought you meant..." and set Je-rim down. Despite that, his eyes were dripping with regret. For the sake of the man who was burning with desire and didn't know what to do with himself, Je-rim quickly found the cream and placed it on the side table. While he was at it, he took off his clothes. He was aware that he was in the entrance hallway, but the immediate urgency was more important than the shame he might feel later. Aaron had already thrown off his top and was languidly stroking his penis, which he had revealed by pulling down his pants and underwear. It had been a while since he had seen that cock—which was beyond robust and almost grotesque—and Je-rim's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. His insides were already tingling with anticipation. His soaring body temperature showed no sign of cooling. Seeing Aaron masturbate, Je-rim's penis, which had been half-erect, immediately stood straight up against his abdomen and began to leak transparent cowper's fluid. The furrowed brow, the pinched eyebrows, and the tightly closed lips, all distorted by urgent arousal, were unbearably appetizing. Even the way that image was reflected in the mirror. 'Is that bastard turning me into a pervert, or did I just become one...?' He pressed his eyes shut against the rushing wave of self-loathing, then, without further delay, pressed himself against Aaron. Consequently, his erect cock stood tight against Aaron's. Aaron opened his hand wide to grip Je-rim's penis as well and began to stroke it slowly. Je-rim did the same, wrapping his hand over their joined penises and pressing their lips together again. Two fiercely erect shafts writhed hotly within their grip. The most sensitive surfaces of the skin rubbed and chafed against each other, and the bulging veins were pressed firmly. In those moments, without distinguishing whose was whose, both penises throbbed greatly, and clear fluid dripped from the glans. The cowper's fluid flowing from the circular grooves smeared every time their hands brushed, messily wetting the surfaces of their penises. As a sudden surge of orgasm hit him, Je-rim buried his forehead in Aaron's shoulder and panted. If possible, he wanted to reach the peak while being impaled by Aaron's cock. As he let out a moan, rubbing his forehead, Aaron reached out and opened the lid of the cream he had set aside. Aaron scooped out a handful of the milky-white cream. He used almost the entire container. After rubbing his hands a few times to slightly melt the cream, he touched Je-rim's hole. Although it had been a while since the last contact, the rim of the hole, which had been twitching since the kiss, immediately and welcomingly swallowed the fingers that felt familiar from having eaten them countless times. "Nng...!" Perhaps because it was a sticky cream, it felt different from gel, which melts quickly and becomes warm with body heat. Even as Aaron's fingers worked hard to part the inner walls, applying cream between the swollen rim and the folds, and into every muscle inside, it didn't become slippery quickly. This was despite Aaron carefully loosening the inner walls, spreading his fingers like scissors. Dissatisfied with this, Aaron withdrew his hand, scooped out all the remaining cream from the container, and thrust it into Je-rim's hole again. Every time the fingers pressed hard against the internal sweet spot, forcing the cream to spread, Je-rim felt like he was dying. Because almost an entire container of cream had been crammed into the narrow inner walls, the milky-white cream clumped at the entrance of the hole would splatter down even if his toes just wobbled slightly. The feeling was truly... shitty. It was only natural since the cream, which had a firmer texture than gel, was dripping down the hole. If he had to compare it to a similar texture, it felt as if Aaron had ejaculated inside him about ten times without stopping, and the accumulated semen was clumping together and dripping. Even for Aaron, ejaculating ten times in a row would be impossible, so he had obviously never experienced such a thing, but that was the analogy. It was because the color and texture were exactly like semen that had clumped and become high in viscosity. If it were actually semen, he would at least be mentally satisfied, but this... Unable to bear it, Je-rim lifted his head. "Just loosen it roughly...!" "I don't think that'll work since it's been a while." "Hng!" While the hole was wriggling, welcoming the fingers frantically, the inside was certainly not fully loosened yet. However, Je-rim didn't want to hold that damn cream inside any longer, and he wanted to receive something other than fingers as soon as