Chapter 7: Policewoman Part 2

Davis smirked mischievously, stood up, and ran past them. "Don't daydream on the road, or you might get hit!" he shouted, continuing to run without caring that the two guys fell.

They were rich brats who often bullied him. Davis felt satisfied to get back at them, even though he knew revenge was a sin.

The two chased after him but couldn't keep up. They weren't great runners—they only jogged in the mornings to flirt with girls.

"Damn it! Just wait until we meet again! I'll break your arms!" shouted one of them, but Davis was already far ahead.

Davis found his car still safely parked. He pressed the key fob, and the car beeped twice.

As he opened the door, someone stopped him.

"Eh..." Davis's voice was cut off.

"Good morning, Sir. Please step out of the car for a moment," said a beautiful policewoman. She had been waiting for the owner of the luxurious vehicle.

"What's the matter, pretty policewoman?" asked Davis, glancing at her uniform to read her name and analyze other details. "Nice size," he thought mischievously.

"Haven't your eyes been taught manners?" she snapped.

"Is it wrong to read the name tag?" Davis pointed at her uniform. "Madina, a beautiful name for a beautiful person," he added.

Madina sighed. "What bad luck today," she thought. "Your car is being ticketed. Please show me your driver's license and registration."

Davis took out his license and registration and handed them over.

"Nice name, but the owner's manners could use some work," she commented. Davis gave a wry smile.

"Don't be too harsh, or your 'red cross' might act up. Look, it's leaking," Davis said, noticing a red stain on the back of Madina's uniform as she turned to write the ticket.

Madina's cheeks turned red with embarrassment. She realized her period had started unexpectedly and heavily. "Why now, while I'm on duty?" she thought, feeling frustrated.

Without another word, she quickly got into Davis's car.

"Hey... Miss Officer, why are you staining my car with red ink?" Davis chuckled.

"If you don't want to be arrested, stop talking and take me home—fast!" she ordered.

"With pleasure, Miss Officer," Davis said, still chuckling.

"Don't mock me...!" she shouted from inside the car, her face flushed with embarrassment.

A few kilometers later, they arrived at the gates of the Citra Garden Complex. Davis drove slowly up to Madina's house.

"Should I come in with you?" Davis teased.

"No need. Wait here. I'll get some water and a cloth to clean this stain," Madina said, rushing to get her keys. But in her hurry, the key snapped. "Such bad luck," she muttered before returning to the car.

"Buy me some sanitary pads and a change of clothes," she ordered coldly.

"Hey... I'm not your servant, Miss Officer."

"Stop complaining and hurry up... please!" she pleaded, her eyes filled with desperation.

Davis sped off to HappyMart.

Feeling embarrassed, he quickly grabbed sanitary pads, women's clothes, water, and a cloth without being picky. He stood in line to pay.

People smiled and whispered as they watched him.

When it was finally his turn, Davis handed over the items and his ATM card. "Stop staring and ring these up," Davis grumbled at the cashier. "They're for my girlfriend waiting in the car," he added, pointing outside.

"Here you go, Sir. Thank you for shopping with us," the cashier said with a sweet smile.

Davis took the bag and nodded before returning to the car and handing the items to Madina.

The car shook—not because of anything inappropriate, but because Madina was changing her clothes. "Thanks for helping me, although these are a bit tight... but it's better than nothing," she said after getting out of the car.

"But you look even more beautiful and sexy in those tight clothes," Davis teased, eyeing her from head to toe.

"Huh..." Madina sighed. "Stop calling me 'Miss Officer.' Just call me Madina."

"Alright. Actually, I can help you with your irregular period issue," Davis offered.

Madina looked at him skeptically. "Are you some kind of specialist?"

"If you don't believe me, I won't lose anything. I'm just trying to help," Davis said as he got back into the car and started the engine. Vroom... Vroom...

"If you want to stay here, I don't mind," Davis teased as he began to drive away, but Madina knocked on the window.

"Hey... don't be rude! You can't leave a pretty woman stranded on the side of the road," she scolded, getting back into the car, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Let's go back to my house," she added softly.

Davis chuckled and leaned in close to Madina, their faces just inches apart. Her heart raced. Davis reached over her, making Madina close her eyes in panic, thinking he would do something inappropriate. Instead, he simply buckled her seatbelt, then returned to his seat and accelerated the car.

"Why did I forget such a basic driving safety measure?" he thought, smirking. Madina was left feeling flustered.

Thirty minutes later...

"Thank you for fixing my house key, Sir. And here's a tip for you," Madina said, handing the locksmith two hundred dollars.

"You're welcome, Miss. Have a good day," the locksmith replied.

"I'll head home now; I feel all sticky and gross," Davis said, ready to leave.

Madina called after him. "Hey, wait... Is it true what you said earlier? You can fix my problem?" she asked shyly.

Davis nodded confidently. "We can discuss it inside if you're okay with it."

After Davis explained his method and Madina agreed, they went to her room. Davis took in the surroundings: pink walls with floral wallpaper, posters of Korean idols, and neatly organized feminine items. His gaze lingered on Madina as she took off her jacket.

Madina sat at the edge of the bed, wrapping herself in a blanket as she took off her top, revealing her smooth, flawless back. She was still wearing the tight shorts Davis had bought.

Davis felt himself getting flustered and had to adjust his posture discreetly as Madina faced away.

"If you just want to stare at my back, you could have just admitted it instead of pretending you can fix my problem," Madina teased impatiently.

"Alright... let's get started. Sorry, but I will need to touch you," Davis warned.

He closed his eyes momentarily, recalling a traditional massage technique for improving blood circulation. He placed his hands on Madina's soft, delicate skin, channeling warm energy from the Dragon Devours the Sun technique. His hands moved gently over her neck, back, and legs, making her moan involuntarily. He avoided her lower body as she had requested.

"Ahh..." Madina moaned when his hand accidentally grazed her behind. "Did you do that on purpose? I told you not to touch... Ahh!" she protested, thinking Davis was trying to take advantage of her.

Davis remained oblivious to Madina's thoughts. He was focused on the massage, feeling warmth and energy flowing into him, making his body feel lighter. "Could it be that this Dragon Devours the Sun technique makes me stronger just by touching a woman?" he wondered, confused.

Madina eventually fell asleep from exhaustion and the relaxing sensation.

After finishing the massage, Davis quietly left the room to calm himself down.