Gorgon stood before him, hips tilted, wearing nothing but a moss-green lace bra that hugged her full chest and matching panties stretched low on her sharp hips. Her pale stomach shimmered, beads of sweat glinting.

"Look who decided to show up after five days?" she purred. Her green hair tumbled over her shoulders, strands spilling against her bra, "Huh? Where have you been hiding these five days, Leo? Did you forget about me? Or are you scared of what you can't handle?"

"That's not important," Leo snapped, glaring at her. His cheeks tingled with shock, "Have you lost your mind, woman? Pulling me into the girls' locker room? You want me expelled?"

Gorgon just shrugged, lips curling. She slid closer, "Well, I just got you. No way I'm letting you go now, right?"

Leo gritted his teeth. "You… fuck—" He clenched his jaw, a sigh tumbling out, tired and impatient. He tried to push her away, palms pressed against her warm skin. But she didn't budge.

Not an inch!

"Hmm?" He blinked, startled by her strength.

Gorgon smirked, sensing his surprise. When his hands pressed her shoulder, she shivered, a subtle tremor running along her spine.

"So impatient, are we? But you're the one touching me, aren't you? Tell me, Leo… do you love me?"

Leo blinked, cursing inwardly. 'Fuck… not again,' he thought, but forced his voice steady. "No. I already have girlfriends. I'm not here for this."

Gorgon hummed, nodding, not backing down. She leaned in, so close he could feel her breath, sweet and hot against his ear. Even as his hand pressed her shoulder, she pushed back.... The movement forced his fingers under her bra strap, the delicate lace brushing his knuckles. Neither of them seemed to notice, lost in the tension.

She whispered, voice low and almost pained, "I have girlfriends… I have girlfriends… you always say this, and yet… here you are, touching another girl without a second thought." Her hips pressed against him.

A vein pulsed on Leo's forehead. "I am not touching you… It's you who's pushing me," he snapped. He tried to step away, but she blocked him with a tilt of her body, her thigh hooking around his.

His pulse hammered as he tried to push her off, but—

Slip~

The finger under her bra strap slipped lower before falling away.

Her left breast slipped free, the green lace unable to hide her pink, hardened nipple, exposed to the cool air. Before Leo could fully process the sight, she clapped a hand over herself, her entire face flaming red, lips quivering with embarrassment.

"H-Hah… S-So naughty, are we?"

Leo's breath caught... he'd never seen Gorgon like this. Her bra, now loose, barely clung to her, and her body trembled. He couldn't help but stare.

For the first time, Leo grinned, lips twisting with something predatory. The tables had turned. He stepped forward, close enough to feel the tremor in her chest.

"Oh? Naughty? I wonder about that," he whispered, voice dark. He caught her wrist, gently, guiding it away from her chest as he turned her toward the wall, pressing her there.

Now, she looked so small—like a trembling cat cornered by a wolf.

Her hands fumbled, shaking as she tried to fix her bra strap. Her fingers tangled in the lace, trembling and weak. Her breath came out in hot, shallow gasps. Her face was beet red, eyes wide, body pressed tight to the wall. Her legs wobbled.

She, who'd always been haughty and smug, was finally shy—reduced to whispers and shivers. Leo touched her trembling shoulder, tracing the curve down to her back. His leg moved between hers, thigh brushing her heat, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

"You do whatever you want, whenever you want… Nobody ever stops you, do they?" Leo's voice was low, wicked. He leaned in, lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Acting all mighty… So, where is that fearless girl now?" She tried to move, to escape, but Leo's hand slammed to the wall beside her, pinning her in place, his body pressing against hers.

Gorgon looked back at him, shoulders quaking, "Hah… Ha… looks like someone's trying to be bold," she whispered. Her free hand kept trying to pull the bra strap up, but Leo caught it, pinning it gently between his fingers. He stared at her, every inch of his body pressed close, breathing her in.

"Trying so hard… to not get shy, are we?" he muttered with a wicked tone, fingers teasing the strap of her bra, a slow, amused grin curling across his lips.

His thumb slid over the thin lace, drawing it taut, then letting it snap back against her bare skin with a soft pop.

"To think… You get this shy just from this," he taunted, eyes travelling over her flushed cheeks, her parted lips. "I wonder what more I could see if I tried." His voice dropped to a sly as he leaned closer, his gaze drifting to her mouth.

Her heart beat wildly, chest trembling. As his face closed in, her eyes fluttered shut, her lips puckered and waiting, trembling on the edge of a kiss.

But… nothing happened.

She opened her eyes, confused—only to find Leo staring at her with a deep, shit-eating grin, as he smirked. "I thought you didn't love me… why the sudden kissing expectation? Do you love me now~" he whispered, breath warm on her ear.

Gorgon's face turned crimson, embarrassment and frustration twisting together. She gritted her teeth, scolding herself for falling for such an obvious trick. She hadn't thought her plan would unravel over a single bra strap.

"O-Of course not… It's you who's coming after me," she shot back, trying to regain her dignity, even as her cheeks glowed.

"Oh? Really?" Leo teased, eyebrow raised, not letting her off the hook.

"Y-Yea… even now… Even though you have girlfriends, you're here playing with another girl's bra strap, right?" she accused, but her red face and quivering voice gave away the fluster behind her bold words. A shaky smirk tugged at her lips, desperate to regain control.

Leo blinked—ah, shit!

