We walked into the restaurant and ordered black noodles. Oh, did you think that it’d be a fancy place because I called it a restaurant? No, it was just a small Chinese food place. The name happened to be The Restaurant.
“Black noodles or jjamppong. That’s the question,” I said, looking at the menu. This was a hard choice. Both of them are good. If I were to get the black noodles, I’d want the jjamppong. And if I were to get the jjamppong, I’d want the black noodles. Can I get a mixed version? Sadly, they don’t have it here. All of a sudden, Nayoung spoke up.
“Just get both then.”
“Oh, that’s true.”
I made it difficult for nothing. I can eat both. We all have our stupid moments. I guess this was one of mine.
“You want sweet and sour pork?”
“Okay.”
“Should’ve known,” Nayoung said with a smile before adding an order of the dish.
“You’re going to need more than one, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Again, should’ve known.”
She added another order of sweet and sour pork. Then, she turned back to me.
“So where’s the match?” she asked.
“Probably in Japan.”
That was the more likely choice.
“In Japan? That’s enemy territory. It’s going to be crazy…”
Nayoung was already worried about me. She is so sweet, but it doesn’t matter where the match is held. Having it in Japan is better. Destroying the leader on their turf. Think of what a coup that would be.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“That’s true…since you’re not human.”
“But I am human…”
I am. I just happen to be from another century…
“Your powers won’t disappear, will they?”
“Don’t worry about that.”
“Okay. I’ll be cheering for you, so do well, okay?”
“Thanks.”
Yeah, as long as Nayoung is there, it’s fine. I don’t need a big support group. Of course, at the moment, I had no idea how big my fandom in Japan had gotten. Soon enough, our food arrived and we dug in. Chinese food is surely the best.
***
Time passed and soon, it was that time of the month. No, not my period. The day of my match with Haruto. Since there was no weight limit, I didn’t bother weighing myself beforehand.
“Sian, you sure you’re okay with this?” Jinwoo asked.
“Of course,” I said casually.
“The Japanese are all calling for Haruto’s victory.”
“Not everyone.”
It’s true. Some Japanese people were on my side. My Japanese fans. The news about my heroic deeds during the earthquake had spread across the news again, and now, more people were sure that I might win. Oh yeah, there’s also the terrorist incident in Africa.
“Still, the chances are small.”
Yeah, to Jinwoo, it would seem so.
“Don’t worry.”
“Still, I can’t help it. I saw the footage of Haruto fighting and it’s….”
Jinwoo continued to look worried.
“Should I break another rock for you?”
“Oh, no! That’s okay!” Jinwoo said quickly.
“Then leave. I want to sleep.”
Yes, please leave. We were at a hotel and it was time for me to sleep.
“Oh, okay. Sorry. Anyways, don’t get hurt tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry.”
“Okay. And here.”
He pulled out a bag he’d been holding behind my back. It looked rather big.
“What is it?”
“Sushi.”
“Thanks!” I said, giving him a thumbs up. Jinwoo smiled in response.
“Dig in. You need all the strength you can get.”
“Okay.”
He does care.
“I’ll be leaving then. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Jinwoo then left my hotel room. As soon as he was gone, I opened the package of sushi. They do taste different in Japan.
While I was eating, I received a text.
“Huh?”
It was Nayoung.
[Hey, Sian. Can I come over~?]
[Sure.]
She’s right next door. Oh, in case you’re wondering who came with me, it was Jinwoo and Nayoung. Oh, and the team of athletes who were all beaten by me when they were training me to fight Eunsoon. They came along as well, saying they want to help. Unfortunately, the other members of Lovely Girlz couldn’t make time in their schedule. Still, I know they’re cheering for me in their hearts so I’m not that upset.
Anyways, soon enough, I heard someone knocking at my door before I opened it. Nayoung then skipped in.
“Is Mr. Park gone?”
“Yeah. He left a while ago.”
