Chapter 9: The Walk of Shame
Japan is my new residence and I couldn't have been any happier after I settled myself into a decent sized apartment. My relationship with my father became strained due to previous series of events, but we were still on talking terms. Lee wasn't too thrilled about my decision to move here but this is what I wanted – for now. I spent my time training, additionally finding work as a personal trainer at the local gym. It was a slow process, but I was adjusting to my new life here in Japan.
One day, I came home after a long day from work and picked up the mail. I opened the door and placed the letters on the small table nearby. One of the letters slipped from the pile on to the floor. I crouched down and picked it up, studying the envelope. Something about it prompted me to open it straight away. I pulled out a piece of paper enclosed and read the information.
"This is..." I paused, coming to a realization that this was an invitation to the King of Iron Fist tournament 5.
The fourth tournament concluded not long ago. The victor of the tournament was unknown, many claimed Jin Kazama was the winner, but it wasn't proven. In addition, Heihachi's death announcement hit the media soon after. It was extremely odd that a new tournament was quickly announced, with the uncertainly to who was now running the Zaibatsu.
"How did they find out about me?" I asked myself.
Then I remembered, I caused a stir when I interfered in Lee's match against Kazuya in the fourth tournament - I gathered a bit of media attention on my actions. The Zaibatsu must have been quick to find out all my vital information, not surprising at all.
I got what I wanted - I'm going to take part in the King of Iron First Tournament. I couldn't conjure if this would be the ultimate dream or my worst nightmare.
All participants in the tournament were given special facilities for use. I made up my mind to check out the training room to psyche me up. The opening of the tournament would be in a few days, I needed to do my hard yards. I wore light blue exercise run shorts and a hot pink training bra. To my luck, no one was using the room; I had it all to myself.
I proceeded to so some yoga moves to get me in the zone. I started with the tree pose with pray hands. I balanced on one leg and then alternated with the other one. I stretched down, with my hands reaching to the back of my ankles.
I took a quick glance, noticing a male entering the training room. It didn't bother me much that another person had decided to work out in this room as well. I continued with my yoga stretches, moving my legs wide apart, leaning forward between my legs for a few counts.
"ah-ha, I knew I recognized you from somewhere." The male voice coyly remarked.
I raised my upper body and closed my legs together, diverting my attention to show my disgust of this pervert.
The auburn above shoulder length hair of the man caught me off guard - It was Hwoarang. He was wearing a dobok, the Korean martial arts uniform. The top part of the uniform was untied, exposing his well-defined abs. The last time we saw each other was on that fateful night we spent together. It ended up as a one night stand, when he left the next morning promising to call, which he never did. I didn't hold it against him, I never expected him to call me.
"Look what the cat dragged in." I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Missed me?" Hwoarang questioned with a childish tone, expecting a better welcome from me.
I picked up my fingerless cloves, strapping them on my hands. "We only had one night together. You expected me wait for your return?" I scoffed. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" I smugly raised one eyebrow at Hwoarang to show my oversight of his appearance.
"Oh, you're stabbing me in the heart." Hwoarang joked, mockingly stabbing himself with air.
I snickered, shaking my head. "I guess you don't have a reasonable excuse for your little disappearance."
Hwoarang raised up his index finger, pointing at me. "Actually, I do."
I tilted my head, crossing my arms. I wanted to hear what possible excuse he could come up with.
"To cut a long story short, the Korean Military arrested me for AWOL. Two months later I was discharged, free from military duty."
"I believe you." I coolly complied. The occurrence did seem passable; I didn't need to question the legitimacy.
I turned my back to Hwoarang to continue on with my training. I walked over to the red punching bag in the centre of the room and swung my left fist into the padding of the bag, alternating with my right fist and vice versa. Hwoarang unexpectedly stroked my waist with both of his hands, breaking my concentration. I slowed down the pace when the tingling sensation of his soft lips kissing my neck. I dipped my head to the side, allowing the kisses to continue.
"What are you doing?" I shivered, feeling his hands roam all over my body. I wanted Hwoarang to stop, but his touch was so inviting – All I could do was submit to his advances. In the corner of my mind, I wanted Hwoarang to sensually touch me again.
"God, you're so sexy" Hwoarang muttered whilst inhaling my scent.
I let out a soft moan, when Hwoarang's hands slipped into my sports bra, massaging my now exposed breasts. Hwoarang's body was touching me from behind. I could feel his hardness emerging from his pants. The anticipation was a turn on. I craved sexual release; I wanted him inside of me.
