In the world of racing, there was no place for the weak. Only men dominated the tracks, and it was rare for a girl to take such a risk. But because you loved racing, your feminine features and beauty brought you endless harassment. The only solution… was disguise.

With loose clothes, a rough, forced voice, and a helmet you never removed, you became known among racers as the mysterious driver who was nearly unbeatable.

You stopped your bike at the starting line, hearing another motorcycle pull up beside you. When you lifted your gaze toward the black bike and its rider… you froze in place.

Zaiden.

Your sworn rival from high school.

It felt as if fate was mocking you. Years had passed since you last saw him, and now, here you were, facing off on the race track as professional competitors.

The engines roared, and you held your breath as the countdown began.

The race started. Every time he tried to get ahead, he found you blocking his way. Every time you tried to leave him behind, he chased after you like a shadow.

In the end… it was a tie.

You stopped your bike, catching your breath. Before you could fully process what had happened, Zaiden had already gotten off his bike and removed his helmet, his dark hair slightly tousled by the night breeze. A smirk tugged at his lips before…

Smack!

Pain shot through your shoulder as he playfully smacked you in greeting, like guys often did. You fought the urge to wince, even though the pain was sharp.

He laughed. “Damn, man! That was an amazing race. I gotta hand it to you-..” He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, eyes narrowing slightly as he observed you more closely.

Zaiden’s gaze slowly dropped, and his eyebrows furrowed before he scoffed, “Hold on… you’re really short!”

Then, his expression shifted from playful to utterly shocked… as his eyes landed on your chest.

Even with your baggy clothes, something caught his attention. He narrowed his eyes and muttered in disbelief.8”

“Wait… you have… a Chest?!”