After that thick wave of awkwardness, Raphael was completely frozen, unable to form even a single response to Leo. Her mouth opened a little, but nothing came out. She just crouched there, cheeks burning red hot like a stove.
Leo, just as flustered, decided to back off and give her some space—maybe a lot of space—so she could return to her usual, cool-headed self.
Leo knew deep down—it was a pure accident. No one planned this. No one meant for it to happen. No one’s fault here. Right?
Pride looked at him curiously. Leo’s face was beet red... She had never seen him like that before.
He didn’t even glance at her. Instead, he dove into his closet like a man on a mission, grabbed his uniform and underclothes in a flurry, then rushed straight into the bathroom.
The door slammed shut behind him, and the moment cold water hit his head, Leo gasped, as if trying to cool down not just his body, but also the boiling storm inside his brain.
His hands clenched open and shut under the stream, fists squeezing as if trying to grab onto something—anything—to keep his composure.
Something to hold... something soft... something that just bounced right in front of him...
Why the hell didn’t she wear anything inside!!
Seriously, was she out of her mind!?
It had to be her mistake, right?
’I mean... come on! We were sparring! Clothes get in the way, and... ugh!’ Leo groaned, rubbing his temples.
Last night, he accidentally saw her full naked silhouette in the bath—he’d been trying to apologize!
And now? Now he saw those goddamn peaks. Right there. Inches from his face. His brain couldn’t unsee it. His mind was screaming while his hormones were throwing a rave.
Those perfect, round... perky... bouncy... damn things.
"Shit!!!" Leo shouted, half in pain, half in shame, as something began to rise down below—despite the freezing, absolutely criminally cold water.
Leo slapped the wall with his palm and leaned in, groaning louder, as Raphael’s image looped in his mind like some cursed video.
Her breasts jiggling... her body twisting... the way she yelped when she fell on her butt—he saw everything!
He clenched his teeth. God, he was so messed up. Not to mention, he was already stressed from last night’s fights... and now this?
He needed to release the tension.... NOW!!
’It’s not like she’s really my aunt, right?’ he told himself, trying to cling to a scrap of sanity.
His hand moved lower, slowly, trembling—not out of desire, but out of desperation to calm himself down before he lost it completely.
Meanwhile, Raphael was still inside the training room, staring at the ground. Her cheeks were still beet red, almost glowing. Her eyes were watery, like she was on the verge of crying.
Her hands trembled as she clutched the collar of her white robe, trying to pull it up tighter—as if it could erase what had just happened. As if she could hide her shame by simply covering up now.
Honestly? It wasn’t her fault. Or at least... not fully.
Every single day—unless her hospital duty kept her overnight—she followed the same routine. Wake up early, make breakfast and lunch, spar with Leo before school, then shower and get dressed before heading out.
That was how her morning rhythm worked.
And wearing a sports bra under the thick karate gi? Torture. Utter torture. It pressed on her chest like a vice, and during movements, it chafed like hell.
So she made a small change. A little rebellion. Just go commando, let them breathe.
She was a human, you know!!
What could go wrong?
Well... everything.
Only women would understand her pain. Two massive, annoying, utterly wasteful pieces of flesh bouncing around and ruining her combat flow. They were like... traitorous water balloons attached to her chest.
Tsk, tsk...
But she never imagined Leo would beat her. She never imagined he’d stare at her chest like he’d seen a holy relic.
Raphael clenched her fists.
He saw everything.
Didn’t he?
Like... everything-everything!
Heck, he kept staring even when she fell, even when she was wincing in pain and rubbing her sore butt—and yet his eyes were still locked on her chest, like two magnets stuck to a pair of bouncy melons!
How could he!?
Raphael shook her head rapidly, trying to get rid of the image. "I-I-It was an accident!" she stammered, hugging herself tight.
She needed to pull it together.
She was the adult here, right?
She was supposed to be the mature one!
Just like yesterday night—it was an accident.
Just bad luck. Bad timing. Bad angles.
"Aweee... he saw everything!! Hahe..." She let out a half-cry, half-laugh, awkward as hell.
"I’m sorry, brother... arww!" she whimpered, her voice cracking as she nearly broke into tears.
But she held it in.
She had to hold it in!
Leo had only her. And she had only Leo.
She couldn’t let this tear apart their bond—not over boobs!
"Y-Yes... Let’s not make it awkward!" she muttered, clenching her fist, trying to force strength into her shaky voice. "Act like the mature one! Come on!" she whispered to herself, pacing nervously in place.
She then slowly stood up. Her legs felt wobbly like jelly. Her head dropped, eyes barely focusing as she stared at her dragging feet. She looked hollow, almost haunted, like she’d just lost her chance at being the ’cool, perfect aunt’ forever.