Nayoung smiled. She linked her arms with me, pressing her chest against me…at least she would if she had any. She’s very flat. Still, she’s really pretty and she has a nice body.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Nayoung asked brightly.
“….”
I didn’t know what to say. What’s with this girl? She’s not a lesbian as well, is she? There’s no way. It’s not like they’re common.
“With me?”
“Yeah.”
“But you already paid for a room of your own…”
“But I want to sleep next to you.”
“….”
Did the heavens plan this to torture me even more? They turn me into a girl and then make all the girls want to stay with me. Are they testing me? Or punishing me for something? If they were going to take away my manhood, they could’ve at least been kind enough to take away my libido. What do they expect me to do with these desires? Even when I want to do it, I can’t. Become a lesbian? That won’t help. I can’t do anything without my manhood. Anyways, that’s my dilemma.
“I should take a shower. It’s really hot nowadays.”
“A shower?”
“Yeah. Want to join?”
“No,” I rejected. The truth is, I wanted to, but I refused in case my desires came back. Prevention is the best medicine after all. It’d be best if I didn’t see a woman’s naked body tonight. Unfortunately, Nayoung wouldn’t let it go.
“Why not? Let’s take one together.”
And as she talked, she just took off her shirt, leaving herself only with a pink bra on.
“….”
Luckily, she didn’t have much there so there wasn’t much to stir anything inside me. But then, she started taking off her pants, leaving her in her pink underwear. Is it a set? Anyways, my eyes fell on the perfect curve of her ass and I gulped…I immediately turned away.
“Aw, Sian? what’s there to be shy about? We’re both girls.”
Nayoung began to walk closer to me only in her underwear. I tried to back away from her but she caught me.
“Let’s hurry and take a shower, Sian. I want to see your boobs.”
“….”
Well, it couldn’t be helped. I had no choice but to take a shower with her. Did I see Nayoung’s naked body? I’d rather not say.
***
After spending the night with Nayoung, I woke up the next morning bright and early. Today was the day of the match. After a light(ish) breakfast at the hotel, I had an interview with the Japanese reporters.
“They would like to know if you’re confident about today’s match,” the interpreter translated.
“Of course,” I answered with a big smile. Isn’t it obvious?
“They would like to know where you get your confidence from.”
“Do I need to get it from anywhere? Isn’t it obvious that I’m going to win?”
“Oh.”
The interpreter translated my answer as the Japanese reporters gasped at my answer. A few of them didn’t listen to what I just said. They probably think I’m rude.
“Haruto says that she’ll knock you out within a minute into the first round. What do you have to say that?” the interpreter translated.
“I think it’s bullshit.”
Cue more gasps from the Japanese reporters. A few of them began to whisper to themselves, probably calling me a crazy bitch.
“They would like to know if all the stories about all the things you did during the earthquake are true.”
“Yes, they are.”
More gasps of shock. I caught some of them looking at me doubtfully though. They were two-faced. I can tell.
“They would like you to show them.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Aw~”
The Japanese reporters all groaned. I just smiled in response. Don’t worry. I’ll show you later in the match.
“Then would you like to say something to Haruto?”
“Hey, Haruto. Make sure you reserve a bed in the hospital~ Oh, is Yoshiba coming as well?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Then I hope he has a bed reserved too.”
***
My interview was soon broadcasted and both Haruto and Yoshiba were angered by it. And so were the Japanese fans who were supporting them. About an hour before the match, they were cursing me out online. Some conservative far-right supporters even sent me death threats. Fine, go ahead. I’ll make you guys pay 100 times over.
At the venue, that is.
“The gloves are thicker than I thought,” I said, looking down at my gloves. Won’t these lessen the strength of my blows? Not that I planned to punch Haruto. I will with Yoshiba though. But if the gloves are this thick, then there won’t be much force behind it.
“It’d be dangerous if they were thinner,” Jinwoo said.
“Hmph.”
Still, it’s too bad.
“Sian, listen to me. Don’t get yourself injured and don’t hurt Haruto too badly either. Okay.”
