Sera was in the tub. She was standing now. The water ran off her body. Her breasts were bare. Her nipples were stiff. Her stomach was flat—muscled, defined, the belly of a fighter. Her pussy was visible—dark hair, swollen lips, the gap of a recently-fucked cunt. The seed was on her chest. On her breasts. Running down her stomach.
She was looking at him.
Her eyes were wet. Her face was red. Her lip was trembling. The girl who had never been ashamed of anything in her life—who had swung swords and fought boys and walked onto platforms built for men without a flicker of doubt—was standing naked in a bathtub covered in a man's seed, looking at her grandfather with the expression of someone who has been caught doing something they cannot explain.
"Grandfather," she whispered. "I— I can—"
She looked at the seed on her chest. She looked at his wet hand. She looked at the door where Raven had walked through.
She trembled.