possible. In the first place, he was doing this in an entrance hallway surrounded by mirrors because he was too lazy and urgent to even go to the room; he didn't want to waste more time putting effort into the wrong place. Je-rim wrapped his arms around Aaron's neck, tightening them, and pressed his lips wherever they touched. Through lips parted just enough for a pinky finger to enter, a desperate plea leaked out along with heated breaths. "A-Aaron... nng, please, just hurry..." There was a slight delay before he continued. Even if he was desperate because it had been so long, he wondered if he was begging too much like a pervert. However, his body, succumbed to pleasure, moved his lips of its own accord. "Just fuck me already... Fuck, you're just as urgent as I am, so why the hell are you stalling..." The last shred of shame was converted into profanity. Aaron burst into laughter as if he were used to it and lifted Je-rim up. With his eye level suddenly raised, the man, whose eyes curved so that his amber pupils were half-hidden, whispered an apology and lightly pressed his cock against the hole. Je-rim wrapped his legs firmly around Aaron's waist, supporting him with his leg strength so that Aaron could hold him more comfortably. Then, Aaron, who had been supporting Je-rim under his thighs, moved both hands under his buttocks. Because he had just come from a match, the muscles were still in a state of tension, making the touch firmer and more supple than usual. Aaron gripped Je-rim's buttocks as if crushing them, pushed them apart to the sides, and then slid him down onto his rigidly erect penis. "Aaaagh!" "Kh...!" The sight of the excessively thick cock, compared to the rim of the hole, struggling to penetrate and stretch the still-narrow opening was reflected clearly in the mirror before them. The way the hole and its surroundings took on a pale red hue in contrast to the white skin of the buttocks. And the way the dark red shaft was being swallowed inside bit by bit. It was dizzyingly erotic. But at the same time, the cock was gripped so tightly it was almost painful, as if it were being chewed. Aaron, only halfway inserted, let out a groan that sounded like his throat was being scraped. "Haa, ah, it's too tight..." "Ugh, hng... ngh! It's, okay...!" Je-rim bounced his hips and tightened his grip on Aaron's neck. Seeing him pester for more, Aaron had no choice but to grit his teeth and thrust all the way to the root in one go. At that, the handsome face floating before him flushed red, and his mouth hung open as if he were about to scream. But all that came out were labored, wheezing breaths. Seeing him collapse and pant like that immediately after saying he was okay, blood rushed to Aaron's tip again. He wondered why this guy always acted in such a baffling way, and why he himself found that behavior so lovely. Seeing the cool eyes loosen and become moist, Aaron clicked his tongue softly. "That's why I... kh, told you it was too tight, whew..." "Hng, enough, just hurry...!" He rubbed his cheek against Aaron's forehead, where black hair had fallen, and continuously blew heated moans into his ear. At that, Aaron's last remaining shred of reason flew away, and he repeated lifting and dropping Je-rim as he pleased. As the deep insertions continued—thud, thud—the sound of the thrusting became increasingly lewd and wet, squelching. Aaron continued his hip movements, pressing kisses to Je-rim's head and ears as Je-rim trembled with his entire back, unable to even lift his head. "...If you were this urgent, you should have said so." "Ngh, hng, ahng! Huk, ugh..." "Then, kh, I would have come to your house..." "Hng, shut, up... that's why... ha-ah!" It wasn't as if he had sprained his cock, it was just an ankle. No, given his profession, he shouldn't use the word 'just.' That was probably why Je-rim had abstained instead of calling him out. Still, they could have at least had sex. This position might have been impossible, but most things on a bed... If worst came to worst, Je-rim could have climbed on top. Aaron had also found the long period of abstinence difficult, so he chewed on the regret. He had held back, knowing he'd be scolded if he whined about wanting sex to a guy who was incredibly busy, but if he had known Je-rim was this desperate, he would have mentioned it first. Or on the day Je-rim had suddenly visited his house, he should have just pushed him instead of holding back to the point of biting his tongue. He only regretted the time he spent masturbating alone while watching Je-rim sleep as if he had fainted, admiring that perfectly preferred face for a long time, and secretly kissing his fingertips or ankles so as