The crowd erupted into cheers, fans shouting for their idols in hopes of catching their attention with a wave or a nce.
This was a pivotal moment, not just for the racers but also for their public image. The good-looking drivers garnered extra attention, with cameras lingering on their faces a little longer than the others.
While some might call it unfair, it was simply the nature of the sport’s media spectacle—an unspoken rule that everyone had grown ustomed to over time.
Hera didn’t rush to step out and bask in the public’s gaze. Instead, she took her time, picking up the helmet Danny handed her before walking over to Leo, Dave, Xavier, and Luke.
Each one enveloped her in a firm bear hug—not just to encourage her, but to silently convey their hopes for her safety.
"Sweetheart, be safe okay? If someone tries to bully you, just ram their car and let them crash on their own." Dave said, his tone half-joking but protective. He held her tightly, almost as though he wished to merge her into himself, before reluctantly stepping back to let the others have their turn.
"Dave’s right," Xavier chimed in when his turn came. "If anything like what happened at the national race happens again, don’t think twice—just crash their car first." His deadpan delivery, paired with his earnest expression, sent Hera’s live stream viewers into fits ofughter.
The lighthearted exchange not only lifted Hera’s spirits but also reminded everyone watching why she had such loyal support—not just from her team but from her audience as well.
...
[XavierisLove: OMG, I was in stitches! Who knew Xavier could crack me up with that dead-serious face? And Young Minister Dave suggesting <i>that</i>? Suddenly, he doesn’t seem so intimidating anymore.]
[XOXO: LOL, ? (′?｀)?a?a?a]
[XOXO: Best advice of the year, hands down. I’m in tearsughing over here!]
[Passerby01: Imagine the chaos if the other racers heard this. These people are something else, hahaha.]
...
"Be careful out there," Luke said softly, his tone gentle, but the intensity in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. It was as if he was silently warning that anyone who dared to harm her would face a wrath so fierce it would bring hell down upon them.
And finally, it was Leo’s turn. He looked deeply into her eyes, a reassuring warmth in his gaze, before leaning in to ce a soft peck on her cheek.
Pulling her into a gentle hug, his lips brushed close to her ear as he whispered, "Wifey, go out there and show the world what you’ve got. Don’t hold back."
His words carried a weight of confidence and encouragement, but to the three men eavesdropping nearby, it sounded almost like a mother hen nudging her fledgling out of the nest.
They exchanged raised eyebrows, amused by how Leo’s advice seemed less about restraint and more about urging Hera to dominate the race.
His words felt like a call for her to stop hiding her strength, to soar above thepetition, andmand respect—like a true queen unveiling her might to make others submit.
Hearing Leo’s words, a mischievous smile slowly tugged at Hera’s lips. It was as if a spark of daring had been ignited within her, lifting her inhibitions entirely.
A glint of determination shone in her eyes as she leaned in to nt a quick kiss on Leo’s cheek.
The other three men, who had been watching closely, froze in stunned silence before their eyes widened.
As if on cue, they exchanged knowing nces and sidled up to Hera, each turning their cheek toward her with exaggerated innocence.
Hera sighed, shaking her head with a yful, defeated smile. Giving in, she leaned in to give each of them a light peck on the cheek, their grins growing wider with every kiss.
Then, with her confidence radiating, Hera turned and strode out of the garage, ready to face the race.
The viewers on Hera’s live stream erupted with excitement, theirments brimming with awe and affection.
Strangely, no one questioned the dynamic between Hera and the four men—whether she was dating them all or how their rtionships worked.
Instead, they were mesmerized by the maic chemistry they shared and their strikingly good looks.
Perhaps it was because of the world they lived in—a reverse harem novel that turned into reality—where such scenarios felt not only normal but celebrated. Whatever the case, all anyone could think about was how natural and captivating they looked together.
Stepping out of the garage and into the open, Hera was greeted by a sudden, startling shift in the atmosphere. The crowd, which had been roaring with cheers just moments before, fell into a stunned silence.
It wasn’t unusual to see female racers—though they were few in number, they were known for their grit and determination, never backing down from a challenge.
Yet, when Hera appeared, she seemed to defy every expectation. Her wless proportions and striking beauty, entuated by her sleek racing suit, left the audience questioning her purpose on the track.
Was she truly here topete, or was she the face of a sponsor, a marketing strategy in motion? After all, with her looks and charisma, she could easily rake in millions as a brand ambassador without ever needing to win a race.
For some, her mere presence on the track seemed like an aplishment in itself, a statement that shattered conventions and blurred boundaries.
Yet, the sharp determination in her eyes and the calm confidence in her stride sent a clear message: Hera wasn’t here to be underestimated. She was here to race, and she was ready to prove that beauty and skill could go hand in hand.