Chapter 8: I didn’t Press the like button

At first glance, Nam Gun-woo’s Instagram following list seemed unremarkable.

But it couldn’t escape the eyes of the titty expert, Soo-hyun.

‘Look at him following cheerleader Seo Hee-yeon and idol Choi Mi-na.’

‘Oh, and he’s even following me?’

How many men dislike big boobs, though.

Usually, no matter how much they like them, they don’t follow.

Because social reputation is important.

But he followed all of Korea’s top 3 boob representatives?

And he even added a few slender girls as decoys?

Nam Gun-woo, you must be a healthy man who prefers big breasts on women, right?

As Soo-hyun predicted, Boob Movement (EX) was performing at its best.

The perceived speed felt by Nam Gun-woo in the batter’s box was about 30 km/h faster than the actual speed.

Whoosh~

Crack!

“Foul!”

But the genius batter’s bat was different.

Nam Gun-woo easily cut Soo-hyun’s perceived 142 km/h backdoor boob rider.

It was not an easy pitch to time.

‘The longer I drag this out, the more disadvantageous it is.’

‘I have to finish it as quickly as possible.’

The only pitches I haven’t shown yet are the four-seamer and the change-up.

In the match against the gay guy, I followed the textbook and lost.

Then should I do the opposite this time?

No.

This time, I’ll follow the textbook again!

Ball count 0-2, third pitch, a high four-seam fastball.

Thud!

“Ball!”

Nam Gun-woo didn’t swing at the perceived 161 km/h rising fastball that was two balls above the top of the strike zone.

This pitch was just a show.

Both the batter and the pitcher knew that the next pitch was the deciding one.

Thump.

Thump.

Soo-hyun’s two breasts, winding up, emitted a fresh life force under the hot Balinese sun.

Then, the titty change-up left Soo-hyun’s hand, passing through her middle, ring, and pinky fingers in order.

The 30,000 spectators gathered at Rahman Stadium witnessed an illusion of a milky white life stream emanating

from Soo-hyun’s chest and dwelling in the ball.

Boing~

Perceived speed of 148 km/h.

A tremendous amount of break, close to a high-speed screwball.

Soo-hyun’s change-up, like a viper, dug into the farthest corner of the strike zone.

Thud!

The sound of the viper, which had evaded the bat’s head that was tenaciously chasing it, settling into the catcher’s

mitt echoed.

“Swing, batter out!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!”

With the simultaneous roar of 30,000 spectators, Rahman Stadium was filled with an atmosphere that seemed like it

would be swept away.

\- Oh my goddess!

\- Jung Soo-hyun presents Nam Gun-woo with his first strikeout of the tournament!

\- Ricky’s defeat was no accident!

It was that grudge after all, you biased announcer!

Soo-hyun, I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to do this again.

Soo-hyun spoke to Nam Gun-woo, who was coming to switch offense and defense.

“Gun-woo, I just saw your Instagram because I was busy.”

“I followed you back right away!”

“I’m so happy to be able to play baseball with you like this.”

Soo-hyun jumped forward 10cm, landed, and extended her right hand.

Nam Gun-woo’s gaze was unknowingly fixed on something that was shaking violently.

Gulp.

The burning hostility from the strikeout melted away like snow.

Nam Gun-woo unknowingly reached out his right hand and clasped Soo-hyun’s hand.

“Th-thank you!”

“Noona, your b… I mean, your balls are really good too!”

“Thanks!”

“Let’s have a great match!”

The first time a boy who was about to be a senior in high school held the hand of an adult woman.

Soo-hyun’s hand, trained by baseball, was rough yet soft.

\- When you meet someone from the same country abroad, you become even more glad!

\- What a wonderful sight to see two Koreans uniting through baseball here in Bali!

\- Ah, baseball is so wonderful!

The atmosphere of the stadium heated up even more with the handshake between the two good-looking people.

But it didn’t take long for the heat to cool down.

[Boob Movement (EX) trait is activated]

Thud!

“Ball!”

Thud!

“Ball!”

When Nam Gun-woo’s two 140 km/h fastballs were called balls in a row, the atmosphere in the stadium suddenly

began to turn cold.

Although he had switched to a fielder now, Nam Gun-woo was the team’s ace until middle school.

He had been throwing strikes without any problems until the preliminaries.

Korea’s baseball genius was faltering.

Thud!

“Ball!”

When the third pitch, which was reduced to 130 km/h to focus on control, was also called a ball.