not to wake him. Still, he thought it was fine since he could now see Je-rim this desperate thanks to the long abstinence, and Aaron obsessively dug into the spots Je-rim liked. At the same time, he brought up the matter that had been weighing on his mind all day, making him feel a surge of murderous intent that drove him crazy. This was out of concern that he had to get a firm promise, no matter what. "...Don't ever do something like today's match again." "Ah, ugh... I already... hng!" "I just let it slide earlier because you were acting cute... Swear it, Je-rim. That you'll never do it again." "I got, huk, I got it... Ah! Sorry, ugh, ah-huk..." A sharp cry rang out from Je-rim's mouth at the sensation of the cock pushing in to the point where his internals began to bend and rubbing the inside tantalizingly. While wiggling his toes, Je-rim struggled to cling to Aaron's waist even more strongly. It was thanks to his past experience that he learned this was the only way Aaron could be comfortable and he could enjoy a much deeper insertion. "Seriously, whew... you love it too much, kh, when I fuck you deep." "Shut, hng, nng, ah! Ah-nng, hng...!" Not content with the giant glans poking the inner walls here and there, it slowly pushed its head into the colon. By then, the cream applied beforehand was of no help at all. It didn't melt quickly and flow inside like gel; it just clung to the surface of Aaron's cock and splattered outward every time the thrusting continued. However, the unique, heavy, squelching feeling—different from gel—was significantly better than what he had felt when being poked with fingers. It was partly because it was cream and the concentration had thinned as it was absorbed... but above all. Je-rim gasped as he looked at the mirror behind Aaron. The long mirrors installed across the wall, facing each other, reflected their images in a dizzying, repeating loop. Because of the angle, he could even see his own back, which should have been invisible, through the reflection in the other mirror. Through the mirror, he could clearly see his own backside, groaning while harboring a cock that was more fittingly described as a horse's dick than a human's, with milky-white cream leaking steadily from beneath the hole. And he could see Aaron's expression, eyes sunken and glazed with pleasure, as he repeatedly hammered his cock into Je-rim's body. As Je-rim tightened his abdomen and lazily pressed a kiss to Aaron's ear, Aaron furrowed his thick eyebrows and blinked. Seeing an expression that didn't even seem to intend to hide his arousal, the inside of Je-rim's belly throbbed and tightened. The inner walls, which had been twitching and convulsing, surged as they aggressively chewed on the cock they held. This wasn't something Je-rim intended; it was a natural physical reaction. Due to the intensifying pressure, Aaron lifted Je-rim's hips slightly to make the penetration shallower and pleaded. "Wait, just a second, Je-rim... relax a bit. I feel like my dick is going to be stripped off." "I'm being fucked, hng, in this position, so what do you want me... ngh!" Because he was clinging to Aaron with his entire body weight, the only things he could do on his own were to slightly shift his hips or tense his stomach and legs. Je-rim was flustered as the inside of his belly began to contract uncontrollably. More than anything, he felt ashamed as he could feel his wide-open hole twitching on its own, trying desperately to swallow Aaron's half-withdrawn cock back in. I should never hold it in for this long again. Fuck, I'm not some animal... Vowing this to himself, Je-rim dripped with beads of sweat. At Je-rim's sharp retort, Aaron immediately complied and bit his nape gently. "That's... true." Immediately after, the man thrust his member back in quickly, forcing Je-rim down onto the root of his cock and ravaging him deep inside. The inside of his belly, which had already been carved out to fit Aaron's cock, finally relaxed completely, swallowing the dick and tightening with rhythmic pulses. Along with the inner walls feeling ecstasy, the hole also twitched, tightly chewing on Aaron's cock. Aaron asked, deliberately spreading the flesh of Je-rim's buttocks to the side to show the perfectly locked junction in the mirror. "Can you see? I put it in all the way to the root. It feels so good..." "Hng, ah...! Deep, ngh...!" "I haven't come yet, but the cream we applied earlier... it's coming out like I've already shot inside." Irritated by the man listing things that didn't need to be said, an angry urge burst out of him. "You too! Just hurry up and... ahk!" He bumped his forehead against Aaron, meaning for him to shut up and just