This sudden turn of events caught Greg completely off guard, leaving him at a loss for what to do.
Inside his mind, Nightmare's voice suddenly grew excited:
"Ha! I knew it! Quick, now's your chance! Whisper in her ear: Seraphina is a bitch pretending to have huge tits!"
"Don't forget what I told you earlier. Don't cause trouble right now!" Greg shouted in his mind.
Sylvia's cheeks bore an alluring blush, and her pink eyes shimmered with moisture. Her expression was utterly unlike her usual one, bold and ardent now.
She panted softly, her chest rising and falling with each breath, but the weight pressing down on Greg did not lessen in the slightest.
"S-sorry, Greg..."
Her voice trembled slightly, yet she showed no intention of getting off him:
"But... could you please... stay with me like this for a little while?"
With that, she slowly lowered herself and buried her head against Greg's chest.
Her cheek rested against his chest, the tip of her nose brushing lightly over the texture of his clothes. Then she drew a deep breath, as though she wanted to inhale every trace of his scent and store it in the deepest recesses of her memory.
Her breaths were warm and lingering, seeping through the thin fabric to Greg's skin and sending a faint shiver through him.
During the preparations for the Hundred-Academy Exchange Meeting, Sylvia had barely had a chance to see Greg.
She had her own training to complete and coursework to prepare, while Greg spent all day in the Laboratory, conducting some mysterious research.
That left her with only the occasional update about him from Victoria.
But what truly tormented her was not the loneliness of being unable to see him.
It was the thought that whenever she could not see Greg,