Chapter 1 — The Queen of Tennis

Under the autumn sun, a female player in a white skirt swung her racket on the court.

It was the final day of the Japan Golden Cup Championship.

On the court, the match was reaching its climax between Sarah Kang and Grace Park.

Even as he watched from the stands, Daniel Lee found himself more drawn to the ruffled hem of their skirts than to the flight of the ball.

Both women had muscular, sun-bronzed thighs—thick with strength, yet slender at the ankles. When one barely managed to chase down a smash at the corner, the mini-skirt would flutter upward, briefly flashing bare skin beneath.

Judging by the subtle bulge at the front of their skirts, both Sarah Kang and Grace Park appeared to have well-developed pubic mounds.

The match ended with Sarah Kang's victory—she claimed the Golden Cup.

Daniel Lee quickly approached her in the players' lounge for an interview.

Kang, standing at 165 centimeters, wiped sweat from her body with a towel, radiating the wild scent of a feral mare. She answered his questions breathlessly.

When the interview concluded, Daniel Lee stood and said,
"Normally I'd pay you an honorarium, but cash might violate amateur regulations. If you don't mind, I'd like to treat you to steak at the hotel restaurant instead."

"Oh, really? That sounds wonderful. I'd love to."

Her voice was bright, almost giddy.

"Then let's meet the day after tomorrow at six in the evening—at the Shinjuku Century Hyatt?"

"Perfect. I'll come hungry. Save me a seat."

"Good."

Daniel Lee nodded.

When Kang arrived at the Century Hyatt, she wore a pink dress—nothing like the fresh-faced image of a tennis athlete. She looked more like a pampered young lady.

"I almost didn't recognize you. Not the queen of tennis—more like a real queen."

Daniel Lee exhaled in admiration.

"Don't stare so much. It's embarrassing."

They took the elevator to the 27th-floor restaurant, ordered steaks, and began with wine.

When the steaks arrived, Kang devoured hers with astonishing appetite, cleaning her plate completely. Daniel Lee watched, mesmerized.

The steak portion was so large even he, a grown man, would've struggled to finish it.

Kang swallowed the last bite with a sip of wine, then smiled contentedly.

"The wine was delicious too. I could drink more."

She glanced regretfully at the empty bottle.

"How about moving downstairs for some cognac?"

"Wine is fine."

"It's French Bordeaux."

"Good. I prefer wine over cocktails anyway."

Daniel Lee led her to the bar on the first floor.

They took a table near the piano and ordered another bottle. Soon, the wine arrived.

Daniel Lee uncorked it and tasted first.
"Delicious."

He nodded. The bartender poured wine into Kang's glass.

They clinked glasses and drank.

The wine carried a faint astringency, but it spread warmly through their bodies.

Women are weak against wine.

In an hour, Daniel Lee thought, Kang would be tipsy—her legs unsteady, her will softening.

Before that happened, he excused himself and went to the front desk to book a double room.

Returning to the table, he saw nearly half the bottle had already been drained.

"This wine is just too good. I couldn't help myself."

"But aren't you afraid I'm trying to intoxicate you?"

Daniel Lee said lightly.

"What are you saying?"

Kang blushed.

"I mean it. Cognac is famously known as the wine that leads women to bed."

He leaned close, whispering the words against her earlobe. She shivered, her face twitching as if tickled.

The piano music deepened the romantic haze of the alcohol.

Thirty minutes later, Daniel Lee asked,
"Well? Can you feel the effect of the wine meant to enchant women?"

He stared directly into her eyes.

"Somehow… I think I can."

Her gaze was unfocused, hazy.

"What does it feel like?"

"My core… it's burning inside."

"Then we'd better put out the fire. Shall we go?"

He reached out, pulling her gently to her feet.

Kang leaned heavily against him. They left the bar, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the 17th floor.

Stepping off, he guided her down the hall to Room 1721.

"So you've planned to take me all along."

"Exactly. And since you're the queen of women's tennis, you won't struggle—will you?"

He supported her to the door, unlocked it, then pushed her inside.

She staggered forward, collapsing onto the bed with a thud.

Daniel Lee climbed over her and crushed his lips against hers. Her hands wound around his neck, her tongue slipping into his mouth.

After breaking the kiss, he stepped back, stripped off all his clothes, and tossed them aside.

"You've been with a man before, haven't you?"

He asked, peeling off his underwear.

"Yes. That's why I won. Grace Park, who lost to me today—she was still a virgin."

"And virgins can't win?"

"They can, if they play against other virgins. But when a woman who knows a man faces a virgin in the finals… the virgin loses. I learned that last year. Virgins can't adjust their posture properly. They're rigid."

"Is that so?"

Daniel Lee climbed onto the bed and began undressing Kang.

He pulled off the pink dress to reveal a matching pink bra and a ruffled half-slip. She wasn't wearing pantyhose—instead, red garters held up sheer stockings.

Her thighs were as thick and powerful as his own.

The dark tan between her stockings and skirt sent a jolt through his desire.

His cock sprang erect instantly.

He unhooked her bra.

Pale breasts crowned with pink nipples emerged—modest in size.

"Small, aren't they? My breasts."

