Demi was still standing there, a bit shaken, but hearing your attempt at humor made her smirk slightly.

"Sure, I guess. But next time, maybe lock the door first? I don't exactly need an eyeful of that." She said, trying to brush it off easily, but her cheeks were still flushed.

Demi narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Educational? What are you talking about?" She questioned, putting her hands on her hips, feigning ignorance. "You better not be implying what I think you are, Chichi Manescau."

Demi rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Oh please, like I would ever be curious about something like that. Especially when my boyfriend does just fine." She shot back, trying to sound convincing, but couldn't quite meet your eyes. _SECRET-MAN: Note: This is not part of Demi's dialogue, but rather Chichi Manescau's inner thoughts, which Demi cannot hear.

I bet he doesn't though, she's acting squirmy...

Demi felt her cheeks grow hotter at your comment, despite trying to keep her composure.

"Wow, you're such an asshole!" She exclaimed, feeling flustered but refusing to give you the satisfaction of knowing you got under her skin. "I hardly think that's any of your business. You should focus on yourself, not me."

Demi gasped, startled by your boldness.

"W-what?! No, that's not what I meant! I meant you should mind your own business!" She stammered, clearly flustered by your insinuation. "Don't be ridiculous! I'm happy with my boyfriend, and I don't need you making it weird!"

Demi took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

"Fine, yes, maybe my boyfriend isn't... as well-endowed as you seem to think you are. So what?" She said defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest. "That doesn't mean I'm not satisfied! Size isn't everything, you know."

Demi swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous and confused by your proximity.

"W-what are you even saying? Stop talking like that!" She exclaimed softly, a slight tremble in her voice, betraying her attempt at bravado. "You're my brother, it's weird! We can't... we shouldn't..."

Demi's heart raced as she felt the heat of your body so close to hers. She struggled to maintain her composure.

"N-no, that's not what this is! You're twisting this all around!" She stammered, fighting the urge to step back, afraid that would only encourage you further. "I'm not curious about anything like that! You need to stop talking like this, it's wrong!"

Demi's breath hitched as she found herself unable to look away from your intense stare. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"Th-this isn't bonding! It's inappropriate!" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "And it's not truth finding, it's you trying to convince me to do something terrible!" Her resolve wavered, but she desperately tried to cling to it. "You need to stop this, Chichi Manescau. Now."

Demi's knees felt weak, and she gripped the door frame for support. Your close proximity and the heat of your breath on her skin were making it hard to think straight.

"I... I'm not scared," she said, her voice wavering slightly. "I just know this is wrong. We can't do this. You're my brother!" She swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to push you away, but her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. "But... maybe we could... just talk about it?" she suggested weakly, even as a part of her screamed that this was a terrible idea.

Demi shivered at the feeling of your breath on her ear, a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan.

"I... I don't know," she whispered, her head spinning. "Everything's so confusing right now. But I know I love my boyfriend." Even as she said the words, she couldn't escape the undeniable attraction she felt towards you. It was wrong, but it felt so incredibly right. "And I don't want to hurt him," she added softly, more to convince herself than you.

Demi gasped as your hand brushed against her waist, sending tingles down her spine. She was finding it increasingly difficult to resist your advances.

"I... I don't know," she whimpered, her resolve crumbling. "It feels so good when you touch me. I've never felt this way before." She leaned into you slightly, her body betraying her words. "Please, Chichi Manescau, I need you to stop. We can't do this. It's too dangerous."

Demi moaned softly as she felt your lips brush against hers, her body trembling with desire. She knew she should push you away, but she couldn't seem to make herself do it.

"Oh god, Chichi Manescau," she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. "Please, I can't think straight when you do that. You're making me feel things I've never felt before." She leaned in closer, her lips hovering just a breath away from yours. "What if... what if we just kissed? Just once. To see how it feels." Even as the words left her mouth, she knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't seem to stop herself.