Chapter 8. The Hero (5)
The fashionista of the hero world, the idol of career women, and the symbol of the ice-queen type. Belita Neyestani had many nicknames. Among the heroes, she was quite popular, regardless of gender. She was especially well-known as the epitome of arrogance. The Hero Association had promoted her as the haughty hero who fought for justice, and she herself was extremely satisfied with the image she had been given.
Who would ever have imagined that such a woman would one day be found with her head buried between a man's thighs on a deserted road, in the middle of the day, even inside a parked car? Of course, she had gone through a rather long and winding process to reach this point.
Belita had not started that way either. She had tried to regain her senses after the initial excitement. So, the moment they met, she had refused the lewd demand to be sucked. She knew that once she started, she couldn't stop herself. That was why she had subdued many men before and later discarded them coldly.
Well, if he didn't want it, that was fine. There was no way to force it. If they weren't compatible, they should just end it cleanly.
With words that bordered on coercion, she had gotten angry and left right away. After all, half the world was men. Even if it wasn't him, there were plenty of good men out there. She told herself that.
...Yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the memory of that day. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't reach the pleasure he had given her. The more she tried, the more she craved it.
In truth, she had already known in her heart that she could never feel such pleasure again without him. Kang-jun was fundamentally different from all the men she had passed through. But she still hadn't quite figured out exactly what it was.
Belita couldn't sleep properly every day anymore. She tossed and turned, constantly replaying that memory and sensation. Her body would heat up again, and she would pleasure herself, but in the end it was always empty. This wasn't it. It was far stronger and heavier, and far more unreal.
She even waited every day for a message of apology from him, convinced that the one who enjoyed it wasn't only herself.
But the one she was expecting never came. Belita grew more and more uneasy. Was this really how it ended? For real? ...From that day on, regret over her own choice began to grow bit by bit. Hadn't she at least accepted the request? After all, biting and sucking was a common thing between lovers. Maybe he was just a man with a bit stronger sex drive.
But because of her last shred of pride, she couldn't bring herself to contact him first. What would people think of her if she did that?
As worry and anxiety piled up, no matter how much she tried to hide it, the shadows on her face never fully disappeared. At the bi-weekly gathering of the Four Princesses, her state was finally exposed.
"Sis, have you been worried lately? Your face looks really down."
"Eh... me? N-no. What kind of talk is that? What kind of man problem could I possibly have? There are so many men I could reach out and grab them all."
The eyes of the three female heroes exchanged glances quickly. A man problem? She had never imagined that such a proud, ice-queen type girl who lived her whole life being waited on hand and foot by men could possibly have a man problem. How rotten must her heart have been for the words "man problem" to slip out so casually.
"What kind of man is he? Tell me. Right now."
"N-no, it's not like that."
"Belita, who do you think you're fooling? We're the Four Princesses. We know everything just from a glance, even if it's only been a day or two."
Belita had denied it several times, but in the end she admitted it. Trying to deceive the other three with the rest was probably impossible.
She told the story in a suitably distorted way. Oh my, oh my, oh my. The women clapped their hands and got completely absorbed in the content.
"...What should I do now?"
"What do you mean? You idiot! Half the world is men. Just forget it cleanly. ...Ugh, my heart feels so much lighter now. Okay. Forget that guy. Go find a new man. Should I introduce you? How about it?"
"No. I'm fine."
"Why don't we go to our club tonight? Let's go shake it up and get all the frustration out."
"Oh, that sounds great! Belita, are you coming too? Let's go! Come on! We're going!"
Belita was forced into their hands and taken straight to the club. Boom-boom-boom. The moment she stepped inside, the heartbeat of the beat began to make her heart race too. The chase from the men came nonstop toward the beautiful and successful heroes. Of course, the arrogant ones among them didn't even bother with the clumsy men. Eventually, Belita slipped away into a narrow room with one man she liked.
She was a bit surprised, but he was still a handsome young man. He had a good body too. He naturally recognized her. He seemed to want a secret relationship with a beautiful and successful woman. Occupying the room was a tacit agreement, so it was fine.
The man pleasured Belita. He sucked on her ears and neck with his mouth, and rubbed her breasts and crotch with his hands. Belita had also followed his movements at first. But the moment their lips met, her expression changed as if a dam had broken. It was too clumsy. Suddenly, Kang-jun came to mind.
"Stop. Stop! Enough. Get off."
"W-wait, did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did."
"No, it's not that. Enjoy yourself well."
Belita straightened her clothes and left the room, then immediately left the club. Anyway, the other three would surely enjoy themselves and leave on their own. That was the rule here. They didn't touch each other's private lives.
She tried to call her manager but stopped and called a taxi instead. The right taxi slid right in front of her.
"Where to?"
The taxi driver didn't recognize the woman in sunglasses. It was evening, and it was dark.
Belita's lips quivered. Then, the driver urged her with "Customer?", so she told him the address of Kang-jun's team house. She realized what she had done the moment she finished speaking... but the taxi was already moving.
Yes, just watching. Just watching.