His hand was still on her. He stepped back quickly, face flushing, trying to hide his own embarrassment. "A-Anyway, let's not talk about this anymore," he said, coughing into his hand, pretending nonchalance.

Gorgon, lips pursed in annoyance, re-adjusted her bra strap with stiff fingers. Her expression was a mix of disappointment and irritation. "Whatever… Here," she muttered, turning away from him.

She strutted to her locker, each step deliberate, the sway of her nearly bare hips a silent taunt. She opened her bag, rifled through it, and pulled out a book—his book—then held it out for him to see.

"I wanted to give it to you," she said quietly, her tone heavy with dejection and self-disgust. She wouldn't meet his eyes. She seemed pissed at herself, as if she'd lost a secret battle.

Leo watched her, a slow laugh rumbling in his chest. For once, he felt like he'd won against her relentless teasing. He took the book, raising an eyebrow in surprise. It was unmistakably his. "Where did you—"

"When that little girl came over… you ran off with your bag wide open and your stuff spilling out," she said, folding her arms beneath her breasts.

Leo's gaze drifted, unable to stop himself. She was still nearly naked—bra, panties, unashamed in front of him. "Are you… like this with everyone?" he asked.

Gorgon arched an eyebrow, amused. "What? Are you jealous I'd show myself to others?" She grinned, spinning slowly, letting him see the full view of her body—shoulders bare, skin shimmering, hips swaying. She even bounced lightly, breasts jiggling, the straps threatening to slip again.

"You're the only one who's special enough to see me like this~"

She leaned forward, sly and bold, face inches from his, green hair spilling down.

Leo stared back, frozen for a moment, eyes locked to hers... struggling to keep them from wandering down!

If he stared, he'd never be able to explain himself. He forced his eyes up, meeting her gaze, "Special? Hmm… Does that mean you love me?" he challenged, refusing to give her the upper hand.

Seeing him resist, Gorgon's smile faded for a second. But she recovered quickly,

"Why are you so hung up on me loving you? It's like you're begging for me to confess or something," she teased, reaching out to pinch his nose.

She smirked, her lips brushing his cheek. "Well, if you try hard enough… who knows. Maybe I'll fall in love with you~"

Leo laughed hollowly, "Haha… Yeah, yeah." He shook his head, unable to hide his confusion. This girl, Gorgon, was impossible to read.

Unlike others, her eyes were completely blank, giving nothing away. He couldn't tell if she was teasing, playing a dangerous game, or honestly craving something more.

Leo gently pushed her face away. It really felt like she was trying to seduce him, drawing him closer with every look, every sly word—but at the same time, something was missing.

She pulled him in only to push him out, dancing along a line he couldn't see.

What's with her?

He wondered, brow furrowing, as he stood up. But no... he wasn't going to fall for her, not like he had with Azrael. Azrael, for whatever reason, drew him in with a pull he couldn't explain.

But this girl?

He felt no longing, no hunger, only a strange tension. He made his choice.

"Whatever it may be… I'm telling you, I'm not interested in you," he said, voice clear and sharp, refusing to look back as he stood up to leave.

Gorgon stared at his back, her blank expression flickering for just a moment with something—hurt, or maybe just surprise. But before either could react further, both of their ears twitched at the same time,

Thud!

The door to the girls' locker room swung open. A group of girls stepped inside, their faces creased with confusion.

"I heard a boy's voice," one girl muttered, frowning as she looked around.

"Oh? Did you? I didn't hear anything," another replied, shrugging as the group filed deeper into the room.

They paused by the showers, voices dropping to whispers.

"Oh, it's that girl who just won the 400-meter dash," one girl said, eyes glinting with curiosity. She leaned close to her friend and whispered, "Maybe her voice just sounds like a man or something?"

"Haha… Come on, Jane, don't be like that," another giggled softly, rolling her eyes. "We need to hurry for the pageant competition. Let's shower quickly and get going."

"Yeah… I feel nasty after running all over the track," another groaned, already stripping her sweaty clothes and grabbing a towel as she made her way to the shower stalls, which were open at the top and bottom... offering little privacy.

The girls looked over at the showering figure and called, "You're really good at running, girl!" Their smiles were genuine, warm, as if the competition was forgotten.

Gorgon, head bowed under the stream, was washing her hair. At the sound of their voices, she glanced over her bare shoulder, green strands clinging to her neck. For a moment, her eyes met theirs before she turned away and lathered shampoo through her hair.

Veins bulged on one girl's forehead. "This bitch," she hissed under her breath, but her friend caught her arm, tugging her away toward another shower with a warning look.

The showers hissed on, filling the air with steam and the sound of water hitting tile.

Girls laughed and chattered, voices echoing off the walls. Some showered quickly, others lingered, lost in their own thoughts.

Meanwhile, Leo, hidden in Gorgon's shower stall. Pale as a ghost, heart thundering in his chest.

Now… his life was so fucked up.

He dared a glance at Gorgon. Almost naked, only her bra and panties clinging to them... barely hiding what mattered, and the rest, drenched in sweet, hot water.

Worse, the water made the thin fabric cling to every curve, outlining bodies in ways his imagination could barely handle.

He gulped, equal parts horror and disbelief, trapped in a waking nightmare.

Why him?

Why now?

Was this a curse?

Gorgon blushed deeply, knowing he was trapped behind her, unable to escape, her own body burning with a mix of shame and excitement.

Was he cursed?

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