Baseball Woman

Tonight is going to be volatile.

Minako prepared food and drinks while listening to the shower. As she placed the basket of steamed fish on the glass table, Tatsuo Miyata, wearing only a towel around his waist, came out of the bathroom.

"Hey, turn on the TV, there's sports news, right?"

Minako turned on the TV and kept changing channels. She found a station reporting general news.

She glanced at the wall clock; it was 10:20 PM.

"Maybe after this program."

Miyata sat down opposite her, picked up the glass of wine Minako had prepared for him, drank half of it in one gulp, put down the glass, and lit a cigarette.

"What's wrong with my players? They're striking out, and the pitchers are throwing all four balls. What's the point of me working so hard if they don't do their job properly..."

Miyata was the coach of the Tokyo Angels professional baseball team. This year, they had suffered eight consecutive losses since the opening game, and by the thirtieth game, they were nine wins and twenty-one losses, resulting in an unprecedentedly bad record. This was also because the main pitcher, Hayakawa, and last year's stolen base king, Kiuchi, were suspended for 100 days before the start of the season for gambling. Miyata believed this was the biggest reason.

"It's too much of a stretch for you to be a coach. You've been willful since your playing days, which has caused resentment among your teammates. You're only fit to be a lone wolf."

Minako was also drinking, her lipstick staining the glass, which she lightly wiped off with her finger.

She would soon be thirty-three. Perhaps it was her hairstyle and heavy makeup, but the customers thought she looked younger. She lifted her long hair that hung down in front of her chest with her hand, and her upper body leaned back. From her shoulders to the upper part of her breasts, her black t-shirt was exposed, swaying with her breasts.

She started reporting on sports news.

"I'm going to take a shower too, ah, I'm a little tired." As if to avoid Miyata's anger, Minako got up and went into the bathroom, taking a hot shower from head to toe.

The alcohol she drank at the bar seemed to make her drunk at this moment. She still thought she was young, but after turning thirty, she often felt tired.

Many women marry in their mid-twenties, and by then they usually have two children and have become devoted wives and mothers. Getting married now is something she really doesn't want to do; being a wife and mother is like being in the hell of installment payments. It's far more enjoyable to dress up and live surrounded by men. She owns more jewelry like necklaces and rings than the average housewife, and many other valuable items.

Minako would think this to herself every time she saw a woman holding a child's hand and carrying a paper bag.

After washing her hair, she lathered her body with soap and rubbed it. A few folds of fat were beginning to appear on her skin, but it was still smooth and delicate.

"I'm an outdated woman..." Minako muttered to herself, lifting her breasts with her hand, feeling their sagging; their elasticity seemed less than before. The color of her nipples, once pink, seemed to have faded slightly.

The bathroom door opened, and steam escaped. Miyata stuck his flushed face in: "How long are you going to shower?!"

"I'm coming out right now, don't yell so loudly."

Miyata slammed the bathroom door shut, making a loud noise.

"It's his own fault, he lost so badly, of course he'd be angry."

Minako washed off the soap, wrapped her hair in a towel and tied it on top of her head, then put on a bathrobe. Miyata was already in the bedroom, sprawled on the double bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hurry up."

Minako took a sip of the remaining wine, turned off the living room light, and went into the bedroom to sit next to Miyata: "There's still plenty of time, aren't there still a hundred games left?"

Miyata grabbed Minako's wrist: "Lick it." He untied the bath towel, revealing his still muscular lower body to Minako. He

was thirty-seven years old when he retired from the front lines of professional baseball. He had been a pitcher for fifteen years, winning 162 games, making him a top-tier player. For the next eleven years, he worked as a team staff member and television commentator, until last year when he became the head coach. During this time, she had probably been exercising, and her muscles were still elastic. Lying on the dense grass was something resembling a giant sea cucumber.

Minako bent down, cupped Miyata's penis in her hands, first kneading it, then taking the head into her mouth, stimulating the groove beneath the glans with her tongue.

