[My slutty girlfriend is the opposing team's team manager] (Part 1)

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"Whoosh!" A deep orange rugby ball, tracing a beautiful arc, landed squarely in the hands of a running forward in a red and white striped jersey

in the distance . The tall, muscular running forward caught the ball and easily shook off...

no, rather, shoved past the player trying to intercept him, heading towards the touchdown zone on the other side of the field.

"Go! Go!" At the same time, the stands surrounding the field, filled with

spectators , erupted in a thunderous cheer. The players on the other team watched helplessly

as the opposing team tore through their defense and scored a touchdown.

"Andy, you're amazing!" As usual after the previous few points, a delicate beauty rushed

over and gave the scoring player a big hug. He also hugged the beauty's slender body tightly, and his hands

were generously rubbing her plump buttocks.

"20:3." I stared at the scoreboard in the stands, barely suppressing my jealousy, and said angrily,

"Coach, why did they put such a big, strong but slow guy as a running forward? American football is

n't like that!"

"There's nothing we can do..." Our coach shrugged helplessly, "They're exchange students who actually

received physique and skills are far superior to our students from Thailand.

Even if they don't play by the rules, in terms of basic physical fitness, we're still far behind."

"Exchange students!?" I exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be...?"

"Yes, their most important positions—the defensive linebacker, the offensive running back, and the offensive

quarterback—are all exchange students from the US," the coach explained dejectedly. "Those are all burly black men

over 180cm and 100kg. Sigh... it's normal that we can't beat them."

"Coach, let me be the special team receiver this time during the break."

The image of a pair of large, dark hands caressing a firm, round butt lingered in my mind, leading me to a

decision that might bring me future humiliation: "I'm going to show those black men what I'm capable of."

"Don't get so worked up!" the coach comforted me. "Your girlfriend... oh, I mean the opposing team's

female manager, she's probably just trying to boost her players' morale, that's why she's being so... enthusiastic. Don't overthink

it, just focus on your own role."

"Girlfriend!?" Dozens of my teammates looked at me simultaneously, exclaiming in unison, "Your

girlfriend is the opposing team's manager!?"

*** *** *** ***

Yes, I met my girlfriend a year before I went to university. I was

studying hard for my university entrance exams. One day, after a long day of studying, I went to a sports restaurant near the school to relax and watch my favorite American football

game . That's when I met a girl who also loved American football—my girlfriend, Na'er.

Because of our shared interests, our relationship blossomed incredibly quickly. But things didn't go as planned, and nothing is

perfect . Although we both got into university, they were in different parts of the same country, so we could only maintain

a long-distance relationship. Since we both loved American football, I joined my school's team, and she became the team manager

for hers .

The most memorable thing was on the day I saw her off at her university by train. I seized

the opportunity to ask her a question I'd always wanted to know.

"Why would a pure and lovely girl like you like American football, a sport full of sweat,

violence , and collisions?" I asked, puzzled. "I can play with my friends occasionally, but girls

can't really go to the field and participate in person!"

"I participate in other ways!" My girlfriend's fair and smooth face suddenly flushed.

"Other ways!?" I asked, puzzled.

"I'm with you because you're the best among your friends, but we don't have time to

take it the next level..."

"No time!? Next level!?" I was completely confused. "What are you talking about? What does this

have to do with why you like American football?"

"Oh, don't ask so many questions!" My girlfriend said shyly. "Anyway, if you

win the college American football championship after you get to college, I'll let you know."

With a heart full of questions, I started my college life. During this time, I

was constantly , asking her what she was going to say at the train station that day, but she always stammered. Later, I also

started my busy school team practice and gradually forgot to ask about it.

Time flies, and the day of the college football finals has finally arrived. Our school has come a long way to reach this

point , and since American football isn't very popular in the US, I easily climbed into the starting lineup and even

took on the captain's role as a freshman. Our opponent in the finals, as if by fate, is

my girlfriend's college football team.

Strangely, they're a team that only emerged this year, and they haven't lost a single half.

Apparently, their playing style has changed drastically this year, becoming much more aggressive, almost reckless. Because they

performed , they have the home advantage, meaning the finals will be held on

the American football field on my girlfriend's college campus.

