The rusted metal door had a sign taped to it: "Women's Football Club - KEEP OUT."
Kang Jin-Ho stared at the sign.
Then, he lifted his polished leather shoe and kicked.
CLANG!
The heavy steel slammed against the concrete wall. The sound cracked like a gunshot, killing the muffled sobbing inside instantly.
Jin-Ho didn't hesitate. He stepped across the threshold, invading the thick, suffocating mist without blinking.
The smell hit him first. A cocktail of cheap floral deodorant, deep-heat muscle cream, and the sour, heavy stink of defeat. Steam from the showers turned the room into a white haze.
Through the mist, he saw the mess.
The sobbing hadn't just been a pity party; it was a mass breakdown. They were changing out of their gear.
A dozen girls froze. Jerseys half-pulled over heads. Towels wrapped loosely around waists.
To his right, a massive figure tried to shrink behind a row of lockers—Han Mi-Na, the backup goalkeeper.
She clutched a tiny white towel desperately to her chest, but it was a losing battle. Her pale skin was flushed pink from the heat, and the towel could barely contain the sheer, overwhelming volume of her soft curves. Gravity seemed to struggle against the weight of her chest as she trembled, her wide eyes filled with terror.
To his left, two defenders scrambled to pull up their shorts, tripping over their own feet.
Jin-Ho stood in the center. In his tailored black suit and loosened tie, he looked like a grim reaper who had walked into a playground.
He didn't turn around. He didn't apologize. He didn't look away.
His eyes swept across the room. He didn't look at the exposed skin with lust. He looked at it with cold, clinical disappointment.
"I thought I signed a contract with a football club," Jin-Ho said. His voice cut through the steam.
He looked directly at a girl trying to cover herself with a playbook.
"Judging by the screaming and the lack of discipline, I must have walked into a cheap strip joint."
Total silence.
Then, the explosion.
"KYAAAA!"
"Get out! Get out!"
Towels snapped. Girls dove behind benches. Panic.
Except for one.
Near the back, a locker door slammed. BANG.
A girl marched out of the steam. She wasn't covering herself. She didn't seem to care that she was only wearing a black sports bra and tight compression shorts that clung to her skin like a second layer.
Compact. Lethal. Her abs were defined ridges under the harsh light, and when she turned, the rock-hard definition of her glutes strained against the fabric. She was vibrating with fury, her ponytail whipping behind her like a lash as she stormed toward him, fists clenched white.
Lee So-Young. The Captain. The "Tiger."
She stopped inches from his chest. She was close enough to burn him with her body heat.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she hissed, baring her teeth. "Get the hell out, you pervert!"
She shoved him.
Jin-Ho caught her wrist in mid-air.
He didn't just block her; he clamped down.
"Let go!" So-Young gasped. She pulled. She couldn't move.
Jin-Ho didn't answer. He wasn't looking at her face. He was staring at her legs.
[System Activation: The All-Seeing Eye.]
The world snapped into a digital grid.
Blue lines traced So-Young's anatomy. He saw the density of her quadriceps—thick, powerful bands of muscle built for explosive speed. He saw the pulse fluttering in her neck.
[Target: Lee So-Young (Striker)]
[Status: Hostile / High Adrenaline]
[Dominance Progress: 5%]
His eyes slid down. The "Kill Zone."
Powerful legs. Sculpted by years of sprinting. But then, his gaze locked on her right knee.
A jagged, pink surgical scar ran down the side of the joint. To the naked eye, it looked healed.
Under the System, it glowed with an angry, pulsing red light.
[DIAGNOSIS: CRITICAL]
[Right ACL: 80% Scar Tissue.]
[Structural Integrity: Failing.]
[Time until Career Ending Injury: 3 Matches.]
Jin-Ho didn't blink.
"World-class engine," he muttered, staring at the dense muscle of her thighs. "But your suspension is shattered."
So-Young went rigid. The insult to her modesty didn't stop her. The mention of her knee made her blood run cold.
"What... what did you say?"
Jin-Ho released her wrist with a flick, as if touching her was a chore.
"You're favoring your left side," he said, wiping his hand on a nearby bench. "You missed that shot in the 80th minute last week because you were terrified to plant your right foot. You aren't a striker. You're a ticking time bomb."
So-Young took a step back. The color drained from her face. He had seen the secret she hid from the physios, from her teammates, from everyone.
He stripped it bare in five seconds.
Jin-Ho turned away. He scanned the rest of the cowering room.
He pointed at the giant girl, Mi-Na, trembling behind the lockers.
"And you. The Amazon. You're 188 centimeters tall, yet you curl up like a hamster when the ball comes near you. You aren't a goalkeeper. You're a waste of height."
He looked at the defenders.
"Fat. Slow. Weak."
He turned back to So-Young.
"You cry because you know I'm right. You aren't a team. You're a social club waiting to be evicted."
The embarrassment in the room curdled into rage.
So-Young was shaking. Not from fear. From humiliation.
"You don't know anything," she whispered. "We train harder than anyone. We bleed for this team. You're nothing. Just a washed-up criminal perving on college girls."
Jin-Ho smirked. He undid his cufflinks and slid them into his pocket.
Slowly, he peeled off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the wet bench, right on top of a pile of discarded towels.
He loosened his tie. He unbuttoned his collar.
"Talk is cheap, Captain."
He checked his watch.
"Ten minutes. Meet me on the field. Put your boots on."
He leaned in close. He ignored the fact that she was half-naked. He whispered directly into her ear.
"If you can take the ball from me—just once—I'll walk away and never come back."
He pulled back. His eyes glowed with a cold, blue light.
"But if I win... you belong to me. Your schedule. Your diet. Your body. Absolute submission."
He didn't wait for an answer.
Jin-Ho turned on his heel and walked out.
The steam swirled in his wake, leaving twelve girls standing in their underwear, stunned, furious, and for the first time in years... completely awake.
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