"Last year we were fifth in the league, and at this rate we'll be last this year! I'm so angry!"

The man's penis gradually began to swell. She licked upwards from the base, and it slowly began to rise.

"Don't be so angry. The game is over, just do your best tomorrow. Come on, let's get this big!" Minako said jokingly. She kissed it, while simultaneously rubbing the scrotum with alternating strong and weak strokes.

The penis stood erect at a right angle, the head swollen and glistening with moisture, purple veins bulging on the shaft. Minako felt an itch in her lower abdomen, and something hot shot towards her uterus.

"Okay, let's start from above."

Minako straddled the man's naked body, kneeling on the bed, lifting the hem of her bathrobe, straightening his erection, and slowly lowering her buttocks.

"Ugh..."

As her upper body was about to fall, Miyata reached his large hand under her bathrobe, grabbing and kneading her breasts, thus supporting Minako's body. The intense pleasure made Minako feel like her lower body was melting, and as her uterine walls were compressed, her vision began to blur as if fog was descending.

2

Anzai Minako met Miyata Ryuta five years ago.

After graduating from high school in her hometown, she came to Tokyo and worked as a working woman at a computer company. The following year, she fell in love with a man from an advertising company, but he had a wife, a so-called twisted relationship.

The two secretly met, but later their boss found out, the man was transferred, and Minako had to quit her job. Unemployed, Minako temporarily worked at a coffee shop, where she met a barmaid who introduced her to a nightclub in Gotanda.

At first, she was just trying it out, but after a few months, she felt that this job suited her. Compared to working women who do the same job every day, dealing with different customers was incredibly interesting for her. She also felt that with her looks, she could be hired by more upscale establishments.

Six months later, she used connections with customers to get into a nightclub in Ginza. Ginza was quite different from Gotanda; the customers were mostly high-ranking executives from large corporations or celebrities. Yet, Minako navigated among them without flinching. She used her body to control her clients. Nightclubs prohibited such practices, but she actively engaged in sexual relations with customers. Her colleagues grew resentful because Minako was stealing their clients.

Nightclubs didn't want their clientele concentrated on one barmaid. Therefore, when the manager warned her to be careful, Minako took her clients to other nightclubs. This is how she met Miyata at her third nightclub, on her fifth day there.

He arrived with a TV crew after a night game, introduced as a baseball commentator. She vaguely remembered seeing him there, but she had absolutely no interest in baseball, so she didn't know what kind of player Miyata had been.

Even the tall Minako had to look up to see his face. He had broad shoulders, strong muscles, and was quite handsome. It was said that in his youth, he was often linked to movie stars in scandalous affairs. But now he seemed stable. When he looked at her, Minako felt drawn to him.

It was said that Miyata had been a regular at this nightclub for a year, as one of the bartenders' customers. Because Kazuyo happened to be absent that day, Minako filled in for her. From then on, he requested Minako to accompany him for drinks several times.

Minako seized every opportunity to seduce Miyata, likely leading to an argument with Kazuyo and a decision to leave the nightclub, but Minako's body needed Miyata. Minako didn't have a specific type of man; as long as she enjoyed herself with the customers, she didn't need that kind of man.

Approaching thirty, and capable of supporting herself, she no longer felt the need for a man to assume the role of head of the household. Perhaps deep down, she had already given up on marriage, hence her words.

Miyata possessed a different kind of charm compared to other men in her past. A man surviving in the world of professional baseball, Minako sensed a dangerous, gambler-like aura emanating from him—a masculine scent. "Miyata is male, and I am female," she thought, "hoping to follow our instincts, to expose our desires and entwine together." With these thoughts in mind, Minako uttered her seductive words.

Miyata lived in Odawara, returning home two or three times a week. Otherwise, he traveled to various places to commentate on baseball, or slept at his office in the city, sometimes staying in hotels. At the office, he wrote baseball articles for newspapers and magazines.

