Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 392: Now, swing slowly first

"Golf," Seo-Jun said, twirling the golf club lightly, "...isn’t just a ga of patience. It’s precision. You have to know how to handle your stick."

I groaned, my face burning slightly.

"You’re not seriously turning this into sothing dirty."

He smirked. "Jeez, how did you know?"

"Pervert."

After what we did a while ago, they were acting like everything was normal. Like I didn’t just spill my sen down Seo-Jun’s throat and kiss Min-Cheol like a hungry calf.

Thinking about it made burn, but if I let it get to , I feel like I’ll be the only one losing.

Anyway, they didn’t do anything afterward and only got a wet towel to clean up the sweat I had accumulated during the activity.

And do you know what? They actually got a golf shirt for as well but didn’t let know till ’after’ they were done ssing with my body and taking what they wanted.

They were worried they’d ss it up, you see. And it was better to sweat in the horse riding suit than the golf shirt I’d wear for golf.

Still... Were they okay?

I took a peek earlier, and I could tell they were hard, but they were acting like everything was fine. Even Min-Cheol kept it to himself, though there was so color on his face.

Phew.

They were probably planning to take as much as they wanted later when we were alone. That’s the only reason they’ll choose to endure so much right now.

"Well, this pervert had his thirst quenched, thanks to another pervert," he said and my face went blank.

Was he seriously going to pull up that card?

"Ah, but the bigger pervert is definitely you." I snarled.

"Hyung," Min-Cheol interrupted before the verbal sparring escalated. "Here, try holding this." He handed a club and stepped behind to adjust my grip. "Not too tight. Let your arms stay loose."

His hands were warm on mine as he positioned my fingers properly.

"Now, feet apart—yeah, just like that." He added and Seo-Jun’s voice drifted lazily from nearby.

"Spreads his legs well again." He said and I twisted.

I didn’t even turn around to know the kind of expression he had on his face.

"You’re lucky we’re a few distances apart," I said. "Because right now, I’m holding sothing I can legally swing at your head and I don’t know what I might do."

"Oh co on, you can’t possibly kill the guy who just brought you to ecstasy, can you?" He laughed and I felt irked, as well as flushed.

He was going to keep teasing about this, wasn’t he?

"If you kill with those things, who’s going to suck your little dick till you can’t stand anymore?"

"I’ll kill you," I lifted the club, ready to charge at him but Min-Cheol held , laughing under his breath.

His voice softened as he spoke close to my ear,

"I would like to do the sa for you, Hyung. But we can kill him so other ti. Just focus on the ball for now."

I took in a deep breath and then let it out.

Right, let’s not kill him yet. He’s still so useful.

I stared at the tiny white sphere at my feet. It looked harmless but I’ve seen enough golf videos to know what this harmless little ball is capable of, to beginners like .

"Now, swing slowly first," he said, guiding my arms through the motion. "You’ll get a feel for the weight."

I did as he said but the first swing barely moved the ball. Like I said, this harmless little ball was actually a mocking agent to beginners like .

"Huff."

"Wow," Min-Cheol said. "That was great."

I knew he was lying through his teeth but I decided to just take it as him encouraging .

"Thanks," I muttered.

Seo-Jun leaned against his club, unimpressed and honest to a fault.

"You call that a swing? That was a love tap." He said. "It’s like your club just kissed the ball and that was it."

I squinted at him.

"Fine. You do it, then."

"Oh, gladly." He stepped forward, plucked another club from the bag, threw the one in his hand aside, and with a smooth, practiced motion, sent the ball sailing across the field in a perfect arc.

It landed where the flag was and entered the hole, leaving him grinning with a nose that could pierce through the sky.

Show-off.

He turned to with that infuriating grin and said,

"Just like that."

"Congratulations," I said flatly, clapping my hands barely audibly. "You can hit small white balls and send them flying. What a man."

Min-Cheol snorted loudly, trying to hide his laugh.

Seo-Jun just smirked and walked over to stand behind again, close enough for to feel the warmth coming from him.

"Here," he murmured, "try again. But this ti, keep your back straight." His hand pressed lightly to my lower spine and it tingled. Was this really it? "And breathe. You’re too tense."

"I wonder why," I said dryly, rolling my eyes away.

He only chuckled and said with a smooth voice,

"Focus."

Between Min-Cheol’s quiet corrections and Seo-Jun’s unhelpful teasing, my third attempt actually worked. The ball rolled, hopped once, and went a decent distance, too, but it was nowhere near the flag.

Still, it was an accomplishnt and I blinked.

"Did I just—?"

"You did," Min-Cheol said proudly. "You hit the ball, Hyung. I’m so happy for you."

Seo-Jun nodded, brushing his chin with his thumb, and smirked.

"Not bad for soone who almost got eaten by a horse."

Ah, just say you’re the horse who ’actually’ ate until there was nothing left.

Hm, Seo-Jun as a horse.

The thought of it made snigger.

Face-wise, he looked nothing like a horse, but he definitely had sothing that felt like it should only belong to a horse in his pants. He had horse stamina too, so maybe... Yeah.

"What sort of perverted thoughts got you snickering right now?" Seo-Jun asked and I looked up at him.

"Well, it has nothing to do with you," I said and grinned, clutching the club tight, my leather glove clenching on it. "This ti, I’ll aim higher."