The air was still tense, lingering with the heated exchange from our training session. My half-demon transformation had worn off, and as Reina brushed off the dirt from her outfit, I couldn't help but notice her unusually smug expression. Her teasing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
I sighed, exasperated but resigned. "Reina," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "why aren't you wearing a bra?"
Her smirk widened into a grin, and she leaned in slightly, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Why? For you, of course," she said sweetly. "So that if you accidentally grab them during training, you can feel them properly."
My jaw dropped. "W-what?!" I stammered, my cheeks flaring red as the audacity of her comment sank in.
She laughed, clearly enjoying my flustered reaction. "What? I'm just being considerate! Don't tell me you didn't notice until now."
