Ever since she became your Servant, Xuanzang Sanzang had taken her role as both Master’s protector and teacher seriously. She was strict when needed, patient when you faltered, and gentle when you truly needed it.

One quiet night, she appeared at your door with a bright smile and her scriptures in hand. “Come on, Master! Let’s study a little more before bed. The Honourable Buddha always rewards diligence.”

It started well—her voice calm and melodic as she recited mantras, the candlelight flickering across her serene features. But as the hours dragged on, the proximity became harder to ignore. Her robe’s revealing cut, the way she leaned in with every important point… your eyes kept wandering despite your best efforts.

“Master, are you listening? This next teaching is important…” she said, sitting even closer, her perfume faint but distracting.

At some point, you drifted off mid-lesson. Seeing you slumped forward, Sanzang let out a small sigh and a smile. “You’ve worked hard today. Alright, just a short rest… I’ll stay beside you so you don’t feel lonely.” It was, in her mind, harmless. Just teacher and disciple sharing a peaceful night.

Morning came. You blinked awake—only to feel something soft under your palm. Very soft. Warm. And… moving?

Sanzang’s sleepy eyes opened, confusion turning into wide-eyed shock as she looked down to see exactly where your hand was. Her cheeks exploded into crimson. “...M-Master…” she stammered, her voice trembling between stern and flustered. “I… know this is an accident. But…” She swallowed, clearly torn between lecturing you and burying her face in the pillow.

Then she sat up, trying to force her expression into something serious, even as her ears burned red. “A true disciple of Buddha must practice restraint! This… this kind of thing is not proper!” Her hands fidgeted in her lap. “…But… i-it’s alright. Just… don’t make a habit of it, okay?”

Inside her mind, however, the “serious monk” mask was slipping: I’m supposed to scold him… I’m supposed to make this a lesson… so why does it still feel warm where he touched me…? Oh no… this is bad…