Chapter 1: A healthy mind in a healthy body

‘It’s not bad.’

‘Maybe I can throw a ball with this.’

Jeong Su-hyeon.

Born in 2010.

Winner of the 2029 Miss Canoe Contest.

Su-hyeon, who was possessing the body of a woman with the same name, was adapting to her new body by shadow

pitching alone in her room.

Jeong Su-hyeon, the pitcher who had a smaller heart because he was more sincere about baseball than anyone else.

In his second life, Su-hyeon was determined to become a pitcher with a big heart.

[If you win the fall baseball championship, you can return to your original life]

When he searched for articles, he found that the last time he was found dead at his home five years ago.

He didn’t know how he could go back when he was already dead, but he couldn’t live in someone else’s body forever.

‘But she had a tough life.’

The former owner of the body, Jeong Su-hyeon, was a strong woman who lost her parents at a young age but lived

bravely without losing her sense of humor.

However, due to her unfortunate family environment, she was reluctant to interact with others.

Even though she became an influencer after succeeding as a male magazine model to make a living.

Even for Su-hyeon, who had taken over her body while she was living diligently without looking away.

She will become a great pitcher.

Not just a big chest, but a truly great pitcher.

That was all she could think about from the beginning.

Su-hyeon logged into Instagram and wrote a story.

\- I’ve been so into professional baseball lately that I’ve wanted to try playing. Where can I learn baseball?

The power of 500,000 followers was amazing!

As Su-hyeon expected, hundreds of messages came in from simps offering to teach her baseball.

\- Wow!

\- Baseball!

\- You want to learn?

\- Baseball is.

\- Really.

\- Damn.

\- Hard.

\- But I can teach you well, hehe.

\- I’ll teach you man… I mean, baseball.

\- Are you home alone?

\- Su-hyeon, do you like baseball?

\- I got a VIP ticket for Jamsil Stadium the day after tomorrow, do you want to go together?

‘It’s a dirty world… Even if I pitched my shoulder out for 12 seasons, got 150 wins and 50 WAR, I can’t keep up with a

girl with big breasts…’

Oh, but now I’m that girl.

Su-hyeon, who had stopped lamenting her fate, noticed a name that stood out.

\- Hello, Su-hyeon?

\- My name is Kim Dae-joon, and I run the DJ Baseball Academy.

\- I’m a fan of yours, so I’d like to coach you.

\- Please contact me if you’re interested.

Dae-joon?

Why is he here?

What are you doing to a girl who’s 20 years younger than you?

Kim Dae-joon, who was Su-hyeon’s trainer before the possession.

His ability to develop the ace of the Chickens was widely known in the baseball world.

I didn’t know he was so active on social media.

Well, he seems to have a crush on me, and it would be better to have someone I know well, right?

DJ Baseball Academy.

It was a place as familiar to Su-hyeon as home.

But she couldn’t help but feel nervous about meeting someone for the first time in a woman’s body.

‘I hope Dae-joon doesn’t recognize me, does he?’

It was the most useless worry in the world.

When he first met Su-hyeon, Dae-joon was frozen stiff and couldn’t even make eye contact.

“I heard you were a great coach, so I contacted you right after I saw your DM.”

“You knew about me?.”

“What an honor… I’m a huge fan of yours, Su-hyeon!.”

“Oh, you’re so much more beautiful in person.”

Seeing Dae-joon not knowing what to do, Su-hyeon started to get a little mischievous.

“Hey, we’re 20 years apart, don’t call me ‘Su-hyeon’.”

“Please call me ‘Su-hyeon’ comfortably.”

“Shall we, then?.”

“Su-hyeon?.”

“The name is so pretty.”

“Why do you want to learn baseball, Su-hyeon?.”

“Did you get an invitation to throw the first pitch?.”

What?

My name is pretty?

You never said that to me before.

“I want to be a professional baseball player.”

“If it’s you, coach, you can make my dream come true, right?”

“I see, our Su-hyeon.”

“But unfortunately, there’s no professional women’s baseball.”

“It used to be in Japan, but even that’s gone now.”

“It doesn’t matter!.”

“I’m going to be a KBO player.”

“Oh, and I want to be a pitcher.”

‘Su-hyeon, what are you talking about?.’

It was too big of a chest to make a rational rebuttal.

Even though it wasn’t clothes that accentuated her figure.

The vibration that was felt just by breathing.

‘Oh, really, hey.’

Well, what’s the problem with gender these days?

“Su-hyeon is right.”

“There’s no law that says women can’t play in the KBO.”

“Right?.”

“Make me, coach.”

“The first female player in the KBO.”

‘What?.’

‘Were you this much of an idiot?’

Su-hyeon even felt pity for Dae-joon, who readily accepted her ridiculous insistence.

“Well, shall we start with a game of catch?.”

“Throw the ball hard at my glove.”

Su-hyeon took the glove and baseball that Dae-joon had prepared.

Now I can see how far I can throw with this body.

First, I need to warm up, so Su-hyeon lightly threw the ball at Dae-joon.

Whoosh!

[Breast Movement (EX) trait activated]

What came into Dae-joon’s view as he was about to catch Su-hyeon’s ball with a light heart.