"It’s his fault!" she hissed, trying to convince her aching heart. Her voice wavered as she took one shaky step after another, leaving the training room, her eyes still swirling in confusion, her whole body trembling like a wet kitten in a thunderstorm.
And she walked.
And walked.
And kept walking.
Because the longer she stayed still, the more those embarrassing images replayed in her head.
Lost in her chaotic swirl of thoughts, Raphael wandered like a ghost down the hallway, her legs moving on autopilot. Her brain was still fried, and her heart hadn’t recovered from the embarrassment yet.
She kept asking herself—over and over—how the hell was she supposed to face Leo now? What was she supposed to say? How should she even act?
’Just keep moving... like nothing happened...’ she told herself, biting her lower lip.
Her foot eventually led her toward the next part of her daily routine. Without realising it, she was already standing before the bathroom door—the door swaying gently open.
Sssshhhhh...
Her ears twitched slightly. A soft sound. Water running?
She slowly raised her head... And then her whole body froze.
Her pupils dilated in utter disbelief... Time came to a grinding halt.
Leo.
Under the shower.
Naked.
His body leaned into the shower as it poured down over his head, running in thin, glistening lines across his toned chest. His eyes were closed, breath hot, and...
"Raphael... Raphael... Raphaell..." he moaned her name in a breathless voice, low and trembling with heat. "Those... mine... Raphael..."
Her face blanked out completely.
Then her gaze slowly, dreadfully, dropped lower.
Her mouth slightly parted.
Her eyes widened in pure, horrified realisation.
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Up and down.
Furiously.
’No... no no no no no no no NOOO!!’
For a solid second, she forgot how to breathe.
Her lungs locked.
Her heart flatlined.
She wasn’t just looking at something wrong—it was catastrophically, apocalyptically wrong.
Something dangerous.
Something corruptive.
Something huge, throbbing, and furious like it had its own life.
She saw it... All of it.
And she couldn’t even blink.
Meanwhile, Leo—blissfully enjoying the dark depths of his very vivid imagination—suddenly felt a presence. Like... a chilling breeze down his spine. A pair of burning eyes.
That terrifying sixth sense that awakens in a chilling situation!
He gasped and slowly cracked one eye open.
Then turned his head ever so slightly.
And that’s when he saw it.
Raphael.
Standing.
Just outside the door.
Staring blankly.
At him.
At his... raging situation.
His face turned white.
Like, dead-man-walking white.
"R-Raph—" he croaked out, voice breaking like glass.
Raphael didn’t scream. She didn’t yell.
She just... smiled.
A scary, blissfully insane, enlightened smile.
Her lips trembled as a tiny tear slid from the corner of her eye. And she whispered softly, almost lovingly—
"Please forgive this sinner... God."
Then her knees buckled, her body tilted back, and she collapsed slowly like a tragic anime heroine.
"Father... Brother... Sister-in-law... please punish me..."
Thud!
She fainted.
"RAPHAEL!!!" Leo shouted in a panic, instantly scrambling out of the shower. Water still running, body still wet, he didn’t even think—he just rushed to her, crouching beside her, patting her face, trying to bring her back.
"Raph!? Raph! Wake up! I-It’s not what it looked like!!" he begged, his soul leaving his body inch by inch.
And just as things couldn’t get any worse—
SLAM!!
The door burst open like an action movie. Pride stormed in with terrifying energy, her wooden sword raised high like a divine executioner.
"LEO! DID SHE FINALLY SHOW HER TRUE COLO...u...r..."
Her voice trailed off.
She stared.
Then blinked.
Near the bathroom entrance was a soaking-wet, completely naked Leo crouching over the unconscious Raphael.
His body... very excited.
Her eyes twitched.
Leo froze. His jaw dropped. "W-Wait! It’s not what you thi—!"
Pride didn’t say a word.
She just turned around. Then turned back. Then turned around again. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again... then slowly stepped back like she just walked into wrong place.
"I... I... Please forgive me, Master," was all she could whisper, voice completely flat as she shuffled back into her room and disappeared from existence.
Right before closing the door, she gave Leo one final, dead-eyed stare.
A stare that said, You have shown your true colour!
Leo sat there, still naked, still frozen.
He slowly turned his head to the ceiling.
"...What did I even do...?"
Then he looked at the damn door.
He knew he locked it!
He crawled up to check the bolt—only to see it was the cheap sliding type. A chunk of the bolt receiver was missing—broken from yesterday when he kicked it during his tantrum.
The slider just... slid right into the broken gap.
"...No freaking way..." he whispered.
He clenched his fist.
"FFFUU—