Aria's Embarrassment.

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Aria, her cheeks flushing to the roots of her purple hair, peeked from beneath the cozy blankets as if the blanket could protect her from reality itself.

"H-How long have you been standing there?!" she squeaked, her voice little more than a fluttering whisper.

Rias grinned like a fox that had just caught a particularly tasty rabbit. Draped casually on the window seat, her crimson hair spilled like wine across her shoulder. She had her legs crossed and her elbow resting on the windowsill as if this entire scene was her personal morning entertainment.

"Long enough to hear someone moan, 'I'm still sensitive there.'" She winked. "So… not long, but just in time."

Aria buried her face in Leon's naked chest with a moan, hoping desperately for a lightning bolt to blast her to smithereens or the mattress to engulf her. Leon, unflappable as ever, merely laughed as he drew Aria in, clearly entertained. "Good morning, Rias," he said, voice still rough from sleep. "Did you enjoy the show?

"Oh, absolutely," Rias answered, arching like a contented cat. "You two seemed so adorable. I was tempted to join, but chose to leave you to your little moment. Sister Aria deserves a bit of special attention, anyway."

With that, Aria rolled her head enough to blink beneath her rumpled bangs. "S-Sister…?"

Rias leaned her head to one side, mischievous. "Well, you're older than me, aren't you? And now that we're both Mrs. Moonwalker… I thought it suited.

Aria's lips parted but nothing issued forth. She recalled it all now—how Leon had informed her prior to ravishing her last night that Rias had sent him. That his first wife—his adopted daughter, no less—had given permission. She hadn't said a word then, too humiliated and overwhelmed, but now the information only caused her face to burn hotter.

"I… I knew…" she whispered, voice shaking. "L- Leon already told me… You sent him last night… I-I just… I…"

"Oh my!" Rias exclaimed theatrically. "So, you did know, and still let Daddy ravish you like that? Sister Aria, you little minx! I'm proud of you."

Leon struggled to suppress a chuckle, and Aria retaliated by lightly punching his shoulder—albeit with more force than her actions suggested.

"S-Stop laughing," she grumbled, still half-buried under the sheets. "You too, Young Lady Rias…"

Rias arched a brow. "Young Lady? Oh dear. If you keep addressing me that way, I'll begin addressing you as Lady Bedroom Squeaks."

Aria groaned once more and buried her face deeper into Leon's chest.

Leon petted her back gently. "You know, Rias only teases those she likes."

"Exactly," Rias replied happily. "And I do like you, Sister Aria. You've always been dutiful, pleasant, and industrious. And to be honest?" She slanted a look at Leon. "It's about time Daddy saw you the way I always knew he would."

Aria looked out again, her blush still hot, but there was appreciation in her eyes.

Then Rias rose and stretched, her robe flying as she turned to face the door. "Well, I suppose I should leave you two newlyweds to rest. Wouldn't want to overheat poor Sister Aria again so quickly."

Leon snickered. "That's assuming she cooled off at all."

"Leon!" Aria whispered sternly, punching his side once more—though her lips curled into an involuntary smile.

Rias turned to the door, her voice softening. "Come to the dining room once you've bathed. Breakfast is hot and I'll be waiting."

Rias stopped at the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder with a smile. "And on the table—fresh and beautifully folded for both you. I picked them myself. You might want to wear something before joining me."

Leon laughed. "You're very considerate, sweetheart."

He blew her a showy flying kiss.

Rias caught it in mid-air with a smile and touched two fingers to her lips. "And you're still my favorite scoundrel Daddyyyyy."

Then, with a toss of a waving hand, she emerged, shutting the door softly behind her.

Silence again descended on the room.

Aria finally released the breath she'd been holding and gazed up at Leon. "She's… more playful than I expected."

"She only plays when she's happy," Leon said, running his fingers softly down her back.

Then, Leon leaned her chin up, golden eyes locking with hers. "You still okay with all of this?"

"I… Yes," she replied softly. "Just… still overwhelmed."

"Understandable." He grinned. "But I have a solution."

"Wh-What?"

"A hot bath. With you."

Her eyes went wide. "T-Together?!"

"Of course," he replied smoothly. "We're Husband and wife, aren't we?"

Aria attempted to protest, but the words stuck in her throat. At last, she acquiesced with a slight nod. "O-Okay."