Ball-Boy Tactics

I returned his earlier words back to him as if I were doing him a favor.

Curious about how he would react, I stared down at his face intently. I tightened my arms slightly around him, preventing him from hiding his expression.

But it wasn’t even necessary. Han Jiwon looked up at me, motionless, his round eyes gazing steadily into mine, the upturned corners of his eyes giving him an unexpectedly sensual look, contrasting with his otherwise gentle face.

His face, which had initially looked shy, suddenly flushed red. When his small, plump lips parted slightly, I thought he would refuse. But instead, Han Jiwon asked, “Really…?”

His eyebrows raised in what seemed to be anticipation, even though moments later, he quickly shook his head with a deeply furrowed brow, as if he had snapped out of it. Still, I had clearly seen the flicker of youthful desire in him.

“Want to try?”

“No! How could I do something like that to your face? I can’t! Even if we’re lovers, there are boundaries we should keep. Some fantasies are better left as just that, fantasies.”

“Oh, so it

a fantasy of yours?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant—”

“It’s similar for me. It’s my fantasy to have someone cum on my face.”

“…What?”

“Yeah, maybe I was meant to be gay. It’s been my dream for ages to be covered in my lover’s cum.”

“…”

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that, it’s just….”

Han Jiwon was never good at hiding his emotions. His face always gave away how he felt, and now, as he nervously bit his red lips, his furrowed brow and soft, rounded cheeks made his expressions all the more endearing.

Without realizing I had already read him like an open book, Han Jiwon hesitated before quietly muttering, “…Maybe we really are soulmates….”

I had to suppress my laughter at his romantic idealism. Han Jiwon was full of surprises, being both innocent and surprisingly bold.

“But, Jiwon, there’s a condition. My fantasy is a bit more detailed.”

“What is it?”

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I led him to the center of the room, running my hands under his clothes to feel his warm skin before pulling off his top. Despite how he had reacted earlier, Han Jiwon was surprisingly compliant.

Under the main light, his bare skin looked especially pale and clean. His light pink areolas drew my eyes, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I stared at him.

“Do it without any help from me. From start to finish.”

Han Jiwon tilted his head in confusion, not understanding. Always patient with him, I explained again, more directly this time.

“I’m asking you to show me how you touch yourself.”

For a moment, Han Jiwon’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

I started to regret making the request, thinking he might back out entirely. But just when I was about to reconsider, Han Jiwon hesitated and moved slightly to the side.

“…Then I’ll go turn off the lights.”

I barely had time to stifle a laugh before grabbing him quickly.

“Turn off the lights at this hour? How am I supposed to watch, then? Are you not going to fulfill my fantasy? I’m already so ready.”

I knelt down in front of him.

Han Jiwon, clearly flustered, fidgeted nervously, but soon he seemed to steel himself, pressing his lips together tightly. The small wrinkles forming on his chin were irresistibly cute.

“…”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he just looked at me for a while before slowly unzipping his pants.

Han Jiwon didn’t pull down his pants and underwear in one go. First, he slowly took off his pants, stepping out of them, and then separately removed his underwear. The sight of him undressing in two steps made me let out a quiet breath. I had only wanted to see him touch himself, but the way he moved was already more arousing than I had expected.

As the black briefs came down, his hard penis stood up immediately. It was definitely above average in size for someone who probably hadn’t thought much about using it. Its clean, slender shape, much like his long limbs, made my mouth water.

With his underwear now completely off, Han Jiwon bit his lip. I could feel the embarrassment, shame, and excitement radiating from him. Covering his eyes with one hand as if trying to hide it all, Han Jiwon finally began to slowly stroke himself.

“…”

I watched him intently. Though the position should have been uncomfortable for me, it felt like Han Jiwon was the one being humiliated. Even while I knelt in front of him, it felt as if I were the one in control.

His naked body in motion was more erotic than any porn I had ever seen. His pale skin was tinged pink in various places, and his protruding bones looked sexier than I could have imagined. Despite quitting gymnastics long ago, Han Jiwon still had an adult man’s body, but it was somehow so soft and delicate.

Han Jiwon had long wrists, forearms, neck, thighs, and calves. Unlike typical gymnasts, his body didn’t pack on muscle easily. His appearance, delicate yet fit, was part of his appeal.

“If you’re going to cum on my face, don’t you need to come closer?”

I asked, pretending to have his best interest at heart.