"Please... Please" I wanted to say stop but my body was thinking otherwise.
Hwoarang hot tongue licked the side of my neck, making me quiver. The touch of his hands glided down to my backside and tugged at my shorts to show my black lace briefs. Hwoarang crouched down, squeezing my butt cheeks and giving me a spank. I giggled feeling Hwoarang separated my legs, pushing down my panties to the floor. I bite my lip at the ecstasy of Hwoarang's tongue savouring my juices.
I heard Hwoarang's clothing ruffle down to the floor. Hwoarang positioned me in front of him, hoisting me up off the floor. I held my body against his, wrapping my arms and legs around him. I gasped when Hwoarang guided his shaft into my core, thrusting into me. I ran my fingers through his red hair, giving him a passionate kiss on lips.
I bounced up and down with a rhythm to the thrusts, moaning against Hwoarang's lips. The pace quickened, making me shriek with bliss.
The rapid movements stopped when Hwoarang froze in panic, still inside of me. "Did you hear that..."
"It's nothing." I gave a reassuring kiss, wanting him to continue pleasuring me.
"No, I'm serious." Hwoarang lowered me down, troubled about whatever he heard.
I looked around perplexed, investigating to what Hwoarang was so worried about. "I don't hear any- "
I stopped mid sentence when I overheard a man's voice roar out Hwoarang's name with authority.
"Oh fuck." The voice was familiar and Hwoarang knew who it was "That's Master."
"Master?" I questioned, seeing Hwoarang scrambling through the clothes on the floor to get dressed.
The voice became closer, with a harsher tone. I received the signal, clutching to my clothes and slipping them on too. To my horror, I had put my shorts on without my panties on. I couldn't find where my undergarment went.
"Looking for this?" Hwoarang cheekily said, holding up my underwear up to me.
"That's not funny." I snatched my underwear out of Hwoarang's hand. There wasn't enough time to interchange my underwear and shorts, so I scrunched the material in my hand.
The door swung open and an older Korean man entered the room. He had long gray hair, pulled into a pony tail and wore a dobok just like Hwoarang. I turned over to see Hwoarang straightened his posture, giving his master a salute. When the man acknowledged my presence he stared through me, indifferently.
"Uhh.. I'm going to leave." I quaked awkwardly, giving Hwoarang and his master a slight bow and then promptly leaving the room. As soon as I escaped, I leaned against the wall, putting my hand over my head in embarrassment. A few moments ago, I was having sex with Hwoarang once again, and we almost got caught. What was I even thinking, that's right I wasn't even thinking at all.
"Are you alright?" The sound of a concerned British voice caught my attention.
I looked up to see a blonde hair, blue-eyed male wearing red and blue boxing shorts. The man was that world-renowned boxer, Steve Fox. Here I was, in my walk of shame, holding my underwear in one hand and this man asking me if I was alright. My luck certainly ran out and the tournament hasn't even started yet.
"Oh, I'm alright... Just.." I was trembling with my words. All the possible lies I could tell did not escape from my mouth.
"It's just, I heard you training with Hwoarang and, you know... It seemed like pretty hard training." Steve was being suggestive, I could tell by his tone. He knew what Hwoarang and I were doing in there before the unfortunate interruption.
"You heard nothing." I pointed at Steve, not realizing I was using the hand with the panties in them. To my horror, I swapped my hands, putting the panties behind my back.
"Hey, no judgement." Steve let out a heartening chuckle.
"For your information, I don't sleep with every guy I see." There was no reasonable excuse for me to prove my actions to Steve. Not like it would save my new fond reputation.
"Its fine, your father has warned me about you." Steve joked, rubbing his chin. "Guess it runs through the family."
Could this get any worse? My father has talked about me to other fighters in the tournament. By the sounds of it, he painted me out like some sexual deviant. Not like he was some saint with the opposite sex either, I guess that's where the association of 'runs through the family' comes from.
"I need to go." Defeated and nothing else to add, I proceeded to leave it at that. I've been humiliated enough; I couldn't muster how Steve perceived me. I just wanted to find a hole and crawl in there during the tournament.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Steve touched my shoulder, looking at me apologetic.
"Don't worry about it, I'll be okay." I half smiled at Steve. All I needed was to complete my walk of shame and wish for the day to end sooner.
A/N: Yep, another mature scene was included in this chapter. I'm now going into the 5th tournament now! Enjoy. =)