Shasa and the Great Breast Confusion [Part 2]
"Little Junior Sister," she said, kneeling down so she could meet Shasa's eyes at her level, "this is Teacher's senior sister. According to seniority, we still have to call her Guardian Elder."
She paused, considering.
"But calling her Guardian Elder doesn't sound right either—too formal, too distant. So we usually call her Respected Maya."
Shasa nodded slowly, absorbing this information with the seriousness of a scholar studying ancient texts. Her brows drew together in concentration.
Respected Maya. Not a fat person. A respected person. That's important.
Rias continued, her voice carrying a gentle warmth, "Guardian Elder didn't get her chest swollen from being beaten up. She was born with it."
She reached out and gently poked Shasa's nose, her red eyes crinkling with affection.
"You're still too young. You don't understand these things yet. Don't worry—once we go up the mountain, I'll tell you all about this secret."