Though startled, Han Jiwon obediently stepped closer. His lovely erection swelled right in front of my face. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching me through his fingers, so I purposefully didn’t meet his gaze, giving him the freedom to pleasure himself while looking down at me.

Instead, my focus shifted to his pale thighs, and I had to resist the urge to bite into them right then. The red marks I had left on him a few days ago had already faded, and it annoyed me. It felt like he was erasing the traces of me on his body.

“Haah…”

Han Jiwon let out a soft, shaky breath, as if trying to suppress a moan. His hand slowly moved down from his face. His flushed cheeks gave away his arousal.

I thought he was merely adjusting his position.

When Han Jiwon’s dainty fingers, which looked as if they could barely press a camera shutter, began touching my chest and teasing my nipples, I barely managed to swallow the curse that threatened to escape.

What kind of creature is he, for God’s sake?

As he traced circles around my areola with his fingers, sometimes pressing gently, sometimes giving a light pinch, I couldn’t believe that this was the same shy person. It was insane.

I wondered if he was doing it on purpose to provoke me, so I glanced up at him, only to catch him quickly shutting his eyes in surprise. He furrowed his brow in a strangely sensual way, biting his lower lip before releasing it, the skin around his eyes flushed with arousal.

My cock was uncomfortably tight inside my pants. I should’ve included mutual masturbation in my fantasies, instead of just watching.

I wanted to bite those insolent fingers, pin him down, and defile the space between his clean, pristine legs. The urge to shove my cock inside him and fill him with cum, tormenting him until the frothy liquid was thoroughly spent, overwhelmed me.

His delicate hand continued to stroke his beautiful cock. The pace gradually quickened, and with every movement, the side of his hand tapped against his lower abdomen, making a soft slapping sound. Clear precum dripped from the tip of his penis. He didn’t seem like someone who drank much water, yet here he was, leaking it frequently.

“Open your eyes, Han Jiwon. Are you closing them to imagine someone else?”

My demand was harsh, but Han Jiwon immediately opened his eyes. His tightly pressed lips turned pale for a moment, then reddened again as if embarrassed.

“I-I think I’m going to….”

“Come closer.”

“Mm.”

Without a word of protest, Han Jiwon obediently moved closer. His cock, eager to release, hovered just inches from my face. Even before his cum sprayed across my face, clear strings of precum slowly dripped onto my cheek.

“Is it really okay…?”

“Of course.”

“Sorry, but… could you open your mouth a little, too?”

Suppressing a grin, I complied with his request, parting my lips and sticking out my tongue as if preparing to catch his cum. His expression grew even more awkward, clearly struggling to contain his excitement.

His pace quickened as his penis turned a deeper shade of red. Within moments, white cum spurted from the tip, landing on my face.

“Ah… hah….”

Warm drops splattered across my face, landing on my forehead, eyebrows, and even streaking across my nose and cheeks. The viscous fluid, with a texture similar to condensed milk, dripped down quickly, leaving trails on my skin.

Trying to aim his cock down towards my mouth, Han Jiwon wore a different expression compared to when he climaxed while pinned beneath me.

I wondered if he would make the same face if he were having sex with a woman. The thought alone irritated me. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his cock, letting the familiar sweet taste of his semen drip into my mouth.

“Mm… ah…!”

Our eyes met as I looked up at him while licking. He had sprayed my face with his cum, now standing there with a conflicted expression. It looked as though he was on the verge of tears, but the overwhelming desire in his face made him irresistibly sexy.

With his semen still on my tongue, I licked and sucked his cock. His hand rested on my head as he whimpered softly, his body trembling as if on the verge of collapse.

“Ha….”

The cum was so sweet that I wondered if ants would come swarming if I spilled it on the grass.

Noticing Han Jiwon moving his hand behind his back, I grabbed his wrist with a sudden suspicion. His finger, which had already slipped deep inside, popped out.

“…What are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh….”

Han Jiwon met my gaze with a defiant expression, still flushed from his orgasm.

“I was… masturbating….”

“…”

“If it bothers you, I’m sorry….”

“…How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long have you been doing this? You didn’t start this before we met, right?”

“Oh….”

I could tolerate him teasing his chest while masturbating, but having a guy stick his fingers naturally between his ass cheeks-.

“…It’s been a while.”

It was completely against the spirit of sportsmanship.

It was a fucked-up situation.

I found myself laughing, not even realizing it.

“Jiwon, what you’re saying is….”

If I thought about it, Han Jiwon had been toying with me all along.

