A Beacon of Hope in a Castle of Ice.

Temptations and Twin Tails

I let out a soft sigh after shutting the bathroom door, relieved to be out of the sight of Ruby and Weiss. I feel so filthy after what happened a few hours ago. I could smell my arousal still lingering on me after I awoke from my slumber, and am more than grateful for Yang changing my sheets and washing my clothes.

"Wait, she did put me in a different outfit. She better not have . . ."

I quickly take off my uniform shirt and skirt, relieved when I see the same pair of bra and panties I've been wearing since morning. She really didn't go further than I allowed her although I did not plan to be sent over the edge just by her playing with my ears. After that experience I am far more hesitant to take off my bow with Yang nearby, especially after she displayed what she is capable of doing to me.
I strip off my black panties with white lining, and my bra that matches with the same design. My bow is the last to come off – which was put on me by Yang in a rather amateur fashion while I was sleeping. I set the water in the shower to run, reaching in every few seconds to check when it is finally warm enough for me to climb in. The bathroom has crimson red tiles on the floor, matching the red carpet that is outside the room door. The walls are designed with the same sized tiles, but white. Pretty much everything aside from the tiles on the floor are the looks of a standard bathroom. The sink is directly in front of whoever is entering the bathroom with the bathtub to the right, and the toilet to the left. Above the toilet is a window to which we personally added black drapes and a white-colored copy of each of our emblems to be placed on it. It's not a spacey bathroom, but it does the job very well.

After the water is warm enough I turn the center knob to change the water to flow from the shower head, (Out of the three that are there the left being cold, and right being hot) step inside the shower, letting out a happy sigh to the warm liquid bathing my flesh in its embrace. It's a wonderful feeling to have the warm water trickling down my body, and more importantly my recently sticky thighs. I shiver, thinking of Yang's fingers trailing over my ears, her soft lips against mine and embracing me in such a soft hold, yet a hold that I cannot escape from, physically or mentally.

"Just who are you, Yang Xiao Long?"

I wonder in my mind constantly. A woman of many flaws, but even those flaws being perfect in their own right. Yang is perverted, extremely so, but even then she did not take advantage of me after I fell asleep. She changed my clothes appropriately, and made well to hide what happened. She had me beat in our fight a couple of days ago, yet she forfeited just to prove that she was not in it for our bet. She has a heart as kind as her little sister, despite hiding herself behind a tough exterior. It has taken me until now to realize, but Yang Xiao Long represents a kind soul that stepped down an adult path too early in life, much like myself. However, while her path to adulthood was drinking and being active within the bedroom, my path revolved around fighting discrimination and being a part of a globally feared group.

I grab the soap and begin to lather my body while I continue my thoughts, creating a mental T-chart and finding that Yang and I are so different, yet so similar. It scares me to think how much Yang and I would be alike if we grew up without alcohol or the White Fang in our lives. While I am lost within my thoughts I finish lathering up my full form and move back under the water to wash away the lingering stench of my own perversion and lust. I am clean again, physically at least. Mentally all I can think about is Yang. Her smile, her eyes, her concave hips, that confident smirk she bares along with a sway in her hips that entices any she walks by. How soft her bust felt against my back earlier, and the many thoughts I now have of her caressing my entire form.

I give my head a hard shake, and quickly lower the hot water, bathing myself a few seconds in the cold before turning the shower off completely. I need to keep that blonde brawler out of my mind, but after tonight I doubt I will be able to look her way without being flustered. As the water drips off of my form and into the drain, I open the black shower curtains to find the nearby towel rack and reach for my black towel. I make short work of dying myself, working from my upper body down to my legs before stepping out of the shower. The next five minutes are spent giving my hair a short dry, and the following two minutes are spent dressing myself into my freshly washed yukata. Upon opening the bathroom door, I am greeted by the sight of Ruby laying on top of Weiss. The adorable couple are sharing gazes and soft pecks, at least until my entrance back into the bedroom startle them.