When I heard the news, I was more happy than worried, because I could finally show my

strength without any worries about playing away from home; on the other hand, I could finally see my girlfriend whom I hadn't seen for almost a year. I

wondered if she had become more voluptuous?

I heard from other teams that they lost to the other team that the team manager would give them a special reward after winning the league championship,

which is why they played so hard!

The day before the game, I arranged to meet my girlfriend at the gate of her school, but I arrived an hour early,

partly to surprise her and partly to scout out the team's situation. After finally navigating the vast university

campus to reach the basketball court, I immediately recognized my girlfriend. She was the only girl on the entire enormous court,

but she looked completely different; I almost couldn't recognize her as the innocent high school girl I knew.

She sported newly dyed dark red, shoulder-length hair, and her fingernails and toenails were

painted . She was excitedly cheering. And, to my utter dismay, she was wearing a pink top with an incredibly low neckline.

The girl, with her deep cleavage that drives all men crazy, had her full, white breasts

bouncing up and down with the rhythm of her body, as if trying to break free from her.

She wore red hot pants, revealing her long, slender, white legs, and strappy

Roman sandals that reached just above her calves. I stared blankly at my girlfriend's sexy outfit, a sense of accomplishment

welling up . That gorgeous girl is my girlfriend! When I show up, all those

guys who only know how to bury themselves in training will be green with envy; they probably don't even have girlfriends!

It's been so long since I've seen my girlfriend; she'll be incredibly passionate when she sees me. If I win the competition, she

'll admire her boyfriend even more. Maybe tomorrow night I'll finally get my wish and kiss her. Thinking about this, my penis

naturally hardened like an iron rod.

But then I suddenly noticed that the opposing team's jerseys were bright red with white stripes, the color scheme being red

, perfectly matching my girlfriend's passionate, fiery red outfit. A surge of jealousy welled up inside me,

and my sense of accomplishment turned into utter humiliation, because I knew my girlfriend wasn't dressed like that just to see me

.

To test her, I deliberately went back to the school gate and called to let her know I was there. My girlfriend arrived almost half an hour late

, wearing a loose, plain-colored tracksuit that tightly covered her breasts and long, beautiful

legs and she had changed into ordinary sneakers.

Seeing this, I became even angrier. My girlfriend openly showed off almost every inch of her

snow-white skin to others, but wouldn't let her real boyfriend even glance at it. Ironically, those

stinky men who could legitimately admire her jiggling breasts were actually my enemies, the ones I was about to fight to the death on the field. Suddenly, I

felt like I was wearing a huge green hat, and not just one.

"Long time no see, did you miss me?" I temporarily put everything aside, asking with a smile, and pretended to

hug her. Even through the thick sportswear, I could clearly feel

the two bouncy mounds of flesh rubbing against my chest, though only briefly, it still made my penis

even harder.

"No way! This is the school gate." My girlfriend pushed me away, her expression flat,

showing no joy at our long-awaited reunion. "Isn't there a match tomorrow? Go back and rest."

"Na'er, we haven't seen each other for so long, and I've already made it to the football championship, not to mention I'm the captain of

this near-champion team. Can you give me some reward?" Perhaps it was

the image of my girlfriend dressed scantily and cheering for the opposing team that spurred me on, because I blurted out, "Besides, we've been boyfriend and girlfriend for almost a year, and we

haven't even... done it yet."

"Ugh, how can you talk about this like that!" my girlfriend said disgustedly. "Are you out of your mind

? You pervert!"

Yes, as her boyfriend, I haven't touched a single part of my girlfriend's body. When we were preparing for exams

, we only held hands at most. Her soft, delicate lips, her 34D breasts,

her model long legs, and her slender waist are all objects of male fantasy, but as her boyfriend, I

haven't even had the chance to touch her body. I even masturbate at night with pictures of my girlfriend. I'm such a coward as a boyfriend

; no one would believe it if I told them, so no one knows.

"Oh, by the way, I have to tell you, I'm going to be a cheerleader for our team tomorrow, and I'll be wearing a slightly... slightly

revealing outfit." My girlfriend said, her face flushed. "If there's anything more intimate... oh, I mean,

some enthusiastic celebration, I hope you don't mind."

Hearing this, I was both angry and happy. I was angry because my girlfriend might be

hugged ; I was happy because at least my girlfriend still cared about me and was willing to tell me about it in advance and ask for my consent.