“You want me to fill you up, right?”

“Huh? No, that’s not it— ah!”

Without warning, I lifted Han Jiwon by his thighs. He was lighter than a basketball. With no time to get to the bed, I set him down on the sofa.

“If I’m going to fill you up, I guess I can’t use a condom again today.”

“W-we said we wouldn’t go all the way… I asked for it on the face, that’s why I—!”

“Jiwon, think about it. I never agreed to those conditions.”

“…Still! You’ve got something important tomorrow… ugh!”

As Han Jiwon tried to sit up, I turned him over, making his left arm and leg hang off the sofa. It looked almost like he was about to pee like a dog. His exposed hole and pale perineum were now completely visible. The plump flesh was too irresistible not to lick.

“Is your hobby torturing people?”

I wiped the slick cum off my face with my shirt, then tossed it aside. Ignoring his wide-eyed stare, I spread his ass cheeks, revealing the tiny spot in the middle of his perineum. It was a secret only I knew. Even Han Jiwon didn’t know about it, and I had no intention of telling him.

“Ahh…!”

I moved my tongue as if wiping off the spot. Licking from his balls to his perineum, I sucked and licked, the resilient skin bouncing back with each touch.

When Han Jiwon moaned and twisted his hips, my nose brushed against his tailbone. I felt exhilarated seeing him melt under my touch, and every time I licked him like this, he would always squirt forward.

Han Jiwon kept slipping off the sofa, his pelvis sliding down. Grabbing his hips and pulling him back up, his ass rose higher, making it the perfect position to insert my fingers.

“Jiwon, it’s tight here, so we’ll have to stretch it out. But don’t do it too often on your own. It’ll feel like you’re giving it away to someone else, and I don’t like that.”

“I-I don’t do it often—ah, ah…!”

I slipped my middle finger deep inside, feeling his muscles tense around the intrusion. After soothing him with slow, gentle movements, I carefully added my index finger. His sensitive flesh welcomed my fingers, responding eagerly to the teasing, and Han Jiwon writhed and groaned under me.

To the public, Han Jiwon was always seen as pure and innocent. His entire growth had been watched by the nation. Most people still remembered him as a teenager. If they could see how utterly wrecked he became under my touch, what would they think?

I didn’t really care. This side of Han Jiwon was something only I got to witness.

Sometimes, I felt proud of how much Han Jiwon had accomplished at such a young age, but the fact that the entire country knew of his existence bothered me. Han Jiwon was born to make me crave him with his beauty, to reach the top of the gymnastics world just for me, and to hone his photography skills so we could meet.

Though I wasn’t a romantic who believed in fate, Han Jiwon was an exception.

I was convinced that we were destined to be entangled in the end.

“Haaung…”

I pulled my fingers out with a wet sound, and Han Jiwon’s trembling skin broke out in goosebumps.

“Should we stop and continue tomorrow?”

I asked casually, as if offering a favor, but I didn’t care what his answer would be. I had no intention of stopping. I just wanted to tease him a little longer.

Han Jiwon, perched awkwardly in that precarious position, glanced at my face. He blinked those beautiful eyes a few times, then blushed, looking embarrassed. And then…

The lips that once promised to take responsibility for me until the end,

The tongue that wished no one would find out about us,

The breath that almost confessed to a talkative colleague about our relationship,

The voice that never once told me to stop when I was rough and inconsiderate during sex,

All came together.

“…Please put it in, Jungwoo. I want it… so badly.”

“……”

There was a time when my overwhelming possessiveness led me to make Han Jiwon drink water.

At that time, I felt hurt and upset with him. So I tilted the cup, making him swallow every drop, and as I watched his pretty lips moving, I felt a strange connection. I kept telling myself that this wasn’t a one-sided relationship.

Just like that time when I let the last drop fall, I sighed softly.

Han Jiwon always reminded me how dangerous it was to let my guard down. He made me think I was in control, only to throw me off with unexpected words.

I gently lifted Han Jiwon, who was on the verge of collapsing. His penis, which seemed as aroused as mine, was already dripping clear fluid.

Even in that short walk to the bed, we kissed. Han Jiwon, wrapping his arms around my neck, playfully tugged at my hair. His fingers running through my hair gave me pleasant chills. Every touch from him was so sensual.

I found myself wishing tomorrow wouldn’t come. Though it was still early evening, such thoughts crossed my mind as I carefully laid Han Jiwon down on the bed.