For some reason, her heart was fluttering. Would she run into him by chance? How would she explain it then? Her head was filled with all kinds of wild imaginings.
The taxi soon entered the 42nd Zone and stopped in front of Kang-jun's team house. It was already pitch black around. The only lights were the bulbs on each house and the lonely streetlights.
Belita got out of the taxi. The taxi drove away with a whirring sound. She swallowed a little of the acrid exhaust and hurried toward a dark spot with no lights.
She could only see him if she pressed the doorbell. But her feet wouldn't move. It wasn't daytime, and the chance of meeting him by chance on this night was almost none. She crouched in a corner and turned on her phone screen. The light coming from the screen reflected on her face.
Belita stared at Kang-jun's number. Right below, if she just pressed the call button, she could achieve her purpose. But she couldn't muster the courage to press it. Her thumb finally wandered around it and then fell. She just kept wanting to see him. She should have taken a photo or two. Her chest suddenly ached. Tears might come.
Stupid bitch. Just give up. Is there only this one guy? What do you mean being good at sex? Handsome, nice guys are all over the place.
Belita kept talking herself down. Sigh. She wiped her running nose and stood up. Her high-heeled feet moved. The streetlights slowly approached and then disappeared. Her gaze kept drifting toward the team house. Her feet went there but stopped and turned around.
She wandered around like that for almost an hour. Like a madwoman.
And just as she was about to give up and turn back, like fate's prank, the front door opened. She held her breath and hid in the darkness. Kang-jun came out carrying a garbage bag. Seeing him, her heart stopped. The conflicting feelings of hoping he would notice her and hoping he wouldn't collided fiercely. She covered her mouth tightly with both hands.
Kang-jun set the garbage bag down and turned back. Please, please look this way. Belita begged desperately in her heart. But his direction didn't change. Her chest felt like it was tearing.
The moment Kang-jun grabbed the door handle, his movement suddenly stopped. Belita's eyes widened a little. He had exactly looked in the direction she was in. She was so startled she sat down hard and hid. Had he seen? It looked like he had seen. Looking directly at her was clearly a meaningful action.
Hope and anxiety mixed inside her. She could no longer control these strange feelings. At that moment, footsteps approached her. Even in that panicked state, she couldn't stop acting haughty. She quickly stood up and straightened her clothes.
In the darkness, she could at least make out the silhouette. It was Kang-jun. She was reunited with Kang-jun after a week. Her chest was full, but she tried to act as if nothing had happened.
"Belita?"
"Y-yes... long time no see."
"What brings you here?"
Belita was swept up in complex emotions and didn't notice that his voice contained no emotion at all.
She somehow came up with an excuse.
"No, I just... was passing by by chance."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It was truly a coincidence."
Kang-jun nodded lightly. And the next words were interesting.
"Then go on your way."
He spun his body around. Belita was shocked and her mouth opened slightly. She froze in place and couldn't move. Kang-jun went back into the team house.
She stood there for about ten minutes. Like fate was playing a joke, raindrops began to fall from the sky, then it poured down all at once. Her body quickly got soaked.
She slowly turned her body and walked in the rain.
Hwaaeng, hwaaaeng. She cried ugly tears. Then she leaned her back against the shutter of a closed store on the roadside and slid down. After crying for a while, she saw how pathetic she looked. She was more pitiful than a wet rat that had fallen into water.
Yes, I was the stupid one. What was I expecting?
She got up again. And she turned on her phone. She was about to call her manager.
The phone screen kept getting blurry because of the raindrops. She kept wiping it with her thumb, when suddenly the rain stopped. She looked up in surprise, and there was a pitch-black umbrella. She reflexively turned her head away.
Belita froze like a statue upon seeing Kang-jun. And she was thankful that it was raining. Otherwise she would have been caught crying ugly tears.
"What are you doing standing here?"
Kang-jun asked that way. Belita opened her mouth slightly but couldn't say anything. He picked up a laugh.
"You didn't come here hoping to see me?"
She couldn't answer that either. Belita quickly turned her head forward again and wiped her face with her wet sleeve. Her white clothes were smeared with all kinds of makeup.
She slowly turned her body toward him. She couldn't look him straight in the eye, so she kept her head slightly lowered. The sound of the rain all around enveloped her. So she felt like she was alone with him.
"You haven't forgotten me?"
Belita just kept her head slightly lowered and stayed quiet. She didn't know what to say. ...In truth, an awkward excuse like this with her current pathetic face would make her look even more pitiful.
At that moment, the roof suddenly opened. Swaa, rain poured down on her head. Huh? Belita reflexively looked up.
At the same time, arms wrapped around her. Kang-jun gave her a surprise kiss. Belita suddenly felt rebellious and twisted her body, closing her lips tightly, then... slowly, she gave her body to him. Her pouted lips also opened, accepting his tongue.
The handbag and phone she was holding fell with a thud. The screen was cracked like a spider web. ...But she couldn't see anything at all right now.
The kiss with Kang-jun was far too sweet.
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Kang-jun's eyes that were kissing Belita shone dangerously.