“Why not?”
“There’s nothing to gain by angering the Japanese. We have to do promotions here as well.”
“Coward.”
“….”
Jinwoo didn’t answer. I mean, I get where Jinwoo is coming from. He’s a businessman and he has to judge everything through the eyes of business. But I’m undoubtedly going to beat up Yoshiba. Don’t even try to stop me. I’ll go easy on Haruto since she’s a girl.
“Oh, and…”
“And what?”
“Look at your arms…you’re so skinny…ugh…it’s my fault for letting you fight with a body like this.”
“Says who?” I said with a smile. How could he say it’s his fault when I’m the one who wanted the match? If he’s that sorry, then he can leave and go pray for me elsewhere. Or was that too mean?
“Anyways, just go in and don’t be nervous.”
“Did a lot of people come?”
“95% of them are here for Haruto.”
“That means I still have 5%, right?”
Hey, 5% is still something.
“Yeah. To be honest, I’m surprised there’s even 5% for you. But the thing is…”
“Yes?”
“This whole sport was founded by far-right Japanese groups. That’s why there are so many conservatives in the audience today. There’s a rumor going around saying that they rigged the match. I’m worried that something might happen.”
“Nothing’s going to happen. Don’t worry.”
As long as I give it to Haruto well, there will be no chance for anything to happen to me.
Just then, one of the officials of the match came into our waiting room.
“It’s almost time for the match to start.”
He was Korean, and he was giving me an encouraging smile.
“Alright. Let’s go, Mr. Park.”
“Okay,”
We walked out of the waiting room. It was finally time to fight with Haruto. 95% of the crowd was with her. And they were far-right supporters at that. But I didn’t care. I was very happy with this kind of setup. This will make my defeat of her even sweeter. Just think of what a spectacle that will be. Of course, I won’t just stop there. I’ll drag Yoshiba into the ring and beat him up as well. I’ll make tonight’s defeat one for the history books.
If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.
We walked into the restaurant and ordered black noodles. Oh, did you think that it’d be a fancy place because I called it a restaurant? No, it was just a small Chinese food place. The name happened to be The Restaurant.
“Black noodles or jjamppong. That’s the question,” I said, looking at the menu. This was a hard choice. Both of them are good. If I were to get the black noodles, I’d want the jjamppong. And if I were to get the jjamppong, I’d want the black noodles. Can I get a mixed version? Sadly, they don’t have it here. All of a sudden, Nayoung spoke up.
“Just get both then.”
“Oh, that’s true.”
I made it difficult for nothing. I can eat both. We all have our stupid moments. I guess this was one of mine.
“You want sweet and sour pork?”
“Okay.”
“Should’ve known,” Nayoung said with a smile before adding an order of the dish.
“You’re going to need more than one, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Again, should’ve known.”
She added another order of sweet and sour pork. Then, she turned back to me.
“So where’s the match?” she asked.
“Probably in Japan.”
That was the more likely choice.
“In Japan? That’s enemy territory. It’s going to be crazy…”
Nayoung was already worried about me. She is so sweet, but it doesn’t matter where the match is held. Having it in Japan is better. Destroying the leader on their turf. Think of what a coup that would be.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“That’s true…since you’re not human.”
“But I am human…”
I am. I just happen to be from another century…
“Your powers won’t disappear, will they?”
“Don’t worry about that.”
“Okay. I’ll be cheering for you, so do well, okay?”
“Thanks.”
Yeah, as long as Nayoung is there, it’s fine. I don’t need a big support group. Of course, at the moment, I had no idea how big my fandom in Japan had gotten. Soon enough, our food arrived and we dug in. Chinese food is surely the best.
***
Time passed and soon, it was that time of the month. No, not my period. The day of my match with Haruto. Since there was no weight limit, I didn’t bother weighing myself beforehand.
“Sian, you sure you’re okay with this?” Jinwoo asked.
“Of course,” I said casually.
