Novel & Cerita 女性パワー

Probably just to go head-to-head with me. Empowear was born, grew and established itself as female empowerment. Lingerie that makes a woman feel powerful, sexy, in charge of herself. But ever since Paul arrived with his men’s underwear idea, it felt like his goal was to kill off women’s underwear projects, he was swallowing everything. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said straight out, staring him dead in the eyes.

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

BOOOOOMMM… “My power is increasing rapidly. Is this related to him?” asked a woman dressed in light blue and white in her heart after she felt the extraordinary power within her own body. That figure was Xue Qiuyue, who had withdrawn into herself and was trying to assess how much power she now possessed?

He relaxed back against the chair; maybe she didn't need him. The woman shook her head, "You're telling the people that you believe making immoral lingerie is empowering?" "I don't believe, I know." "Care to explain?" "Of course," eye contact locked with the woman, she began, "A woman has to be confident in her sex life just as much as she is in other aspects of her business, as a First Lady, a CEO, and well, a wife to the sexiest man you ever laid eyes on, I'm the best at juggling priorities, and after a long day of a pretense, everyone wants to sink into something."

Half of them ignore my existence, and another half of them try to bring my confidence down with passive aggressive comments. Women can be such loathsome creatures. But no matter how bitchy they get, I can always get bitchier. I smirk at them whenever I see jealousy tingling in their eyes as they give me side glances. I’m not gonna lie, they boost my confidence even more by letting me know they feel threatened. “You cool if I take the left pole?” Sasha asks me as we head to the stage. She’s about the only one still talking to me. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Yes, I am. I’m not changing my mind, and remember if I win—” “Yes, blah blah blah. I’ll respect you and trust you like a woman, give you all the space you need and that’s all, okay? But make no mistake, I may be flirting around and find you endearing, doesn’t mean I see you as a woman, Averie. I won’t be going easy on you if that’s all you are counting on.”

But as s⁠he stared d‌ow‍n at her h‍ands, s⁠he realized the price of‌ that victory w‍as s‍titched int‍o the very fabric of he‍r identity. ‍"I’m n​ot t‍he‍ same person who walked‌ d‍own that‌ aisl‍e yesterday​, Damie‌n," she whispered, he‍r voic‍e carrying a chilling, hollow resonance. "I used to‌ think power was a‌bout defen‍se. About building walls high enough​, sec‍uring tr⁠usts deeply enou​gh, that no o‌ne could ever reach m‌e or hurt me again. Tonight, I realized that true power‍ is the wil⁠lingness to strike first, t⁠o look at your own bl‌o‌od throu‍gh a crosshair​ and pull the trigge⁠r without blinki​ng."

A third, down below on a service terrace, has stopped dead, a crate in his hand, mouth agape. A slow, victorious smile stretches my lips. The sunscreen is warm beneath my fingers. This is real power. Not money. Not fear. This primal quiver you provoke in men's blood. This ability to paralyze their reason, to ignite a stupid and beautiful flame in their gaze. They are mine, in this instant. Their thoughts, their desires, their cowardly little fantasies. They belong to the woman lying in the sun.