Minako went to the hotel Miyata specified, secretly after closing time. Before this, Minako had slept with several customers. Although they were wealthy and influential, they were obese and unattractive middle-aged men, so romantic feelings were impossible; it was all just part of their job. But her feelings for Miyata were different. Minako's body aroused him.

In the hotel room, just from his tongue licking her breasts and sucking her nipples, Minako's lower body was already soaking wet.

(She was almost thirty before she truly fell in love, and with a man a decade older than her…) Minako had these thoughts in Miyata's arms.

Two months later, Kazuyo found out. They started arguing as soon as the nightclub closed, and then the two women got into a fight. From then on, Miyata never came to that nightclub again. Kazuyo went to his office, but Miyata ignored her.

A week later, Minako also resigned, and then immediately saw Miyata take her back to his apartment.

"I don't want to be a nightclub bartender. I want to have my own place, even if it's small." After their passionate encounter, Minako still felt the lingering effects of Miyata's touch on her lower body, and she spoke to herself.

"If it's not much, I can help. I'll take the money from the agency's budget." But Miyata added, "You absolutely cannot tell anyone that it's a joint investment between us."

Soon after, Minako opened a shop in Shinjuku. It was a bar with only a counter and three booths, but she still hired three bartenders.

Miyata didn't come to the shop, but he often went to Minako's apartment. However, fearing the media, he came and went secretly.

Last year, the Tokyo Angels baseball team suddenly hired Miyata as their head coach. He wasn't one to think things through much, and immediately agreed, without consulting Minako at all.

"Are you really capable? Can you be the head coach?" Minako asked the unusually excited Miyata.

"This is my dream. I want to lead the team to the championship within three years. I assure you, boss, that you just need to run the shop well. Also, our business needs to be kept even more secret than before. If a weekly magazine reporter finds out, we'll be immediately disqualified."

But in the first year, they finished fifth in the league. Although the Angels had never won a championship before, they had always maintained an A-level ranking, but now they had fallen to B-level.

The news media reported that the head coach was incompetent, but the team gave Miyata another year.

For Miyata, this year was the decisive year. As a result, before the start of the season, a key player was suspended from playing due to gambling. Two months after the start of the season, the team was already running a deficit.

Miyata was severely affected.

3

"Boss lady, you have to keep me company tonight." A sales manager from a product company reached out and hugged Minako, who was wearing a kimono, and whispered in her ear.

"You're drunk... don't joke around." Minako said with a smile.

"I'm serious, I think we should talk this out alone."

"Well then, this is fine. Come on, let's drink." She picked up her glass and brought it to the man's lips, then pulled his hand away.

At the next table were two customers, each accompanied by a barmaid. One customer reached under his dress to touch the barmaid's thigh. At the bar, there were also two customers; one barmaid was pressed against him, whispering something.

For the past two months, business had plummeted, with no new customers and even regulars coming less often. This could only be attributed to the economic downturn and the significant cuts in entertainment expenses by large corporations.

Minako had no choice but to manipulate the customers' bills, subtly increasing the amounts. She knew it was wrong, but she had to do it anyway. She didn't want to lose the money she had painstakingly saved; she wanted to run a bigger bar.

Before opening for business today, I told the three bartenders, "Be bolder with the customers and increase revenue, otherwise we won't even be able to pay your salaries."

After saying that, I started calling regular customers to come and support us. Thanks to these efforts, although we weren't full, the revenue was still acceptable.

After 11 o'clock, the customer sitting at the bar was about to leave, and the bartenders Mami and Minako who accompanied him saw him off at the door.

After seeing the customer off, Mami rushed into a small alley about two meters long between buildings. "Ugh..." She put her hand on the wall, bent over, and vomited.

"What's wrong? Are you drunk?"

She rarely got drunk, and thinking back to the past two or three days, her face was pale and she seemed listless.

"Could it be..." Minako swallowed the word "pregnant" that she was about to say, and her hand, which was about to pat Mami's back, stopped halfway.

"I'm sorry..." Mami wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slowly straightened up.

"You are..."

"I think I drank too much, but I'm fine now."