She covered them with both hands.

Daniel Lee kissed her wrists, gently pushing her hands away.

Small areola, small nipples—each now damp with moisture.

He sucked one entire areola into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple until it stiffened.

A woman's musk rose from her skin as the nipple hardened.

After bringing one to full erection, he moved to the other. A soft moan slipped from Kang's lips.

Once both nipples stood firm, Daniel Lee unclipped the garter belt and peeled down the stockings.

He removed the belt, then slid the skirt down her hips.

Beneath it, a tiny, loincloth-like panty barely covered her mound—tied at the sides with ribbon bows.

Daniel Lee used his lips to untie each bow, one by one.

Even through the thin fabric, the scent of her sex rose—rich, dark, like ink spilled in water.

He gripped the top edge of the panties with his teeth and slowly pulled them down.

A smooth, pale hill of pubic bone came into view. At its center, a tiny tuft of dark hair marked the apex.

"So little hair… it feels like a child's body. I'm embarrassed you can see."

She turned her face away, squeezing her thighs tightly together.

With so little hair, the shape of her mound was fully exposed.

The gentle slope rising from her abdomen dropped sharply at the vulva, forming a deep valley.

"Cute," Daniel Lee murmured, pressing a kiss to the bare mound.

"Aah… I can feel it."

Kang writhed. He began licking the hairless skin with deliberate care.

"It feels strange… I feel it there too."

She welcomed his tongue. Slowly, she opened her legs.

Her vulva emerged between her thighs—dark where the rest was light.

Daniel Lee spread her legs wider.

Her labia parted, revealing a small, glistening inner lip slick with arousal.

The scent of her intensified.

As if to inhale it all, Daniel Lee brought his mouth closer.

He kissed her lightly.

"Aah."

Her body trembled faintly.

"Such sensitivity. Truly worthy of the Queen of Tennis."

Daniel Lee praised her.

"No! Don't say that!"

She wrapped her thighs around his head. He ran his tongue along her slit.

"Aah!.........."

She flung her legs wide, crying out. Again and again, he licked.

"Aah… yes."

He pressed his tongue against her clitoris—a small bud hidden beneath a tight hood, no bigger than a pinball.

He pressed firmly from above the hood.

"Aah."

Her whole body convulsed harder. A flood of arousal spilled from her like liquid overflowing a small cup.

Daniel Lee spread her labia with both hands and pressed the clitoris hard with his thumb.

"Aah!......"

She twisted, shrieking, her entire body jerking uncontrollably.

Daniel Lee decided it was time.

He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed forward.

His shaft slid in smoothly, sucked deep.

"Aah.........."

She screamed, clinging to him like a vine.

Daniel Lee gripped her thighs and began thrusting—hard, rapid strokes like tennis smashes.

"Aah… I'm going crazy."

Kang wailed.

The pressure on her pubic mound sent waves of pleasure radiating outward.

Her passage clenched around him—tight, fierce.

The force was so strong it felt as if her muscles might crush his cock.

So intense was the grip that his release was delayed.

He had never experienced anything like this.

"Aah… yes……"

Kang clung to him, lifting her pubic mound forcefully against him.

For a split second, the mound pressed against his shaft with overwhelming sensation.

Just as he thought Ah—, his semen erupted.

"I'm coming now."

He growled into her ear, biting it gently.

"Me too."

Her back arched into a perfect bridge.

Her body—trained by years of tennis—lifted him effortlessly.

Daniel Lee clung to her, terrified of falling.

Her body convulsed violently.

When the spasms finally ceased and the bridge collapsed, his spent cock slipped from her depths.

Daniel Lee wiped himself with a tissue.

Her passage greedily retained every drop of his seed, refusing to let go.

As he collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, Kang suddenly grabbed his limbs.

"The wine's warmth is still in me. My heart is burning."

She said, then seized his limp cock.

"Mm. It'll get hard again soon."

She squeezed it firmly—so hard that Daniel Lee cried out in surprise.

"Tennis doesn't end in one set. It continues until one side wins the second."

She was demanding a second round—blatantly.

"Alright… just give me a moment."

"No. I won't wait."

She forced his cock upright.

"This time, I'll be on top."

She straddled him, guiding his shaft into her slick passage.

Inside, his earlier release glistened—warm, wet, alive.

She began to move, rocking her hips.

Her small breasts swayed with each motion.

She braced her hands against his chest, driving herself down with relentless rhythm.

Daniel Lee thrust upward from below.

"Aah!."

She tried to pull away—the force from beneath was too intense.

He lifted his hips higher, attacking deeper.

"Aah, aah!......"

Her body seized in orgasm, curling against his chest. Her passage pulsed wildly.

"Did you come?"

He whispered against her ear.

"Yesss........"

She nodded fiercely.

"Just… don't write that I won because I'm not a virgin."

She pressed her body against his as she spoke.

"Because if you do, next year every rival will rush to lose their virginity. And my chance at a second consecutive title… it'll be impossible."

"Alright. I won't write it."

Daniel Lee stroked her back.

"Hearing that… I feel safe. So now, let's enjoy ourselves completely."

She kissed him deeply, then began to move again—slowly, deliberately.