All Chapters of The SS-Class Perfect Battery: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

This was undeniably a dream. Yet, the imagery seeping through his retinas was as vivid as reality itself.Rain struck the bullpen ground in relentless, savage whips. Between the two men standing face-to-face—having abandoned all hope of an umbrella—the sound of their ragged breathing mingled with the suffocating humidity, vibrating with dense, heavy tension.Yuhwan’s frame seemed sculpted by a god. Standing at an imposing 190 centimeters, his broad shoulders and wet black hair radiated a feral, overwhelming presence. His rain-slicked muscles flexed with explosive tension, like a predator cornering its prey.Beside him, Haneul’s crimson hair clung wetly along his slender neck and shoulders. Rain soaked through his thin shirt, pasting it translucently to his pale skin. Behind the fine tremors of Haneul’s chest, his every breath was laid bare under Yuhwan’s dark, piercing gaze.“Yuhwan, ······what did you say?” “Should I repeat myself? I said I want to hold you.”The early March air was

“Hah! Hah······!”Even the bedsheets held a clammy moisture, as if soaked in damp rain. At the cool sensation brushing against his skin, Jang Haneul swallowed a groan-laced scream, biting his lip ruthlessly.Slowly, his wavering vision opened. The familiar, monotonous pattern of his studio apartment's ceiling struck his retinas, and only then did he realize he had returned alive to a agonizing reality.Cold sweat trickled stickily down his spine.The fierce aura Yuhwan radiated in the dream and his chilly words of rejection lingered like a residual image, freezing Haneul’s spine with a taut tremor. That fleeting moment when his rain-chilled face had closed in, breath hot enough to burn.[I loathe guys like you.]The cold language of disgust Yuhwan threw in the dream ground against his ears. The residual image of the boundary between dream and reality crumbling catastrophically thoroughly tore through his mind.Clearly, he had been in the bullpen amidst a torrential downpour, engaged in

All the way to S National University, Yuhwan’s insides felt twisted and warped.The palms gripping the leather steering wheel were slick with cold sweat, but the lingering afterimage of Haneul Jang was so deeply burned into his retinas that he couldn't erase it. He repeatedly slammed his foot onto the accelerator with sharp, irritable force.His mind was still entirely occupied by Haneul Jang.He grew even more infuriated at himself for turning into such a pathetic fool.Haneul Jang’s lead was not just a collection of simple signs. It was like a surgeon's scalpel, meticulously dissecting the batter’s brain and hacking away at their psychology.The suffocating sensation of becoming a mere puppet manipulated at the end of Haneul's mitt—even for Yuhwan, a monster who was supposed to rule over the mound more arrogantly than anyone—brutally scraped against his unyielding pride and triggered an uncontrollable rage.A flawless catcher, the likes of which the world had never seen before.With

It crossed the line of a mere miracle; it was an absolute realm of pure sophistry.Just what on earth had he done inside that dream to make the real-life Yuhwan exude such a murderous, suffocating aura, throwing out warnings telling him not to cling to him?The scalding, animalistic heat that had panted in the pitch-black darkness of the dream just a few hours ago—viciously driving his body into a tight corner—was completely nowhere to be found.Only a gaze, forged as cold as a sheet of solid ice, flew over and pierced him like a dagger, making Haneul’s heart relentlessly ache with a sharp throb.Even if he searched through the entirety of his long, accumulated memories from his past lives, a reaction like this was completely far beyond Haneul’s expectations.Yuhwan had always been arrogant, but he had never bared such a razor-sharp, defensive coping mechanism.‘Could it be that… he's actually conscious of it?’Haneul desperately tried to steady his trembling heart, calmly assessing th

Just what kind of trajectory was this entire situation rolling into?Leaving behind the upperclassmen’s overly dramatic farewells telling him to go to the hospital, Haneul was dragged all the way to the parking lot by Yuhwan’s brute force. Before he could even process it, he was sitting in the passenger seat, watching the campus trees rapidly blur past.Yuhwan’s car was a massive, intimidating black German SUV. Because the seat position was incredibly high, Haneul had required Yuhwan’s heavy assistance just to climb in. The searing heat of those large palms firmly wrapping around his waist left a lingering, strange tactile sensation that still felt vivid.He had hastily climbed into the car to escape everyone's piercing stares, but his dizziness wasn't due to the luxury vehicle. It was the glittering golden business card clutched tight in his hand.[T-Management CEO: Cho Ki-bum. 010-XXXX-XXXX]A mere fourth-year university player was already the CEO of a sports management agency. That