"Are you really okay?"

It definitely wasn't drunk; that behavior just now was a sign of pregnancy.

Shinmi was unsteady on her feet when she went back. She encountered two bar girls seeing off customers at the store entrance. Mami probably went to the restroom; she didn't see her.

The bar girls who saw off customers returned.

"Let's close for tonight! Thank you for your hard work." Minako sat at the bar, resting her elbows on it.

Tonight, she managed to get through it by calling regular customers, but this isn't a long-term solution. What will she do in the future? She immediately felt exhausted.

Miyata might come tonight; his team is playing at a stadium in the city. She hopes to vent her frustrations on him and then forget everything.

As she lit a cigarette, the two bar girls who were tidying up behind her said, "Boss lady."

Turning around, she saw Mami also coming out of the restroom. Perhaps because she had reapplied her makeup, she looked somewhat more refreshed.

"What's up?"

Minako looked at the two bar girls in front of her, one twenty-five and the other twenty-four, both poached from other bars.

"We have something to tell you."

"Oh, okay. Ah, Mami, you can go now, we'll take care of the rest."

She told the two bar girls to sit on the sofa and told Mami to go home first, planning to ask her again tomorrow if she was pregnant.

"What's wrong, you two?" Minako asked, sitting on the opposite sofa.

"We... want to quit after next week," the older one said, and both of them lowered their heads.

"Quit?" Minako threw her cigarette into the ashtray and extinguished it, noticing her own furrowed brow and tense expression.

"Yes."

"Is there something you're unhappy about?"

Their salaries were higher than at their previous jobs.

"..."

"What are you unhappy about? The salary is higher than before."

One of them is possibly pregnant, and the other two say they want to quit.

"Someone's trying to poach you. Which company? Tell me." The voice became harsh, as if a fire of anger was burning inside.

"..."

"Tell me, explain yourself. Which company wants you?"

"Please forgive me. We agreed not to say." The younger woman said, glancing furtively at Minako, and said sorry in a very soft voice. She

probably already received the signing bonus, and even if pressed further, she probably wouldn't tell.

"You're repaying kindness with enmity. Fine! That's it for tonight, get out!" Minako took her purse from under the bar and pulled out a few bills.

"Boss lady..."

"This is your salary until tonight, plus severance pay. Now get out!" She threw the bills in front of the two women, took out a bottle of whiskey, and poured it into glasses.

"Never come back!" Staring at the two bartenders as they walked away, Minako downed the whiskey in one gulp. Because she drank the whiskey directly

without

adding water, she quickly got drunk. Minako's steps faltered as she stepped out of the taxi, the door in front of her seeming to spin.

She looked up and saw light shining from a window, as if that were her room. There seemed to be a flash of light, but when she looked back, there was only darkness and she couldn't see anything. Entering the apartment building, she took the elevator to her room. As she inserted the key into the lock, there seemed to be another flash of light at the end of the hallway.

Pushing open the door, she saw a pair of men's shoes in the entryway.

"You're here." Locking the

door, she entered the room. Miyata stood by the window, a whiskey glass in hand.

"What are you looking at?"

"At the apartment door, did you see anyone?"

"No. Is something wrong?"

Minako unbuckled her obi and tossed it into the corner of the bedroom, took off her kimono, leaving only an apron, and slumped onto the living room sofa as if she were lying down.

"Damn it! I must have been filmed."

"Filmed? What happened?"

Minako poured herself a glass of whiskey diluted with water. After peeking out through the curtains again, Miyata returned to the sofa and said, "It must have been someone from the weekly magazine who took photos when I entered the apartment and this room."

"Then it wasn't my imagination; I also felt a flash."

"Seeing a car downstairs, they must be waiting for me to come out." Miyata picked up a cigarette and said in a irritable tone.

"I'm going to shower and then go to sleep. Things are really bad here too; two people are quitting, and sales are plummeting. Can you give me some funds?" "

This isn't the time to talk about that. I might lose my position as head coach." Miyata buried his head in his hands and collapsed onto the sofa.