"And what about me?" I pressed on, asking, "They can celebrate enthusiastically if they win, but if I,

their boyfriend, win, I have to beat them, right?"

"Okay, okay, if you win the championship tomorrow, that's different. Maybe I can let you..."

My girlfriend looked at my bulging crotch and said with a sly look, "You've been holding back for long enough, my '

boyfriend '."

"Really...really?!" I asked excitedly.

"Hehe, if you win the championship, come to the shower room in our school's gym after the competition!" My girlfriend

said with a flirtatious smile. "Don't go to the wrong one, it's the girls' shower room. Don't worry about being discovered, I'll clear the area."

"That's great!" I was so happy that the suspicion of being cheated on had long been forgotten. I was

so excited that I accidentally let slip, "Finally, I don't have to use photos to beat... ah..."

"Haha, you idiot, what cowardly thing would you do with my photos? But..." My girlfriend suddenly

thought something and said with a sly look, "If you don't win the championship, come over too, but it's

the boys' shower room. Something good is waiting for you! Hehe."

"Okay, I'll definitely be there." At this point, I was already thinking with my lower body,

not , because I had already accepted that winning the championship was within my grasp, and of course, I could also get my girlfriend's body. But

in reality, it was the exact opposite...

*** *** *** ***

"Hey! You're our boyfriend from the story, right? My name is Jose, what's yours?" A

gruff voice with a strong foreign accent rang in my ears, abruptly pulling me back to reality.

A tall white man walked up to me, his broad body making me feel intimidated. My eyes

could only , so I had to look up to see his face.

He looked at me with a sneer and disdain, "What do you want?" I asked impatiently.

"Your girlfriend's body is so soft." Joe gestured with his hand as if kneading in mid-air. "I'm

usually not interested in Asian bitches, but your girlfriend hugged me first, so I had to reluctantly give her slutty

ass ."

"What did you say!" I roared angrily. "My girlfriend was just... just celebrating, and you're

saying that about her? I won't allow you to go near her again!"

"Hahaha, I didn't want to go near her either. I've said I'm not interested in Asian yellow people, but she hugged me herself

." Joe spread his hands and replied, "Yellow skin looks like get sneak."

"I think your girlfriend and you are both the same kind of people."

"Nonsense! My girlfriend's skin is so white and tender!" In my extreme anger, I could no longer

think : "I bet you, I won't let you get any more points, and you'll never have the chance to touch even an inch of her snow-white

skin again!"

"Hehe, okay, then let's make a bet!" The white man had

a look on his face as if I had fallen into his trap, and said happily: "If I get points, I will not only get close to your slutty Asian girlfriend, but I will also touch her body all over

, and rub her cheap breasts right there on the court. You'd better watch this scene carefully, and you can't

run away. Hahaha..."

The white man returned to the opposing team with an arrogant laugh, and immediately ran to the sidelines and

said . Upon hearing this, my girlfriend immediately gave a shy smile, like a couple flirting. Her soft

hands kept patting the muscular white man's chest, and I could vaguely hear her say, "So many people...

you're... embarrassing them..."

"Hmph!" I turned to my teammates and shouted, "Quick, let's get into attack formation, I'm going to teach

them a lesson!"

"Isn't that a bit much?" the coach said worriedly, "Using your girlfriend as a wager... this..."

"I'll definitely win!" I cheered myself on, but my mind was filled with

images ...

The game continued, and the opposing team, who had just scored, had to kick the ball as far as possible into the receiving field. As the receiver,

I had to run as far back as possible after receiving the ball. The more I ran back, the more advantageous it would be for the next attack, and the easier it would be

to get close to the opponent

's end zone. But when the ball fell into my hands, I hadn't even gone twenty yards before I was immediately

approached by the opposing linebacker, who turned out to be the tall white Jose who had just verbally humiliated my girlfriend! I looked around;

our defenders had already been knocked down, and several burly black men were rushing towards me.

"Oh no, this position is too dangerous, I'm done for..." Just as I thought this, a tremendous force

slammed into me from the side. My body couldn't withstand the impact, and I flew straight forward. The powerful shock from

the force caused me to lose my grip on the ball. The ball that would determine my girlfriend's and my fate

was snatched away by the white player, Joe, who easily ran towards our touchdown zone and scored a touchdown.