come quickly, and Aaron responded by rapidly thrusting his cock. The squelching, wet sounds echoed against the walls of the entryway. They were already locked together deeply, and since Aaron was uncannily stabbing only the peak of his pleasure, Je-rim's lower abdomen began to boil again. His mind, stripped of reason, quickly erased the irritation and indulged only in the pleasure that made his brain feel like it was melting. "Je-rim, I want to go together..." "I know, I know, so just hurry..." With Aaron mischievously thrusting upward while whining in a low voice, there was no way to resist. Je-rim pressed his lips firmly against Aaron's, exchanging heated breaths. Swept away by an excessive amount of pleasure, he could no longer feel that his lips were hurting. Aaron greedily swept up the saliva pooled in Je-rim's mouth and swallowed it, accelerating his thrusting. Je-rim's body jolted up and down violently, followed by the relentless sound of thwack, thwack as he was hammered. Around the wet hole, the whitish cream clung like a band, and every time Aaron's cock slid in quickly, it squelched and was pushed inside or dripped off on its own. "Ah, ahh, hng, hik, hng, ngh!" Veins bulged prominently in Je-rim's arms as he wrapped them around Aaron's neck. From his flushed red neck and defined back muscles to his firm shoulders, calves, and the back of his thighs where the gaps between the muscles were clearly visible, his body tensed up as a dizzying ecstasy washed over him. Simultaneously, a thick groan escaped Aaron's mouth. "Kh...!" "Ngh, ugh...!" Semen erupted violently from the tip of Je-rim's cock, splattering messily across both of their chests and abdomens. Aaron's cock, held within Je-rim's inner walls, also writhed powerfully, shooting his long-withheld semen inside as if it were its own home. The internals, receiving seed for the first time in a while, continued to contract and relax even after their owner had ejaculated, squeezing the cock they held. At this, Aaron hurriedly tried to lower Je-rim, muttering. "Je-rim, I, wait, I have to pull out quickly..." "...It's okay. Just do it." Realizing exactly why the man was acting this way, Je-rim wrapped his legs more tightly around Aaron's waist and gently brushed his lips against Aaron's trembling eyelids. He didn't want him to pull out yet, regardless of what he shot inside. "...Inside? You said you didn't want to last time..." "I like it today. It's okay." The moment he gave permission while licking the corner of Aaron's slanted eyes, the thrusting—which he thought had stopped—resumed. However, it wasn't as persistent or rough as it had been during the climax. It was a movement that felt like he was gently rubbing his cock against the relaxed inner walls, spreading the semen that had filled the depths of his internals. And before long, a volume of liquid far hotter and greater than semen violently hammered against the inside of Je-rim's belly. "Whew..." Though his shoulders twitched, Je-rim didn't writhe or resist, quietly accepting the liquid. He knew it wasn't something dirty, so there was no need to be surprised. He did the same occasionally... The stream, which was initially strong enough for him to feel it spurting, gradually weakened, filling Je-rim's belly to the brim. Aaron, who had been letting out a low, husky groan that felt like it was scratching his eardrums, finally finished his second eruption and panted, rubbing his cheek against Je-rim's nose. "Now you're not asking if I pissed inside." "...I've always had a good capacity for learning." "Yeah... right. I love it." It was an answer where it was unclear whether he was agreeing that Je-rim's learning capacity was good, or if he was just saying he loved it because he felt good. "What exactly is so great about this?" Je-rim chuckled in a lifeless voice, pressing his bloated, sloshing lower abdomen tightly against Aaron's. He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, but he was clinging to Aaron through sheer willpower. He could see the transparent liquid leaking out from the gap of their junction. It was only at this level because Aaron's cock was plugging the hole. If he pulled out now, it would become a sea of water. Just as he decided he would have to maintain this position until they reached the bathroom and gathered his strength, Je-rim shuddered as his body was suddenly lifted upward. "Ah, wait. Don't pull out. If you pull out here... hng!" "I'll clean it up." As the penetration gradually became shallower and the cock withdrew, water began to leak out. The sensation of the cock, which had been filling him the whole time, forcibly detaching from the clingy inner walls and hole was