“The Japanese are all calling for Haruto’s victory.”
“Not everyone.”
It’s true. Some Japanese people were on my side. My Japanese fans. The news about my heroic deeds during the earthquake had spread across the news again, and now, more people were sure that I might win. Oh yeah, there’s also the terrorist incident in Africa.
“Still, the chances are small.”
Yeah, to Jinwoo, it would seem so.
“Don’t worry.”
“Still, I can’t help it. I saw the footage of Haruto fighting and it’s….”
Jinwoo continued to look worried.
“Should I break another rock for you?”
“Oh, no! That’s okay!” Jinwoo said quickly.
“Then leave. I want to sleep.”
Yes, please leave. We were at a hotel and it was time for me to sleep.
“Oh, okay. Sorry. Anyways, don’t get hurt tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry.”
“Okay. And here.”
He pulled out a bag he’d been holding behind my back. It looked rather big.
“What is it?”
“Sushi.”
“Thanks!” I said, giving him a thumbs up. Jinwoo smiled in response.
“Dig in. You need all the strength you can get.”
“Okay.”
He does care.
“I’ll be leaving then. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Jinwoo then left my hotel room. As soon as he was gone, I opened the package of sushi. They do taste different in Japan.
While I was eating, I received a text.
“Huh?”
It was Nayoung.
[Hey, Sian. Can I come over~?]
[Sure.]
She’s right next door. Oh, in case you’re wondering who came with me, it was Jinwoo and Nayoung. Oh, and the team of athletes who were all beaten by me when they were training me to fight Eunsoon. They came along as well, saying they want to help. Unfortunately, the other members of Lovely Girlz couldn’t make time in their schedule. Still, I know they’re cheering for me in their hearts so I’m not that upset.
Anyways, soon enough, I heard someone knocking at my door before I opened it. Nayoung then skipped in.
“Is Mr. Park gone?”
“Yeah. He left a while ago.”
Nayoung smiled. She linked her arms with me, pressing her chest against me…at least she would if she had any. She’s very flat. Still, she’s really pretty and she has a nice body.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Nayoung asked brightly.
“….”
I didn’t know what to say. What’s with this girl? She’s not a lesbian as well, is she? There’s no way. It’s not like they’re common.
“With me?”
“Yeah.”
“But you already paid for a room of your own…”
“But I want to sleep next to you.”
“….”
Did the heavens plan this to torture me even more? They turn me into a girl and then make all the girls want to stay with me. Are they testing me? Or punishing me for something? If they were going to take away my manhood, they could’ve at least been kind enough to take away my libido. What do they expect me to do with these desires? Even when I want to do it, I can’t. Become a lesbian? That won’t help. I can’t do anything without my manhood. Anyways, that’s my dilemma.
“I should take a shower. It’s really hot nowadays.”
“A shower?”
“Yeah. Want to join?”
“No,” I rejected. The truth is, I wanted to, but I refused in case my desires came back. Prevention is the best medicine after all. It’d be best if I didn’t see a woman’s naked body tonight. Unfortunately, Nayoung wouldn’t let it go.
“Why not? Let’s take one together.”
And as she talked, she just took off her shirt, leaving herself only with a pink bra on.
“….”
Luckily, she didn’t have much there so there wasn’t much to stir anything inside me. But then, she started taking off her pants, leaving her in her pink underwear. Is it a set? Anyways, my eyes fell on the perfect curve of her ass and I gulped…I immediately turned away.
“Aw, Sian? what’s there to be shy about? We’re both girls.”
Nayoung began to walk closer to me only in her underwear. I tried to back away from her but she caught me.
“Let’s hurry and take a shower, Sian. I want to see your boobs.”
“….”
Well, it couldn’t be helped. I had no choice but to take a shower with her. Did I see Nayoung’s naked body? I’d rather not say.
***
After spending the night with Nayoung, I woke up the next morning bright and early. Today was the day of the match. After a light(ish) breakfast at the hotel, I had an interview with the Japanese reporters.
