Sang-hyun found himself sitting across from Yumin. He'd seen her dance before, watched her graceful movements and exceptional agility from afar, but up close, she was a sight to behold.
He was momentarily taken aback by her beauty. The lights from the room reflected off her skin, enhancing her natural glow. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting against her revealing dress which accentuated her stunning figure. Her large breasts were prominent, but what truly captured him were her eyes. They sparkled with a cunning intelligence and a hint of something darker, something he couldn't quite put a finger on.
Before the torrent of questions and the media frenzy, Sang-hyun and Yumin found themselves together at the press conference, a small pocket of peace amidst the storm of anticipation brewing around them, and her vivacity and charm immediately caught him off guard.
"Sang-hyun," Yumin started, her voice a gentle purr as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a certain mischief. "I must say, you clean up well." She motioned to his suit, a sharp contrast to the usual sweat-drenched appearance he was associated with.
Sang-hyun turned to face her, a faint smile on his lips. He took a moment to appreciate her radiant beauty, her graceful demeanor. "You look stunning, Yumin. Then again, you always do."
Yumin's smile widened, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Flatterer," she teased, her tone light and playful. "Are you always this charming or is it just for today?"
"Only for today," Sang-hyun chuckled, deciding to match her playful banter. "The rest of the days, I'm just a sweaty boxer."
This earned him a soft, melodic laugh from Yumin, the sound like a soothing balm amidst the chaos around them. "Well, then I'm glad to be here today," she said, her gaze momentarily softening.
"Yumin," he began, trying to understand the woman who had thrown him into this whirlwind, his voice low and respectful. "I must admit, I'm still rather surprised by all of this. You really intend to go through with the match?"
Yumin, her beautiful eyes focused on Sang-hyun, smiled charmingly, her lips parting to reveal perfect teeth. "Why, Sang-hyun. you're not nervous, are you?" Yumin asked, leaning in towards him. Her voice was warm and inviting, a sharp contrast to her frosty, icy persona on stage and in the ring. Her laughter filled the air, a rich, genuine sound that further disarmed him.
Caught off guard, Sang-hyun quickly shook his head. "No, not at all Just... intrigued.", he responded, trying to match her nonchalance. "I've been in many matches before. This is just another one."
Her laughter filled the room, as clear and melodious as a silver bell. "But this is not just another match," she countered, her gaze steady and unflinching. "This is a ballet dancer versus a boxing champion. That's a first, isn't it?"
There was something in her tone that made him glance at her, a new light of respect kindling in his eyes. Despite her teasing words and playful demeanor, she was resolute and determined. He had to admit, her confidence was impressive.
Sang-hyun had to admit, she was right. This wasn't just another match. He was going to share the ring with a woman, a ballerina no less. This was certainly out of the ordinary. Still, he maintained his calm façade, responding with a polite smile. "Yes, it is. But the fundamentals remain the same. It's a boxing match after all."
As he said this, he felt a rush of emotions, a potent mix of anticipation, apprehension, and confusion. He was a seasoned boxer, yet this was uncharted territory for him. Despite her teasing words and playful demeanor, she was resolute and determined. He had to admit, her confidence was impressive. Despite being a hobbyist, her audacity was akin to that of a professional fighter. And he couldn't deny the effect her beauty had on him; her radiant smile, her expressive eyes, the delicate curve of her body, all seemed to enhance the aura around her.
Once the pair had settled into their seats, the press conference started in earnest. Questions flew fast and thick, the reporters jostling for a chance to have their questions answered. One reporter managed to cut through the noise with a question that had been on everyone's minds: "Why have the two of you, seemingly from different worlds, decided to engage in this boxing match?"
Sang-hyun was the first to respond, his calm demeanor unflappable under the intense scrutiny. "Well," he began, his voice steady and polite, "We thought it would be an interesting event. A boxing match between a champion and a ballerina is not something you see every day. We believe that it can provide a unique spectacle and raise funds for the causes we care about."
Yumin, seated next to him, nodded in agreement. Her voice, when she spoke, was as enchanting as the rest of her, her tone polite and demure. "Sang-hyun is right. It's an opportunity for us to challenge ourselves while doing something beneficial for the community. It's not about winning or losing, but the spirit of the sport and the goodwill it brings."
