Chun had a heart of gold with a pure-as-the-newly-driven-snow soul to match. As the embodiment of courage and valiance, the two factors were necessary. He lived a life of humble honor, following his teacher's path for the greater good, even if such a goal was not what he aimed for, which made him a hero of sorts.
But now, he was facing life as the epitome of sin.
Chun has not intended to see what he had seen. In fact, he had come this way just to avoid it. Jade had taken snow by the wrist and dragged her away from camp, ordering Chun to stay put while they bathed in private. Chun surmised by their direction that they would be bathing up river a ways. Jade liked her privacy. So he had definitely been surprised when through the bushes, he'd witnessed what could only be called a "sight for sore eyes."
In the middle of the shallow river, Snow stood alone, cold, and very naked.
Perhaps she had left Jade to bathe in private, Chun guessed numbly, tearing his eyes away quickly. It felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his face, painting his cheeks, nose, and ears a brilliant red. What a scene he had stumbled upon! And right where he himself had planned to bathe. He knew that this part of the river would run cold, and Snow's body was no where near as strong as his. And even if she could withstand the temperature, without her rings or clothes she was completely unarmed against monsters and men alike. As much as he wanted to leave her to her privacy, Chun knew that if he left, it would torture him until he returned anyway, and if something happened to her while he was away...
Immediately, he turned back to watch for any potential danger near his friend.
Snow's pearlescent flesh stretched taut against her body, her unveiled breasts reacting to the cold water in a most enticing manner. Chun's eyes traveled across her prone form against his will. Her brilliant white hair was plastered protectively against her, ending at Snow's waist. She bent over, cupping water into her hands and lifted it over her head. She shivered as the freezing water trickled down her body, her tremors of discomfort sending ones of pleasure through Chun's core.
The sun was setting, Snow's skin was highlighted by a deep orange glow, the lazily running river reflecting shimmering light upon her. Chun knew Snow was beautiful, but moments like these never failed to amaze him. It was a pure, innocent beauty, and the fact that he was leering so intently upon it snapped Chun to his senses. He was behaving like the men that he was trying to protect his precious friend from, and it was despicable. Turning away, Chun also realized that there was most definitely a potential for danger. Snow attracted vile things like moths to a flame. So, torn, he did the only thing a respectable young man could do.
He crawled silently to a nearby tree and sat with his back against it, looking away from Snow, but close enough to hear the splash of water against pale skin as she continued to bathe, ears open for anything that might be a threat.
Chun had tasted sin. He reflected upon it and repented soon thereafter, as good men do.
But in his heart, unfortunately, he knew that he had enjoyed every moment.