52 Neighbors Turned Housemates (4)

"Hey come on neighbor girl, open up? I'm sorr---"

It had been more than eight hours since the whole ordeal and she wanted nothing to do with him. She already had doll Aziel bound by hands and wrists, teetering on the edge of her dresser as if he were doomed to walk the plank for his crimes.

Rhea briefly opened the door just to hiss at him. She found him standing by the door, his eyes shimmering with an apologetic glint. And yet, Rhea did not feel sorry for the lewd blind man that thought she was some pillow version of herself! The most frustrating thing was that, because of him, she couldn't stop feeling a range of emotions from angry and hot and bothered from his violating touch.

Just as quickly as she opened the door to see him with a peace offering of a plate of food in his hands, she slammed the door shut. Her stomach churned seeing the nicely folded omelet in Aziel's hands.

"...You're being childish."

Aziel was beginning to understand how to hit her anger pressure points. After all, Rhea immediately slammed open the door again. She was incredulous at having this lewd man call her the child.

"Excuse me? Who was the one that snuck into my bed in the middle of the night and was acting like a drunk child?"

She regretted letting anger get the better of her. Judging by Aziel's wide satisfied grin, he seemed please that she was finally looking at him. And yet Rhea felt like withering away. Now that she took the time to take him in, he wore the same disheveled clothes as yesterday. A white shirt that dipped low to reveal a hint of glorious chest muscles. Muscles that were pushed up against her back last night and...

ANYWAY...He was too blindingly shiny and bright at such an ungodly hour where one should be dead in bed.

"Finally. You're looking at me. I want to apologize about last night."

Before she could snatch the plate of food out of his hand and shut the door again, Aziel managed to act quickly and lift the plate of food high. This caused her to stumble a little into his chest.

She squeaked an unladylike sound. "T-The rule!"

Aziel just snorted. "Hello? You're the one falling everywhere and getting close to me."

She tried to escape and go back into hiding. At this rate, she'd rather have a pot fall onto her head than to live with all these stressful and sexual tensions surrounding the area. Their place was basically junkie sex hell. She also couldn't stop letting her mind wander on the twin's version of their red room.

Aziel caught her wrist.

Rhea was so frustrated that she glared at him and roughly bonked her head against his. He let her go and groaned in both frustration and pain.

"Jeez. Are you some kind of savage!"

"I don't appreciate you touching me without consent, both now and last night."

"Ah...Look I'm sorry."

That's it? Sorry? Rhea was still infuriated about last night. She didn't want to forgive him so easily. The food was a nice touch. But she wasn't that easy after something like violating her body without consent in the middle of the night.

"I was drunk. I admit I got a little frustrated and went out for some drinks," Aziel continued while holding her eyes and this made her uncomfortable so she averted her attention. "I didn't mean it...Well actually that's not true, I don't regret touching you but you're actually right...It should have been with your consent. Drunk or not, I want to take full responsibility for my actions."

His tone seemed sincere. A little too sincere.

Rhea looked at him blankly. She wondered if Zeven gave him a script to read or something because this behavior was uncommon in him.

"A-Are you going to follow my rules?"

She pointed for him to stay far away from her.

He couldn't resist rolling his eyes but he took a few steps back just for her sake. "For the love of....Yes whatever you wish for, neighbor majesty. Just come down and join us for breakfast, will you?"

"Why should I do that? Just let me eat in my....!!"

Aziel lifted the plate of food up in the air again as she tried to grab it. She kept lunging for the plate of food. And he kept dodging her as if it were a game. Before Rhea knew it, they were playing a ridiculous game of tag. Somehow, Aziel managed to lead her into the living room. He thought it was funny judging by the amused laughter. But she on the other hand wanted to wring his neck.

Rhea huffed and puffed at him. "...Oh Aziel! You make me so..."

Before she could erupt and have lava overflow from the depths of her mighty being, a hand stroked her head. It felt extremely soothing. Huh? She looked up. Zeven stood behind her and radiated this flowery peaceful aura. Her eyes bulged when she saw that he wore nothing but his boxers and a blue lacy apron. It appeared almost scandalous as his bare skin and left nipple peeked out from within the thin apron.

"Good morning Rhea," his sweet voice cooed, quieting the volcanic rage that had somehow slipped her mind. "I'm glad you're joining us for breakfast. It's a nice change from musk and cologne plaguing this household."

His nice demeanor disappeared as he barked over at Aziel. Rhea flinched a little, wondering where the kind Zeven went off to.

"And you, you little shit. I don't even want to be related to you right now, much less even look at your face. Did you even properly apologize? Our parents did not expect us to become sex deprived maniacs but they sure as hell taught us better than to touch a woman without her consent!"

Aziel winced. "I know...Jeez. Whatever, the both of you can punish, hiss, and degrade me for this all you want. I do deserve it, for once."

Zeven had this evil grin plastered onto his face. "I did have trouble getting your beastly self off of her. You do owe me brother, for protecting your good reputation. Your punishment...is to wash the dishes."

Rhea glanced over to find a tower of dishes stacked over at the sink.

Aziel grumbled something under his breath and walked around to the kitchen. Rhea just stood there awkwardly as Zeven kept running his fingers through her hair. He was just rubbing her head, his aura radiating this gentle flowery demeanor. She felt strange standing there and letting him do as he pleased. But, it felt nice.

"U-Um...You can stop now."

Rhea finally had the sense to step away from him.

"Okay."

Rhea thought she was finally saved. She thought wrong. Zeven leaned in dangerously close with his hands on the dining table. She hadn't even realize that she sunk against the table with her butt leaning against the hard wood. They weren't touching but she could feel his breath tickle her forehead.

This time the smile in his features disappearing all together. For a moment, she swore she saw a dark longing embedded within his reflected view. But it disappeared again with a small smile.

"I'm a little jealous."

She didn't understand him. Instead, she tilted her head. "Jealous? Of what?"

By now, her heart was stammering like wildfire. The next words that came out of Zeven's mouth were almost muffled by the water and clanking dishes.

"I'm obviously jealous that he touch you. Rhea, can I have your permission to touch you right now?"