SPW 91

Someone in a deeply pulled-down baseball cap blended into the disorganized hallway. A counterfeit access pass hung around the man’s neck. With the halftime chaos, no one paid any mind to the man. The locker room door was wide open, as many people were coming and going. Staff members bustled in and out. The man in the baseball cap also entered the locker room naturally, pushing a cart full of drinks.

“This is as far as the security cameras caught, boss.”

“Identity?”

“Not yet…”

Bailey flinched at the cold gaze and answered, cautiously lowering his eyes.

“There are no CCTV cameras in the locker room at all, and the unidentified man skillfully moved to avoid the blind spots.”

Of course, he couldn’t hide his entrance and exit from the locker room, but the information that could be gleaned from that footage alone was extremely limited. Male, dark skin, a pathetically skinny build.

“They say the staff has changed several times since the manager was appointed. So he was able to come and go from the locker room easily with just an access pass.”

Since ‘that’ manager had been appointed, rumors of discord and unconfirmed controversies had been constantly leaking from the club. The locker room, which was off-limits to outsiders, was even more so during the sensitive halftime period.

Nevertheless, ‘that’ manager always kept the locker room door open while scolding, cursing at, and criticizing the players’ performance. It was a kind of show of power. A shallow display that even players earning hundreds of millions a week were nothing under him. It was the board of directors, which had already been replaced once, that had been actively involved in the appointment of ‘that’ manager.

“Look into the dismissal process.”

This time, Bailey’s answer did not come easily. A sharp glance turned toward Bailey. After hesitating, Bailey added his personal opinion.

“Kim won’t be happy about it. Boss.”

No, he would burst through the office door with a flushed face and glare resentfully at Florian.

“The team atmosphere isn’t good, and Kim isn’t getting the treatment he deserves, but the team’s performance so far is good.”

“If the content is garbage, the results will be too.”

This was a truth-like principle, especially in the world of sports.

“With the performance at the beginning of the league in shambles, do you think they can maintain their current ranking until the second half?

The only reason Florian had gotten involved in the club’s management, which he had no interest in, was solely because of Kim Sarang. But he couldn’t just neglect the club’s management to protect his one bit of pride.

“If you fire him now, the media will have a lot to say. They’ll spin it however they want, saying you intervened because he wasn’t playing Kim properly. After the ranking drops a little more…”

“Who would believe that? Bailey.”

Leaning his upper body completely against the back of his chair, Florian smiled faintly and looked up at Bailey.

“All of them will be convinced that I have abandoned, and will abandon, ‘Kim’.”

“Boss.”

“There’s no need to worry about Kim Sarang’s massive ego.”

Returning to his indifferent expression, Florian sat up straight.

“He’s not shameless enough to come and confront me in a situation like this.”

Carefully observing Florian, who was holding a pen and reviewing documents, Bailey opened his mouth.

“Then what should we do about the doping matter, boss.”

“If a professional athlete tests positive for doping, it’s a matter for the league office to handle.”

“Then that man…”

Florian’s hand, which had been writing something, stopped.

“Secure him. I need to confirm who drugged Sarang during halftime and with what intention.”

Florian let out a series of dry laughs, but his eyes were not smiling at all.

“In reality, isn’t it most likely that Kim Sarang used the drugs himself?”

Wiping away the self-mocking smile, Florian began to move his hand again.

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No, the Florian in the dream did not suspect for a moment that Kim Sarang had used the drugs himself. Not until he became aware of the fact that he did not doubt Kim Sarang in the slightest.

“…”

Sitting on the terrace, Florian exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke, his blond hair fluttering slightly. It was June, but the weather in Canton was fickle, and a downpour had suddenly begun, drastically lowering the air temperature. Florian gazed at the scattering raindrops where the smoke dissipated and lazily cracked his neck with a thump, thump. He soon leaned his upper body against the back of the chair, tilted his head back, and let out a thick cloud of smoke.

“Haa.”

Exhaling a sigh mixed with cigarette smoke, Florian slowly blinked his eyelashes that shone gold even in the darkness. He felt as if his entire body had been beaten. It felt as if not just his shell, but all the internal organs and sensory organs that made up Florian had been sucked, bitten, and chewed until they had dissolved into mush. That was how it felt.