The spectators sensed that Nam Gun-woo was screwed.

A desperate ball count of 3-0.

Considering the opponent batter’s poor batting ability.

He just needs to throw the ball in the middle of the zone.

But in Nam Gun-woo’s eyes.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

‘I can’t see anything but her chest.’

‘Am I hypnotized or something?’

Rubbing his eyes until the blood vessels burst and shaking his head didn’t help.

Soo-hyun’s vs.

Nam Gun-woo battle stance.

An extreme open stance with her bat held high above her ear and her left leg spread outward.

It was a batting stance that clearly exposed both of her breasts without being blocked by her arms.

On top of that, she was rhythmically moving as if to set the batting timing.

Gun-woo.

How long are you going to make me do the boob dance?

Stop resisting and throw.

You’ll feel better soon.

With 2 seconds left on the pitch clock.

Nam Gun-woo, who finished his windup, threw his fourth pitch of the finals.

Thud!

\- Oh my!

\- In the first round of the 4th Greatest Baseball Tournament, another upset occurs!

\- Korean baseball goddess Jung Soo-hyun defeats genius batter Nam Gun-woo and advances to the quarterfinals!

A small applause started somewhere in the quiet stands.

The applause called for more applause, and the sound, which spread to cheers, soon filled the stadium.

The Greatest Baseball Tournament is not a competition to rank prospects, but a baseball festival.

Whether it was a walk or not, Soo-hyun deserved applause, and the spectators responded.

Soo-hyun took off her helmet and bowed to first base, the outfield, and third base.

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Thank you!”

If a walk is allowed, that moment is a defeat.

Many people criticized the Greatest Baseball Tournament as a pseudo-baseball because of this rule, which is the

most different from reality.

However, this rule was indispensable because it filtered out participants who were below the standard of pitching.

This hit is big!

It’s going over the fence!

Dicky Gonzalez!

He hits Michael Gardner’s 4th pitch for a 127m grand slam!

No matter what anyone says, the flower of baseball is the home run.

The white ball soaring high into the sky has the power to stop the flow of time and freeze the thoughts of the spectators.

An enthusiastic roar that was incomparable to the anti-climactic end of the first game with a straight walk resounded

throughout the entire stadium.

“Wow, that’s cool.”

“That Dominican oppa will probably get more followers today.”

“Well, Michael Gardner won’t be that easy, will he?”

As Dae-joon predicted, Michael Gardner immediately counterattacked.

Gardner hit the first pitch!

Oh no… it’s a ground ball that goes past the pitcher like a bullet.

It’s a well-hit ball, but it must be very disappointing, Michael Gardner.

The distance is recorded as 14.9m.

“It seems to be over?”

“That’s right.”

“The opponent in the quarterfinals is Dicky Gonzalez.”

Soo-hyun thought it wasn’t bad.

It was based on a vague prejudice.

Something like Latin Hispanics are passionate, they prefer big boobs as much as big butts, and they seem to be

heterosexual.

On the other hand, the American Michael Gardner seemed to have some kind of risk factor.

Soo-hyun was lost in these useless thoughts.

That was when.

Crack!

The unexpected accident happened.

Dicky Gonzalez, who was hit in the head by Michael Gardner’s 152 km/h fastball, fell on the batter’s box with his helmet off.

\- We announce the results of the second match of the round of 16.

\- Dicky Gonzalez won by Michael Gardner’s hit by pitch.

\- However, Dicky will not be able to participate in the following matches due to his injury.

\- Accordingly, the first match of the quarterfinals will be processed as a bye for the winner of the first match of the round of 16.

\- We will inform you of the status of Dicky Gonzalez, who is currently being transported to a medical facility, as soon as we receive news.

“Coach, this is… that, right?”

“Yeah, I think it’s that, Soo-hyun!”

It’s a lucky Dicky!

He should have been saying that while jumping up and down and hugging Soo-hyun, but.

Dae-joon endured it with the patience of an adult.

So did Soo-hyun.

Hey, there are a lot of cameras here.

Sad thoughts.

Sad thoughts!

My ex-wife Im Yoo-min had an affair and left me, sending me divorce papers.

My mother, who collapsed after hearing the news, passed away from pancreatic cancer.

And I died of a heart attack after reading hate comments ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

I’m so happy ㅋㅋㅋㅋ A bye is so sweet ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Dae-joon turned his head away at the sight of Soo-hyun’s lips twitching with a serious expression.

He failed to hold back his laughter.