Joe walked towards me amidst the deafening cheers of the crowd. I glared at him through gritted teeth,

but intense pain spread throughout my body, leaving me lying limply on the ground, unable to move.

"As expected, a weak Asian." Joe walked up to me and lightly kicked me with his shoulder.

"Get up, you're in for a good show." My girlfriend, smiling, ran to Joe and

pounced on him, embracing my enemy tightly.

"Hehe, I told you to watch." Joe said, but then shoved my girlfriend away,

turning her to face me. My girlfriend was panting from running, her large, firm breasts heaving

up and down... But this beautiful sight lasted only three seconds before reality abruptly interrupted.

Instantly, two large hands reached out from under my girlfriend's armpits, grabbing her breasts and

kneading them into various shapes without any restraint. I couldn't stand up even with all my strength, and could only sit on the ground, angrily

watching his actions, but there was nothing I could do.

"You think that's all? That's too easy for you." Joe said mockingly, "I'll

show you how much the loser has to pay." As soon as he finished speaking, Joe immediately pushed up my girlfriend's top

, revealing her slender and soft waist. Just as it was about to reach her chest, Joe unceremoniously

reached his hand up into my girlfriend's coat, wriggling around her breasts, but I couldn't see anything through

the clothes .

"Put it down right now..." I shouted angrily, but was

interrupted by a pink object that fell out of my girlfriend's shirt: "This...this is a bra! Could it be..."

"Hahaha, I'm directly rubbing your girlfriend's breasts!" Jose closed his eyes, enjoying the

unobstructed , ultimate touch: "They're so big and warm! Too bad you'll never get to experience that."

"You...you guys..." The immense humiliation of my girlfriend being caressed by a foreign white man, and in public

, left me speechless.

"Hahaha! Let me tell you another secret," Jose leaned closer to me, as if

sharing something very private: "I'll rub your girlfriend's nipples until they're hard for you, without any hesitation

!"

"Stop it!" I couldn't take it anymore. I used all my strength to get up from the ground, ready to

punch the white man in the face, when I saw an unbelievable scene and froze.

My girlfriend, though being thoroughly violated, didn't resist at all. Instead, she shyly turned her head to the side,

her eyes gently closed. With her slightly furrowed brows and slightly open mouth, she was actually enjoying

the pleasure of having her nipples kneaded.

"Mmm... gently... right there..." The girlfriend let out a seductive moan, her hands tightly gripping

the white man 's thick, hairy arms, her snow-white thighs rubbing against each other incessantly: "Mmm... Jose, your

fingers... I... feel so much..."

"Hahaha! Your girlfriend's already horny!" Joe laughed at me mockingly, as if looking at his

slave. "Seeing how pitiful you are, I'll be kind enough to let you admire your girlfriend

's nipples, but you can only see them through a layer of clothing. Losers don't deserve to enjoy this."

With that, Joe pulled his hand away and pressed my girlfriend's outer garment tightly against her body. Instantly,

perfect curves appeared on my girlfriend's chest. On two round, full breasts, a single, erect nipple

stood proudly, and through the sweat-soaked, transparent top, I could even see the

beautiful pink nipple I had been dreaming of. Seeing this, I found myself unconsciously getting an erection.

"Hahaha...look at this!" Jose said to his teammates who were gradually gathering around, "This

loser actually got an erection watching his girlfriend get humiliated!"

"Don't waste time, Jose," a black player from the opposing team stopped him, "Once

we win, you can do whatever you want, right?"

The black player picked up his girlfriend's bra that had been thrown on the ground, shoved it into her hand,

straightened her shirt, and of course groped her a few times. His smooth and natural actions were like

those of a female slave.

"Alright, Peter, I'll listen to you. We'll talk about it after the match!" Jose's large

hand finally left my girlfriend's body. "It's just that humiliating this loser is particularly fun."

"Don't forget what you promised us." The black man named Peter

said to my girlfriend in a calm but chilling tone, "Looks like the championship is a sure thing today. It's

time ."

My girlfriend walked back while talking with the tall black and white men, leaving me alone, slumped

on the ground, not even glancing at them. So I could only hear my girlfriend's intermittent replies: "Black...

first ...first time...virginity...champion...everyone...gang rape..."

I stared at them dumbfounded, my penis already as hard as an iron rod.

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