Minako went into the bathroom and turned on the water. The hot water felt nice on her skin. Getting her former colleagues to help her tomorrow was a real headache.

The faces of those two bar girls flashed through her mind.

"Get out! Don't come back!"

Miyata, naked, pushed open the bathroom door and came in, hugging Minako tightly from behind, licking her neck with his tongue, while simultaneously turning off the water and roughly kneading her breasts. At the same time, her waist arched forward, and something slippery pressed against her buttocks. The woman's body arched backward, an electric current emanating from her protruding nipples, and sparks exploding deep within her lower abdomen.

"That's enough! Forget about that shop, just kill me now." Minako pulled the rubber mat over with her foot and slowly sat down.

"Those weekly magazine guys, if I find out, I'll kill them."

"Hold me! Put it in... and then I'll take you out the back door!"

Minako lay on her back, and Miyata pushed her upper body down, pressing down in a 69 position, resting his face against the woman's lower abdomen, and sticking out his tongue to lick the garden entrance.

As Minako stroked Miyata's thigh, she thought: (What would happen to me if a weekly magazine really photographed Miyata entering and leaving me? Would I become a news topic because I'm head coach Miyata's lover?) If a weekly

magazine really published about her relationship with Miyata, I would definitely make good use of it, even if it caused Miyata to lose his head coach position!

Another Minako screamed in her heart.

Minako's mons pubis was covered with curly hair, and the slope there was quite steep. Among the men she had been with before, one had said with a moved voice after inserting his penis: "Ah! Your place is a high embankment, a rare gem. Just the friction of your pubic bone against the base of your penis is enough to make me ejaculate."

Therefore, after a man penetrated her, Minako would try to lift her buttocks as much as possible, using her pubic bone to press against the man's penis.

Miyata's fingers opened the woman's vaginal opening, from which sticky honey-like fluid overflowed. As Miyata played with the swollen, thumb-sized bud, Minako involuntarily gripped the edge of the rubber pad, her naked body arching into a bow shape. Miyata continued licking the bud, moving his tongue up and down along the folds of flesh, bringing his mouth to the opening and making sucking sounds as he drew out the nectar.

"And... suck out what's inside your belly too," Minako's muffled voice echoed in the cramped bathroom. Long,

slender fingers, like a pitcher's, entered the woman's vagina, rubbing against every fold of flesh inside. Minako grasped the erect penis in front of her, raised her chin, and stuck out her tongue, licking the reddish-black glans. There was a slightly sweet and sour taste. Blackness pressed down on her face, and her vision went completely black. Miyata

's fingers stirred deep inside the vagina, his fingertips finding and rubbing the granular part at the top of the opening, then his fingers forcefully thrusting in and out of the ring pressing against the uterus.

Minako's expression changed as she licked the penis; her eyebrows trembled, her nostrils flared, and her breathing became rapid. A pearly white tooth peeked from her half-open mouth, a red tongue wriggling inside.

Miyata flipped Minako's body over, then lifted her waist, making her hold onto the edge of the bathtub in a doggy-style position. From behind, Miyata thrust his hot, erect member in forcefully.

"Ugh..." As she arched her buttocks and tilted her head back, a jolt of electricity ran through her back.

Soon after, Miyata, his lustful member thrusting in and out of Minako's body, ejaculated hot semen.

5

"Tokyo Angels Baseball Team's General Manager Visits His Lover! The Reason for the Series of Losses is the General Manager's Private Life!"

Weekly magazines published photos of Miyata entering the apartment and in Minako's room.

Miyata was not seen at the game that day; instead, the acting coach was in charge.

The next day, the sports sections of the newspapers all reported simultaneously, "General Manager Miyata Suspended!"

Reporters also came to the apartment looking for Minako, but she refused to meet with anyone there. Therefore, the reporters went to her bar, and there were also customers who came specifically for her.

"I have no comment on my relationship with Mr. Miyata," Minako repeated the same words dozens of times.