vivid, and as the water sloshing in his belly leaked out with it, an indescribable pleasure filled him. A tingling pain pooled near the urethra, and whenever the bumpy veins on the shaft of Aaron's cock caught on the entrance of the rear hole—which was swollen from so much friction—his tailbone tingled. "Ah, this feeling, seriously..." "You said you liked it..." "Wait, ahk! Ha...!" Finally, as Aaron's cock, soaked in water and semen, completely slid out, whitish water trickled from the hole that hadn't fully closed. The semen pooled inside had mixed with the transparent water and changed color as it was dragged out. Watching that dirty, embarrassing, and messy sight in the mirror, Je-rim also shot out transparent water. Until Je-rim finished coming, Aaron continued to thrust his cock into the hole and added to the afterglow by pressing the perineum and the junction with the tips of his bluntly cut fingernails. Je-rim's glans, flushed deep pink, was plump and swollen, leaking water for a long time. The released water dampened Aaron's chest and flowed down, mixing into the puddle already formed below. Aaron hugged the limp Je-rim and headed straight for the bedroom. Since both of their bodies were dirty, he couldn't lay him on the bed immediately; instead, he took him into the bathroom and sat Je-rim in the wide bathtub. He turned on the warm water and immediately overlapped his body over Je-rim's. Looking at the heaving chest, the tightened abs, the still-trembling pretty cock, the long sturdy legs, and the twitching shoulders, Aaron's cock stood up again in no time. "Je-rim. Just once, one more time..." As he pleaded desperately while softly stroking Je-rim's lower abdomen, Je-rim, who had been fidgeting his legs, let out a long sigh. However, Aaron held his breath when Je-rim eventually wrapped his hand around the back of Aaron's head to pull him in and lifted one leg to wrap it around his waist. "...Do it, just do it. Stop lying about it being 'just once' and do whatever you want. But only for today..." "...No taking it back." "I'm not doing that..." Amidst the rising steam, the second round of sex began. ✲✲✲ The sound of chirping birds was exceptionally refreshing. Je-rim snapped his eyes open in the arms of Aaron, who was lying there hugging him so tightly there was no room to breathe. It was the most refreshed he had ever felt waking up in his life. 'Wait, maybe it's not morning...' Moving only his eyes to check the clock, he awkwardly corrected his thought. It was a bit too late to be morning; maybe brunch time? Regardless, he woke up quite early considering they had been doing it like crazy all through the dawn. After finishing their bath last night, Je-rim had been half-out of it and couldn't regain his senses for a while. Aaron had laid him on the bed and waited until his stamina recovered, and once he had regained some energy, they had relations once more. This time, Je-rim was in the position on top. Fortunately, by then, Je-rim had recovered his stamina quickly, as befitting an athlete, and worked his hips diligently from above. After that, he probably fell asleep again... His memories were fragmented, so he wasn't sure. He might have done it one more time in his sleep. Je-rim tried to lift his aching waist, but feeling Aaron's arms tighten the moment he tried to carefully move away, he poked Aaron's cheek. "If you're awake, get up. I'm hungry." Considering the calories he had burned, it would have been stranger if he weren't hungry. Aaron, who had been pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, opened them sleepily and smiled. "You mean you want me to make food?" "Yeah." Ninety percent of the reason for the extreme hunger that hit him the moment he woke up was because of the man in front of him. To Je-rim, who demanded a lunch table be served without a shred of guilt, Aaron shook his head. "First of all, I'm the guest here... You're quite shameless." "I'll pay for the food." When Je-rim kissed the cheek he had been poking, Aaron sprang up. Watching the back of the man who got up first, threw on only underwear and pants, and headed out to 'pay for the food,' Je-rim blankly admired the tattoo engraved on his back. The tattoo, which was much larger than the one on his arm and connected as a whole, looked like a black-and-white painting. I wonder how much that hurt to get. While harboring this useless curiosity, a loud crack sounded from his back as he stretched. Having had sex like that immediately after a match without any rest, there was no way his muscles would be fine. "Ugh..." Collapsing back onto the bed, Je-rim picked up his phone. He decided he should lie down a bit longer until he recovered. As