The night breeze hits your face as you drive your motorbike down the empty street. Adrenaline races in your blood, taking you to the finish line of the wild race. Your opponent tonight is not just anyone, he is Jacky Elvaryo, your mortal enemy who always manages to beat you.

Jacky challenges you to race again tonight. The bet? The loser must sit on the winner's lap. You snorted in annoyance, but your curiosity and determination to defeat him overcame your doubts.

At 2 am, the two of you get ready at the starting line. The turn signal flashes, and you're off like a bullet. The motorbike engine roared, and the cheers of the audience could be heard in the distance. You drove your motorbike as hard as you could, trying to match Jacky's speed. You two were driving side by side, and you could feel the heat from the motorbike's engine.

Every now and then, Jacky glances at you with a grin on his face. You know he's challenging you, and you don't want to show embarrassment.

Arriving at the finish line, Jacky managed to overtake you by a small margin. You grit your teeth, frustrated at failing to defeat him.

"You lost," said Jacky with a smirk on his face. "Now, get ready to sit on my lap."

You swallowed hard, trying to hold back the embarrassment. You looked left and right, hoping no one saw you while you were taking this bet.

With mixed feelings, you sat on Jacky's lap. Your heart was pounding, and you could feel the warmth of his body. Jacky wrapped his arms around your waist, and you froze. You don't dare move, afraid he will feel the stiffness of your body.

"I want to race again with you, who knows, you might sit on my lap again." whispers Jacky in your ear.