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As if it had never rained a single drop, the dazzling sunlight scattered beautifully over the bone-dry grass. Right then, a tall figure with sweeping brown hair came jogging over cheerfully, waving a catcher's mitt in the air. "Hey there, looks like our diligent, dominant prince has finally graced us with his presence? I'm Yoo Gyeong-ho, a third-year!" Because they had clashed against one another as the current student OB team and the rookie YB team during the tryouts two days ago, they hadn't had a chance to properly exchange names. While 'OB' traditionally referred to graduates, the club casually used the label to refer to the upperclassmen team for convenience.

I asked them calmly. "It's okay. Oba is also pitied with her colleagues," Haressa replied. And she understood what I was doing. "How about you, guys?" I also asked my other colleagues and there was no problem with them and they agreed. "Thank you very much," I happily told them. I faced Mr. Dark again," I would like to transfer Oba to our group," I started to tell him. "Who is Oba?" "She is the girl who didn't join the fight?"

I scroll past Oba's name in my encrypted phone. Oba is our logistics guy. He procures weapons, vehicles, and safe houses with zero paper trail, and to anyone watching, zero effort as well. He’s exceptionally good at his job and will undoubtedly be able to find me exactly what I’m looking for. But if I ask Oba to find a high-end BDSM dungeon, he will ask questions. He will make jokes. And I’m not subjecting something so personal between me and Oliver to the team's commentary before we even establish the foundation.

We leave the house to go wait on our taxi that should be here at 10:20pm. We reached the club at 11pm, finding Dave and his friends waiting in line. They introduce themselves to be Tyson, who was wearing a white T shirt and jeans with jet black hair and a boyish face, and Wilson, who is the complete opposite, as he looks like your typical bad boy in a leather jacket and dark jeans, his dark blue eyes and ginger hair standing out. We join up with them as we tell jokes about how we are going to get so wasted and how much we are going to dance with guys without a care in the world. We step up to the security as we finally reached the front and showed him our ID's. When we got into the club, we

Osbert or whatever his stupid name was , was definitely doing too much and it was high time I put an end to all this madness. How're y'all? Please j.o.i.n my F.b group Shree Above Story