he checked the messages that had piled up overnight, a message arrived from Je-hee. Younger Brother 2 Hyung where r u? ? j Younger Brother 2 ok ok what is it? The guy who usually checked messages in real-time for every single one had, for some reason, not read the last message Je-rim sent. For a moment, Je-rim worried if something had happened at home due to his younger brother's suspicious contact, but he quickly dismissed the worry, thinking that if that were the case, he wouldn't have sent messages so carelessly. As soon as his muscles calmed down, Je-rim, like Aaron, threw on only underwear and pants and left the room. As he descended to the first floor, the savory smell of food was already wafting through the air. He thought about going to the kitchen to ask about the menu first, but instead, he moved to check the entryway where the chaos had occurred last night. Fortunately, the entryway had been cleaned up. The bag he had thrown haphazardly was placed neatly next to the shoe rack, and the ball that had been rolling around was gone, likely put away in the trophy room. Seeing the empty cream tube in the trash can, Je-rim nodded with satisfaction. At this rate, wouldn't he be a perfect 'Snail Bride'? No, he's a man, so a 'Snail Groom'...? But his physique is too big to be called a snail, so maybe an abalone or a whelk... Developing his thoughts in a bizarre direction while feeling like a doting fool, he entered the kitchen, and the first thing he saw was Aaron's back, wearing a neat navy blue apron despite being half-naked. Every time the arm holding the knife moved, the connected back muscles writhed, and the tattoo moved with them. The neck of the wolf, lifting its head as if looking at the sky alone in a dense forest, surged with life. On the dark skin of his back, there were also small marks Je-rim had left last night. Unable to resist, Je-rim suddenly hugged Aaron's waist. "What's this now? Special service?" "Do you like it?" To the man who responded in a suggestive voice while gently stroking the back of his hand, Je-rim struggled to detach his lower body and grumbled. "Ah... don't tempt me. I'm really hungry." "Just wait a little. I just need to set the table." "Yeah. I'll set the—" Just as he was about to say he would set the cutlery on the table, as if doing a favor after leaving the cooking to the guest, the intercom rang without warning. Je-rim and Aaron looked at each other blankly. "Is someone supposed to come?" "No? You just stay here." Who could it be when no one was expected? The moment he scratched his cheek and connected the intercom screen, Je-rim froze in place. "Hyung! Your cute youngest brother has been delivered. Mom is here too!" "Son, is your face okay? Hurry and open the door. I can't believe some bad person did that to my son's face..." Beside Je-hee, who was jumping up and down in front of the screen in a fuss, his mother stood with a face full of worry. Before Je-rim, who had reflexively turned off the intercom out of shock, could even despair, the intercom began to ring loudly again. Unable to even turn off the sound, Je-rim slammed his head against the wall where the intercom was installed. "...Fuck." For the first time in a very long while since the filming of the 'I Live Alone' variety show, it was a day where he felt completely screwed by someone's visit. Je-rim first answered the intercom, shouted for them to wait a moment, and then rushed to the kitchen. The man, who had been beautifully plating the finished food, turned his head and asked. "Je-rim, who..." "Hide right now. In my room's bathroom." "What? Why?" "I don't know, damn it. My mom and brother suddenly... Anyway, hurry!" After grabbing Aaron's wrist and forcing him upstairs, Je-rim gasped as he realized he was also half-naked. Fortunately, there was a short-sleeved cotton T-shirt draped over the sofa, so he quickly shoved his head through the collar and opened the front door. Then, Je-hee, who had been standing on tiptoe, spread his arms wide and shouted. "Surprise! Hyung's face... it's not bruised? Thank goodness, Mom." "Surprise, my ass! You should have contacted me before coming!" As Je-rim yelled while pulling his ear, Je-hee made a fuss about it being unfair even as he was dragged in. "Aagh, I did earlier!" "Who in their right mind would think that means you're coming home right this second, huh?" The only messages exchanged were a question asking where he was and an answer saying he understood. Who in the world would expect family living in a distant foreign country to visit so abruptly based on that? Je-rim pinched his ear harder and shook it. Seeing the brothers' reaction, the mother also looked surprised and