At some point, the pink-haired girl had moved so close that she was right beside him.
The sunset gilded her delicate profile with warm light, and her long lashes cast fan-shaped shadows beneath her eyes.
She tilted her head up slightly, her pink eyes fixed unblinkingly on him, shimmering with an unreadable mix of emotions.
"W-what is it?" Greg asked.
An alluring blush colored Sylvia's cheeks, spreading all the way to her dainty earlobes.
She seemed a little nervous. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around Greg's wrist, her palm soft and warm against his skin.
"Um, well... Senior Greg..."
Sylvia's voice was softer than usual, with an almost imperceptible tremor, yet her tone was unusually firm.
"What happened... what happened last time... I still haven't found a chance to properly thank you..."
As she spoke, instead of releasing Greg's wrist, she slid her hand a little farther up his forearm. Then, before Greg could react-
Sylvia pressed both her hands, along with the left hand she was holding, firmly against an area of unbelievable softness.
The back of Greg's left hand, and even half his palm, instantly sank into warm, yielding flesh.
Even through her thin Academy uniform, he could clearly feel that exquisite shape, along with the slightly faster-than-normal heartbeat beneath it.
Thump, thump, thump...
It seemed to beat directly against the back of his hand, leaving his mind utterly blank.
Holy-fucking-shit!!!
What the hell?!!
Greg froze as though struck by an invisible bolt of lightning. His pupils contracted sharply, his head rang, and all thought ground to a halt.
S-Sylvia?! What is she doing?!
Th-this feeling... this size... this is just...!
Wait! No! That's not the point!
*The point is, how could the pure, kind, slightly ditzy but absolutely modest and proper poster girl from the original do something...