The next question brought the focus to their personal impressions of each other. Again, Sang-hyun spoke with nothing but respect. "I've always admired Ms. Shin for her accomplishments as a ballerina. Her agility and discipline are something to be respected. I'm intrigued to see how those skills translate to the boxing ring."
Then, it was Yumin's turn. "Oh, Sang-hyun," she began, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. Her eyes flickered to Sang-hyun, a glint of something indefinable in her gaze. "He is indeed an exceptional athlete. The Fearless Destroyer," she added, her voice carrying a subtle sarcasm that only the keenest ears would pick up, "is quite an apt title for him."
As she uttered those words, a secret thrill coursed through her. It was true that she felt a strong attraction to Sang-hyun. However, her attraction was far from typical. She was drawn to him, not out of romantic interest, but rather a deep-seated, darker desire. The taste of the upcoming battle, the thought of having him under her mercy, it was a potent combination that set her heart pounding in a way that nothing else did.
It was a desire to dominate, to control, and to break this invincible champion. She craved the chance to break his invincibility, to make him yield under her touch, to turn the Fearless Destroyer into her obedient pet. And as she looked at him, the hunger in her eyes disguised as admiration, she knew the desire to bring him to his knees was becoming increasingly irresistible.
The reporters, each hoping for an exclusive scoop, threw out questions like sparks in the tinder. The next question focused on the unusual rules of the upcoming boxing match.
"How do you feel about the rule that the match can't end without the winner's consent? Would you accept your opponent's surrender?" a seasoned reporter asked.
Sang-hyun's response was straightforward, matching his honest demeanor, "In any match, I respect my opponent's decision. If my opponent decides to surrender, I would accept it. The essence of boxing is about respect, after all."
All eyes turned to Yumin for her response. She sat still for a moment, her fingers playing with a strand of her hair as she pondered her answer, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory glint. "Would I accept Sang-hyun's surrender? Well," she started, her voice taking on a huskier tone, "I think surrendering is a display of utmost trust. I find that... incredibly alluring. So, if he decides to surrender, it would be quite interesting to see what happens next, wouldn't it?" She let out a delicate laugh, sending shivers down some spines, including Sang-hyun's. The implication of her words and the suggestive tone were starkly different from what he'd expected, making him uncomfortable yet unable to voice any objections.
The final question that came their way was regarding the second controversial rule. As Sang-hyun was about to respond, outlining his take on it, Yumin cut him off abruptly. It was an unusual, almost audacious move that silenced the room for a beat.
"Sang-hyun, darling, allow me," she interjected, her tone playful yet commanding. "The second rule...it's a daring clause, isn't it? To have the winner do whatever they please to the loser...now that's quite thrilling," she stated, her eyes roved over Sang-hyun, a glint of mischief in them. "A whole night with our handsome champion 'Fearless Destroyer' here, all to myself. I can't deny, the possibilities are... intriguing."
Before the insinuations could solidify, she swiftly turned the tide, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Of course, it could be as innocent as asking him for an autograph... or maybe learning a few ballet moves from me. Who knows?" She then turned to Sang-hyun and offered him a charming smile, "Just trying to add a bit of spice to our match, Sang-hyun. We want the audience to enjoy it, right?"
Sang-hyun was left speechless by her audacious words. He found himself torn between annoyance and admiration for her boldness. He couldn't bring himself to be truly angry, her radiant smile melting his irritation away. However, he decided then and there that he would teach her a lesson, a gentle punishment for her boldness, once he won the match... or perhaps he could show her how a champion really celebrates his victories.
As the press conference wrapped up, Sang-hyun was the first to rise, excusing himself from the podium. But before he could get far, Yumin's melodious voice called out to him, her words laced with sweetness.
"Sang-hyun," she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips. He stopped, his back still turned to her. Yumin, with a grace that only a ballerina could possess, glided over to him. He turned just in time to see her moving closer, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. Caught off guard, he froze as she pulled herself closer, her large breasts pressing against his solid chest.
Before he could react, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek, a stark contrast to her fiery words from earlier. He was too surprised to react, his eyes wide as he looked down at her. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she leaned in, her lips hovering over his ear.
"Get ready, Sang-hyun," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "I can't wait to see you helpless. There's something incredibly sexy about it."