Kyouka forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to pull her composure back together.
This wasn't the first time she'd seen a man's naked body. Not by a long shot.
During her years on the battlefield, she'd witnessed countless men stripping down without shame, training under the blistering heat of hell with their bare skin glistening in sweat, muscles flexing as they moved. She'd seen all kinds—scars running across hardened bodies, flesh built from years of discipline. And yes… she'd noticed that many of them carried something far more pronounced between their legs.
And yet…
None of that had ever made her flinch. Not once. Not a single heartbeat quickened, not a single breath caught in her throat. She could look those men straight in the eye and never feel the slightest bit of embarrassment.
But somehow… Kouhei was different.
Her stomach twisted in a way she hated to admit. Her pulse drummed against her ears. And damn it all—her knees actually felt weak.