“They would like to know if you’re confident about today’s match,” the interpreter translated.
“Of course,” I answered with a big smile. Isn’t it obvious?
“They would like to know where you get your confidence from.”
“Do I need to get it from anywhere? Isn’t it obvious that I’m going to win?”
“Oh.”
The interpreter translated my answer as the Japanese reporters gasped at my answer. A few of them didn’t listen to what I just said. They probably think I’m rude.
“Haruto says that she’ll knock you out within a minute into the first round. What do you have to say that?” the interpreter translated.
“I think it’s bullshit.”
Cue more gasps from the Japanese reporters. A few of them began to whisper to themselves, probably calling me a crazy bitch.
“They would like to know if all the stories about all the things you did during the earthquake are true.”
“Yes, they are.”
More gasps of shock. I caught some of them looking at me doubtfully though. They were two-faced. I can tell.
“They would like you to show them.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Aw~”
The Japanese reporters all groaned. I just smiled in response. Don’t worry. I’ll show you later in the match.
“Then would you like to say something to Haruto?”
“Hey, Haruto. Make sure you reserve a bed in the hospital~ Oh, is Yoshiba coming as well?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Then I hope he has a bed reserved too.”
***
My interview was soon broadcasted and both Haruto and Yoshiba were angered by it. And so were the Japanese fans who were supporting them. About an hour before the match, they were cursing me out online. Some conservative far-right supporters even sent me death threats. Fine, go ahead. I’ll make you guys pay 100 times over.
At the venue, that is.
“The gloves are thicker than I thought,” I said, looking down at my gloves. Won’t these lessen the strength of my blows? Not that I planned to punch Haruto. I will with Yoshiba though. But if the gloves are this thick, then there won’t be much force behind it.
“It’d be dangerous if they were thinner,” Jinwoo said.
“Hmph.”
Still, it’s too bad.
“Sian, listen to me. Don’t get yourself injured and don’t hurt Haruto too badly either. Okay.”
“Why not?”
“There’s nothing to gain by angering the Japanese. We have to do promotions here as well.”
“Coward.”
“….”
Jinwoo didn’t answer. I mean, I get where Jinwoo is coming from. He’s a businessman and he has to judge everything through the eyes of business. But I’m undoubtedly going to beat up Yoshiba. Don’t even try to stop me. I’ll go easy on Haruto since she’s a girl.
“Oh, and…”
“And what?”
“Look at your arms…you’re so skinny…ugh…it’s my fault for letting you fight with a body like this.”
“Says who?” I said with a smile. How could he say it’s his fault when I’m the one who wanted the match? If he’s that sorry, then he can leave and go pray for me elsewhere. Or was that too mean?
“Anyways, just go in and don’t be nervous.”
“Did a lot of people come?”
“95% of them are here for Haruto.”
“That means I still have 5%, right?”
Hey, 5% is still something.
“Yeah. To be honest, I’m surprised there’s even 5% for you. But the thing is…”
“Yes?”
“This whole sport was founded by far-right Japanese groups. That’s why there are so many conservatives in the audience today. There’s a rumor going around saying that they rigged the match. I’m worried that something might happen.”
“Nothing’s going to happen. Don’t worry.”
As long as I give it to Haruto well, there will be no chance for anything to happen to me.
Just then, one of the officials of the match came into our waiting room.
“It’s almost time for the match to start.”
He was Korean, and he was giving me an encouraging smile.
“Alright. Let’s go, Mr. Park.”
“Okay,”
We walked out of the waiting room. It was finally time to fight with Haruto. 95% of the crowd was with her. And they were far-right supporters at that. But I didn’t care. I was very happy with this kind of setup. This will make my defeat of her even sweeter. Just think of what a spectacle that will be. Of course, I won’t just stop there. I’ll drag Yoshiba into the ring and beat him up as well. I’ll make tonight’s defeat one for the history books.
If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.