“It was good.”

Impeccably so. Florian was so satisfied that he had almost possessed Sarang, who craved, coveted, and lusted after him. It was not just physical satisfaction. There was also a spiritual fulfillment. Florian did not want to escape from that sense of gratification, which could not be fully expressed with the words “it feels good.”

‘Rian, Rian…’

As time passed, Sarang became more like an alpha in heat. Fearing his omega would run away, he forcefully used his strength to restrain Florian, leave marks, and try to possess him by swelling the tip of his cock. There wasn’t a single spot that hadn’t been bitten. He even bit his perineum, so it was still stinging as he sat there.

And how much he had sucked his cock. He was different from any of the other alphas who had spent their heats with Florian until now. It wasn’t just because Florian didn’t allow for messy and free sex. Even while having the same Florian underneath them, their goals and Sarang’s were completely different. Just as a desire for conquest and a desire of love are clearly different.

‘I’m happy.’

The confession that remained in Florian’s ears as he was repeatedly swept away and submerged in a mind-blowing pleasure and a sated fullness could be interpreted differently as ‘I Sarang you.’ Even before they had officially begun the heat, Florian knew the true nature of the fear and anxiety Sarang felt. Sarang was afraid and trembled with anxiety that he might reveal it when he entered the heart of his heat, that he would end up revealing his Sarang to Florian.

‘I’m happy.’

Sarang’s voice tickled his ear. As if he were whispering into Florian’s ear even now. It was a confession that had been poured out for so long that it was still overflowing. It was pitiful and heartbreaking. Florian had never been exposed to such a whisper, one that made him want to give in to everything somehow. No, he had never let anyone this close to begin with. This close.

A cool breeze brushed against Florian’s pale cheek as he took a long, final drag of smoke.

Erotically.

“…”

Yes, Florian, who had never let anyone even a little bit close, let alone this close erotically, had given his heart to a kid ten years younger, to a kid with a bright future, to a kid who ended up that way in the dream because of him.

“Ha.”

A low laugh escaped. Florian had no choice but to admit it. It was not pity, nor sympathy, nor guilt. Perhaps Florian had, from the moment he found the small box, just big enough to hold three or four books, that was the only trace of Kim Sarang in the desolate apartment in the dream. From the moment he found the seventeen-year-old Sarang sitting alone in the large bridal chamber filled with an ominous air. From the moment he found Sarang covered in bright red rose petals like a dazzling midsummer day. He must have foreseen and felt not affection, but erotic love. No, that was it. He just hadn’t wanted to admit it.

Sizzle—Florian crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray and stood up, shaking his gown as if to air out the smell. Now that he had realized and acknowledged his feelings, he would refuse to do anything foolish. A sudden gust of wind swept past Florian, who was wearing only a thin pair of pajama pants and a silk gown.

Florian, who didn’t get cold, merely brushed back his fluttering hair. Suddenly, he remembered Sarang’s ice-cold hands. Sarang, who looked like he should be burning with a high fever but had a low body temperature, would often blow on his hands while wrestling with Canton’s fickle weather.

Even while competing on the pitch, fighting against the brutal weather with his bare body, Sarang was never easily pushed back by opposing players. Revealing his toned muscles and sturdy physique, he lost neither in strength nor in skill. On top of that, Sarang concentrated solely on the game, as if he were a man who knew neither cold nor loneliness. That was why Sarang on the pitch sometimes felt unfamiliar.

“Ah.”

As he was about to leave the terrace, Florian frowned and glanced down. The pajama pants he had grabbed and put on were soaked. It was because Sarang’s semen, which he thought he had gotten all out, must have melted somewhere in his insides and trickled down.

That was not the only thing that deepened Florian’s sigh. At the feeling of it flowing out and parting his folds, Florian had reacted. The front of his pants was bulging. It wasn’t just because of the semen that soaked his thigh and his pants.

Sarang. Because he had thought of Kim Sarang on the pitch. Because he had pictured Sarang’s defiant, combative, and even strong side that he couldn’t normally see, Florian had gotten an erection.

“…”

Covering his face, which was growing hot for some reason, Florian closed the glass door and left the terrace.

The downpour continued.