Miyata seemed to have disappeared, with no contact whatsoever.

She could barely manage to handle the large number of customers by bringing in former colleagues; Minako hadn't felt this fulfilled in a long time. But this only lasted a week; the reporters stopped coming, and the customers stopped coming too.

She called her former regulars.

"I used to come here often hoping to pursue you, but I never imagined you were Head Coach Miyata's lover… and after all that media coverage, it's really inconvenient to go now,"

most of the customers replied.

The friends who came to help have all come by today, and only two women who applied for jobs will show up tomorrow. They both used to work in cafes, and this is their first time working in a bar.

The only one left, Mami, is indeed pregnant. Because she's been seeing several customers, it's unclear who the father is. They gave her money for the abortion and barely kept her working.

After closing time, Minako was drinking alone at the bar. Just then, Miyata called to say he was at a nearby hotel. Minako closed the shop and staggered off to find Miyata.

Although it had only been a week since they last met, it felt like years. Miyata was sitting naked, cross-legged on a round bed, drinking whiskey. Their eyes met, sparks flying, and Minako felt a surge of heat within her.

Miyata looked listless, his expression dull, his face pale, and his eyes appeared dark.

"Is it alright in a place like this?" Minako asked, trying to sound calm.

"Oh, changing hotels every day, I'm exhausted."

"Didn't you go home?"

"There are reporters waiting there."

"In that case, when will you be able to go?"

Minako sat down on the edge of the bed and saw a dark patch of flesh on Miyata's inner thigh, soft and lifeless.

"I talked to the boss, I can go back next week."

"That's good."

Miyata took Minako's hand, and Minako got into bed and leaned against Miyata. She took the empty wine glass from Miyata's hand and placed it on the bedside table. When their lips met, the wine glass rolled to the floor.

Miyata's hand pulled down the zipper behind Minako's back, and Minako stood up and took off her clothes, including her bra and panties. She wanted to feel Miyata's skin directly with her own skin; only a naked embrace could comfort him.

I am his lover, not his wife. But what he needs now is me...

Minako felt a stinging sensation in her eyes, her body was turned around, Miyata's body pressed against hers, his tongue entered her mouth, and her breasts were roughly kneaded. But Minako felt that he was sharing his coaching pain with her, wanting to become one with her.

"Ah... I'll have to be extra careful from now on, so I don't get followed by reporters. We can move to a different apartment."

The hand that had been caressing her breasts moved to her full thighs, her snow-white legs gradually parting, exuding a sweet and sour fragrance. Miyata, who had been licking her shoulders, neck, and collarbone, pulled Minako's arms up and began kissing her armpits. The woman's side abdomen convulsed, her body arching, and Miyata's lips found her engorged nipples, while his fingers touched the slit of flesh and entered inside. Minako felt as if her body was floating, a numbness spreading outwards from her uterus.

"I'll move to a different apartment right away, but you can still come to my place from now on."

"But..."

Miyata said something, but Minako was about to reach the peak of orgasm and didn't hear him clearly, only focusing on holding Miyata's head to her chest, twisting her naked body and shaking her head desperately. Her long hair was tangled together, and broken hairs fell onto the sheets. Her body flipped over, her breasts pressed against the bed, and she felt short of breath. Minako turned her face to the side, as if struggling to breathe. There were lipstick and saliva residue stains on the sheets.

"Shall we do it from behind?" Minako was about to ask when she felt a sharp pain in her anus. It felt like a hot iron rod was being shoved inside, and Minako fainted instantly. But the intense pressure quickly brought her back to consciousness.

Miyata grabbed Minako's shoulders, assuming a bestial position.

"Minako, promise to break up?"

"Ah...don't move. It hurts, please don't move."

Her buttocks contracted rhythmically, and she felt a numbing sensation spreading from deep within her lower abdomen.

"Minako, break up! I've already promised the boss..."

Miyata collapsed onto Minako's back.

"Ah..." Minako groaned, foaming saliva, and fainted again.

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