scolded Je-hee. "What? Ban Je-hee, did you not properly tell your brother you were coming?" "No, there has to be this much of a surprise... I'm sorry." When Je-rim shot him a sharp glare, Je-hee quickly shut his mouth. Since he couldn't kick out his visiting family, Je-rim pushed the front door wide open and said. "...Sigh, just come in." "I'm sorry, son. But let me see your face first. You're really okay, right?" "Look. Except for the slightly split lip, I'm perfect." "Right... Honestly, do you know how shocked I was seeing the assault article? My goodness, how can there still be players who play with such bad manners?" "I know, right?" He agreed with his mother's statement with a sincere face, as if the provocation he had started had never happened. Seeing that Je-rim's face was more intact than what he had seen in the articles, the mother's worry quickly subsided, and she asked playfully. Her gaze, scanning the entryway, was full of an unknown expectation. "You weren't by any chance staying with someone, were you?" "...Why do you sound subtly hopeful?" "You're at that age. You don't have to hide it." "No, it's nothing like that. Ah, if you haven't had lunch..." Je-rim had to get his family out of the house first before Aaron could pack his things and leave. He tried to coax his family out under the pretext of eating out, but his utterly useless younger brother insisted on pointing at Aaron's sneakers and asking. “Hyung! What are these shoes? Do they even fit you?” “Shh, don't touch them. I bought the wrong size by mistake. I have to return them.” Je-rim quickly grabbed Aaron's shoes and shoved them into the shoe rack. He just tossed them in and slammed the door shut, resulting in a loud crashing sound from inside. It seemed the impact of the door closing had knocked the shoes over. Since he had more urgent priorities right now, he didn't bother opening the rack again. “If you haven't had lunch, let's go! I haven't eaten either...” “Do I smell food in the house? Oh my, what is all this?” However, his mother sniffed the air and headed toward the kitchen as if possessed. She gasped upon seeing the deliciously completed dishes and the plating Aaron had left unfinished. “You cooked this? Since when did you have such a talent...?” “The, the dietitian! He can do this much! More importantly, ah, it's been a while since I've been here, do you both want to see the uniforms I exchanged?” Damn it. Je-rim did his utmost to lure his family—who weren't listening to a word about eating out—into a separate space. Pushing his mother and Je-hee's backs like he was herding cattle, he locked them in the room where the uniforms were displayed. Standing guard at the door like a sentry, he quickly sent a message to Aaron. Get out now Your shoes are in the shoe rack Fortunately, the read receipt appeared immediately. Relieved, Je-rim leaned his back against the door and slid down to the floor. Even in the midst of this, Je-hee pointed specifically to Aaron's jersey among the many famous players' uniforms and looked puzzled. “Hyung, is this really Reyes's uniform?” “You think it's a fake?” “No, just... I wondered why they exchanged uniforms if they're on the same team.” The brat, who was usually nothing but playful and mischievous, had an unusually sharp eye today. Je-rim broke into a cold sweat, plagued by absurd suspicions—did he know something? Did he raid the place on purpose? He didn't even have a proper answer for why teammates would exchange jerseys. However, Je-hee's subsequent whining quickly cleared all suspicions and put Je-rim at ease. “They're this close, but he won't even give me one autograph!” That's more like him. Just as Je-rim flicked the forehead of the youngest, who was pouting with a face that wasn't cute at all, it happened. Crash! A loud sound of something collapsing magnificently echoed from outside the room. The direction of the sound was... likely the entryway. At that moment, Je-rim seriously wondered if the crashing sound had actually happened inside his own heart. He felt even more despair because he had a rough idea of what caused the noise. He should have... warned him to open it carefully because the inside of the shoe rack was a mess... In his haste to send only the essential points of the message, he had forgotten the detailed precautions. But regret was useless; the milk was already spilled. Je-hee and his mother had already rushed out to check what the noise was. “No! You don't have to go look! You don't have to check!” Je-rim tried desperately to stop them, but he was a step too late. “...Hello.” Aaron, who had been sitting amidst a pile of tumbled shoes searching for his own, was already greeting his mother.