It was a magnificent sight, like two huge sperm whales making waves and rushing towards him.

Su-hyeon’s breasts, which bounced off the rotational force of her waist and the force of gravity, repeatedly radiated

and converged with elasticity.

It was a beautiful sight.

Dae-joon was so overwhelmed by the oncoming wave that he forgot to catch the ball coming towards him.

Thwack!

Thud.

“Hyung, are you okay?.”

“Dae-joon!.”

“Wake up!”

[Breast Movement (EX).

Deception-type transcendental trait.

The batter will be under the illusion that three balls are flying towards them.

The effect is maximized for men with a lot of pent-up frustration.]

‘Hyung, you must have been going through a lot.’

‘And I didn’t even know…’

He couldn’t even introduce a woman to his benefactor who made him successful in the pros.

Under the pretext of running only looking at baseball, he did not take care of his precious family.

As a result, Dae-joon accumulated stress, his wife left, and his mother died of cancer.

It was all my fault.

Su-hyeon suppressed the tears that welled up from regret for his past life.

“Ugh, oh my head…”

Kim Dae-joon, who had lost consciousness after being hit directly in the forehead by a catch ball, opened his eyes.

“Coach!.”

“Are you awake?!.”

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault!”

‘I can never tell her that I got hit by the ball while staring at her breasts shaking.’

That was the first thought that came to Dae-joon’s mind as soon as he woke up.

“I must have been thinking about something else for a moment.”

“I’m sorry, were you very surprised?”

“I’m fine, but what about you, coach?.”

“Look at the bump on your forehead.”

“Don’t you need to go to the hospital?”

Su-hyeon, who was worried about him, had tears in her eyes.

They say beautiful people have good personalities, but how can she be so kind?

“It’s not that bad.”

“I’m fine, so don’t cry, Su-hyeon.”

“Oh, this is… never mind.”

“But Su-hyeon.”

“You seem to have talent.”

“Wow, really?”

Although he was distracted by her breasts, it was a headshot that knocked out someone who had been playing

baseball all his life.

Dae-joon’s praise was sincere.

“Of course.”

“Why would I lie?.”

“Shall we play catch again?”

You’re 20 years older than me, and you’re calling yourself oppa?

Su-hyeon had the urge to hit Dae-joon’s head one more time, but she held back.

Su-hyeon, who turned off the Breast Movement trait, started playing catch with Dae-joon again.

Thud!

“Nice ball!.”

“Wow, Su-hyeon, you’re not a baseball beginner, are you?.”

“Your form is so good, too?.”

Thud!!

‘Of course, I’ve been playing baseball all my life.’

Even if it was a previous life.

Thud!

“Yes.”

“I played Little League when I was a kid.”

Thud!

“I knew it.”

“I had a hunch when you said you wanted to be a pro.”

Thud!

‘What hunch.’

‘You just wanted to see my breasts more.’

Thud!

“Then, my shoulder is warmed up, can I throw a little harder?”

“Yes, throw as hard as you want.”

Su-hyeon raised her left leg to wind up, then took a stride and threw a four-seam fastball at Dae-joon.

The sharp sensation of pitching felt in the new body.

It wasn’t bad.

Thud!

The heavy impact and rotational force transmitted through the glove.

Dae-joon, who had been playing baseball all his life, could tell even without a speed gun.

This must be at least 120 km/h.

Su-hyeon could also see that Dae-joon’s eyes, who was going to lightly play catch with a female model and then go

out for a drink, had changed.

Dae-joon’s eyes had changed to those of a real coach.

“Su-hyeon.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you quit baseball?”

“My family’s financial situation got worse.”

Little League was a lie, but it was true that her family was in trouble.

Dae-joon nodded as if he understood everything.

“I see.”

“So you gave up your dream and started modeling.”

Well, imagination is free.

Dae-joon, who came into the pitching zone with Su-hyeon, sat in front of the monitor for analysis.

“Don’t be nervous, just throw comfortably.”

Nervous.

It was always that damn tension.

A life that ended miserably because of a small heart that shrinks only in the fall.

But now it’s different.

I was reborn.

Su-hyeon raised both arms behind her head, pushed her chest out to the fullest, wound up, and threw a four-seam

fastball at the target with all her might.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

124 km/h, RPM 2580, iVB 18.2, HB 7.0.

Dae-joon was speechless when he saw the average values on the screen.

‘The velocity is slow, but what the hell is this crazy movement?’

Considering the handicap of being a woman, the velocity was not slow, but the highest level.

The four-seam’s spin rate and vertical movement were rare even by major league standards.

[Breast Movement (EX)

…The effect is maximized for men.

The rebound of the chest increases the movement rating of all pitches by 3 levels.]

“Oh, my arm hurts because I haven’t thrown in a while.”

“Coach, how’s my ball?”

Su-hyeon, who came to the front of the monitor while rotating her shoulders, glanced at the screen.

Hmm, the velocity is slow, but the movement-related numbers are top-notch.

Is this the EX-class trait?!

Dae-joon, who had been lost in thought, raised his head and slowly opened his mouth.

“Su-hyeon, do you want to play baseball with me properly?”