***

Han Jiwon fell asleep quickly.

He had once confessed that he suffered from insomnia. But every time we spent the night together, he always fell asleep before me. I knew the orgasms and the prolonged release were tiring, but still, I felt a bit disappointed. I had planned to lie down and wait for him to regain his energy for a second round, maybe even entertain myself with a bit of hand play while I waited…

Of course, I understood. We had just had sex in the bathroom.

But Han Jiwon had agreed to my suggestion to shower together, and it was he who underestimated me, thinking I’d just watch him without acting. If he hadn’t tried to slip away when I pressed my fully erect member against him, I wouldn’t have lifted him and taken him right there.

The shower booth was also way too small. The space was so tight that every slight movement caused Han Jiwon to brush against me, making it impossible to hold back.

“……”

I was a bit disappointed, but watching Han Jiwon sleep made up for it. His sleeping face, free from embarrassment, was such a rare sight that I enjoyed staring at it.

And sometimes, I even got to witness Han Jiwon talk in his sleep.

Just like now.

“…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I’ll do better….”

“……”

“Please don’t hit me… it hurts….”

I knew exactly who Han Jiwon was pleading to in his dreams. I had known since the first time I witnessed his sleep-talking, and I had been frozen for a long time after.

It was such a long time ago. Even the gossipers had forgotten about the incident, thinking it was ancient history. The fact that Han Jiwon was still having nightmares about it came as a shock, and soon filled my heart with a deep, burning anger.

Childhood should be a distant memory. The urge to kill the man who still haunted Han Jiwon, even after all these years, was something I had to suppress with difficulty.

Han Jiwon never showed signs of struggling with trauma in his daily life. I had become complacent, thinking the incident was just a part of his past, not realizing that it was still shaping him today.

“I’m sorry… please don’t leave….”

Maybe his insomnia was a defense mechanism he had developed, unconsciously finding a way to avoid the nightmares.

Just like that first night I heard Han Jiwon talk in his sleep, I gently stroked his cheek. I brought my face close to his, so that if he opened his eyes, he would see me.

“Han Jiwon. Jiwon-ah.”

His eyebrows twitched at the sound of his name. Even his small reactions were adorable.

“Jiwon-ah, wake up.”

“…Mmm? Why…?”

His fluttering eyelashes trembled as he fought off sleep. When his brilliant eyes finally appeared through them, I said the words I had wanted to say.

“Goodnight.”

Han Jiwon smiled at my sincere words. He held my hand, the one caressing his cheek, and rubbed his face against it.

“I was sleeping just fine.”

His warm voice, unaware of what he had just mumbled in his sleep, made a playful complaint. His eyelids, closed with a smile, soon opened again. His pupils rolled around, trying to find focus, and I wished I could hear a sound accompanying the movement.

“Jungwoo, why aren’t you sleeping? Is it because of the match tomorrow? You can’t sleep?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

“Ah, I guess I made you feel pressured. But honestly, it’s okay if you make mistakes.”

Han Jiwon rolled over and nestled into my arms. It seemed like he wanted to hold me, but because of our size difference, he ended up being the one held. As I naturally wrapped my arm around his back, Han Jiwon burrowed into me. His warm breath seemed to seep into my chest.

“It’s okay to make mistakes. You can just do better next time. You have many next chances, unlike me… you’re not someone who gives up easily…”

As Han Jiwon’s words continued, his voice gradually softened and became drowsy. Like a well-fed baby bird, he slowly drifted off to sleep in my arms.

“…And I’ll always be by your side. I promise.”

I’ll never leave you.

With those final words, a brief silence fell, followed by the sound of steady, rhythmic breathing. Even his breathing was quiet. You had to really focus to hear the faint, peaceful sounds he made.

For a moment, I regretted the sex we had in the bathroom. I should’ve left him with more energy. If I had, I could’ve listened to his confession, sweeter than any nectar from a flower, for a little longer.

I gently held Han Jiwon in my arms, softly stroking the back of his head. His hair slipping through my fingers felt so delicate.

Han Jiwon still didn’t know anything. Now, there was no way he could leave me. It wasn’t something he could just decide to walk away from. I wouldn’t let him.

As we go through our days, going to school together, attending the same classes, and falling asleep side by side, we will endlessly support each other’s dreams. We’ll heal from our pains, layer over each other, and grow stronger together.

And in the near future, on the day we hold a grand wedding at some beautiful place—

That day will be the beginning of our prime.