The days after the charity gala passed in a focused blur of training sessions, recovery, and rising pressure.
Alex Rivera woke up early each morning in the family home in Inglewood, the memory of Sophia Ramirez's deliberate seduction still fresh and sharp in his mind. The way her black evening dress had clung to her full, curvaceous milfy body, the way she had leaned in close so he could see the deep valley between her breasts, the way she had brushed her thigh against him while whispering how attractive his confidence was on the pitch — it all fueled a quiet, burning hunger. She was married. She had a young son who idolized him. And she was clearly trying to seduce him, assuming the young star in the first team was already rich or would be very soon.
Alex smiled to himself in the mirror as he tied his training boots.
She has no idea how right she is. I'm going to achieve so much more than she can imagine. I will get rich — richer than she dreams. And when I do, Sophia Ramirez is going to be my next play thing. I'll enjoy that milfy body slowly, make her crave me, then bring her into the harem with Emma. She will join us. She will be mine.
He had already told Emma everything the night after the charity event. She had listened with dark, excited eyes, grinding against him as he described Sophia's body and her obvious interest. Emma had moaned at the thought of the married mother becoming his new secret slut and eventually joining her in the harem. The conversation had turned into a long, slow, filthy night that left both of them exhausted and even more bonded.
Now the focus was on football again.
The Galaxy were in 6th place in the Western Conference — just one single point above the playoff cut-off line. The team directly below them still had a game in hand. Every point mattered. A loss would drop them into the danger zone. A draw would keep them alive. A win would give them breathing room. The team was barely surviving, and everyone knew it.
This weekend's home match against a strong mid-table side was crucial.
Alex arrived at the first-team facility on Friday morning for the final training session before the match. The atmosphere in the dressing room was tense but focused. Captain Marco "El Rey" Delgado gave him a firm nod.
"Big game tomorrow, 33. Coach is looking at the squad list tonight. Stay ready."
Coach Victor Morales gathered the squad on the pitch.
"Listen up. We are in 6th place — one point above the playoff line. We cannot afford to drop points this weekend. The team below us has a game in hand. A loss puts us in real danger. A draw keeps us safe for now. We need to fight for every inch out there. Rivera — you've been excellent in training, but you're still young and new to this level. You will start on the bench tomorrow. Be ready to come on if we need creativity or fight in the second half."
Alex nodded calmly. "Understood, Coach. I'll be ready."
Inside, his determination burned hotter than ever.
Bench again. Fine. I came on late last time and scored the equaliser. This time I'll come on and change the game even more. They need points to survive in sixth place. I will give them more than points. I will give them a win.
The final training session was sharp and intense. Rivalries with the veterans were still there, but the respect had grown after his free-kick heroics. Carlos "El Pulpo" Mendoza pushed him hard in the 1v2 drills, but Alex used Phantom Shadow Dribble to glide past him twice. Diego "The Beast" Torres shoulder-barged him in a 50/50, but Alex won the ball cleanly and launched a counter.
System notifications flashed during the session.
[System Notification]
First-Team Training – Pre-Match Bonus
EXP Gained: +920
Dribbling: +2 (now 99)
Passing: +3 (now 99)
Physicality: +2 (now 89)
Saturday evening arrived.
The stadium was packed once again — 28,000 fans filling the stands under the bright floodlights. The atmosphere was electric, but the tension was palpable. Everyone knew the stakes. Galaxy needed at least a point to stay in 6th place and keep their playoff hopes alive.
Alex sat on the bench in his number 33 jersey, legs bouncing with nervous energy. The team was announced. He was not in the starting XI. He watched the players walk out onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd washing over him.
They need points. They are barely surviving in sixth place. I will wait for my moment. When I come on, I will change everything.
The referee blew the whistle for kick-off.
The match began at a frantic pace. The opponents were physical and organized, sitting deep and looking for counters. Galaxy pushed forward, but the final ball was lacking. By the 25th minute the visitors scored on a quick counter — a long ball over the top that the striker finished clinically.
0–1
The crowd groaned. Alex clenched his fists on the bench.
32'
The opponents scored again on another counter. Galaxy were caught out of shape. The score became 0–2.
The stadium fell quieter. The frustration was clear. The team was chasing the game and needed a spark.
Alex stood up and began warming up along the sideline more intensely. Coach Morales glanced at him several times.
The first half ended 0–2.
In the locker room the mood was heavy. Coach Morales spoke firmly.
"We are 0–2 down and we are still in 6th place — one point above the playoff line. A loss tonight would be disastrous. We need to fight back. We need creativity. We need fight. Rivera — be ready. You're coming on at 65' if we don't turn this around."
Alex nodded, eyes burning with determination.
The second half started. Galaxy pushed hard, but the opponents defended deep. The clock ticked.
60'
Still 0–2.
64'
Coach Morales stood up and looked straight at Alex.
"Rivera — get ready. You're coming on at 65'. Go warm up now."
Alex stood instantly and began sprinting along the sideline. The crowd noticed the young substitute warming up more intensely and gave a ripple of applause.
The fourth official raised the board at exactly 65'.
Number 33 — Alex Rivera ON
Alex jogged onto the pitch, high-fiving the player coming off. The announcer's voice boomed:
"Substitution for the Galaxy… number thirty-three… Alex Rivera!"
The crowd roared as number 33 stepped onto the pitch with the team trailing 0–2.
Alex took his position in the No. 10 role, heart pounding, mind crystal clear.
The game restarted.
He was ready to change everything.