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In a large waiting room specially set up for the executives of the the Chojin Committee.
Jacqueline Muscle is gazing at her palms. They are white, small, plump, smooth and soft. Her fingers are slender, each one like a polished branch of a crape myrtle. On the middle finger of her left hand gleamed an opulent ring.
But she is not interested in such superficial things. She is remembering what had happened between Kevin Mask and her, which was recalled through her hands.
Before the Blocks fight earlier. When she touched his beautiful, well-trained body, he shook her off strongly and silently. When she approached him after the match, he gave her a “gift” ── it was the remnants of a losing Blocks. Jacqueline received it and immediately threw it away.
Rude and unfriendly. Born the daughter of the chairman of the the Chojin Committee and was brought up as though she were a delicate hothouse flower, she had never met such a type of man before. Kevin treated Jacqueline ill, even though she has always been a queen to those around her, especially to a man.
But she does not dislike him. Kevin Mask is strong, proud, arrogant, a justice chojin with a dark side, and Jacqueline had always looked forward to his fight the most. Now, she is even beginning to be fascinated with his coldness and roughness.
Kevin is also good looking. Even though his piercing stare turns toward Jacqueline, it never looks at her. He calls her "Miss”, but doesn't even try to hide his mockery in his low voice. His hands are large, swarthy, and wild. All of them are different from what she has known in all her life, and that's why she is attracted to him.
And he is also the guy who seems to give her what she wants more than any of the twelve contestants in the Chojin World Grand Prix Grand Finals.
(I'm looking forward to the semi-finals, too.)
Jacqueline's moist, rose-like lips form a beautiful arc. The princess, who is feared even by her own older brother as "outer face of the Bodhisattva and inner heart of the Demon”, is growing more and more eagerly anticipating the Evil Nobleman, whose true face she does not even know.