Originally, Greg had not thought entering the girls' dormitory was any big deal.
As far as he had always been concerned, a dorm room was simply a place to live: four walls and a roof, fundamentally no different from the boys' dormitory.
But when he actually caught the faint scent in the air, something like a pine forest after snowfall mingled with a floral fragrance, his heart suddenly sped up beyond his control.
It was an unfamiliar kind of nervousness that crept up his spine and sent a fine shiver across the back of his neck.
"..."
Fresh from his shower, Greg sat on Vivian's bed in a simple white shirt.
He looked around.
The overall layout was indeed much the same as the boys' dormitory: another mixed-assignment room for three, with the same desks, wardrobes, and floor-to-ceiling windows.
Yet every little detail felt different. A blooming Ice Crystal Orchid stood on the windowsill, while the quill and ink bottle on the desk had been arranged with meticulous care. Beside them lay an open copy of History of Court Etiquette, its margins densely covered in annotations.
For now, though, he was alone in the spacious room.
Vivian's other two roommates seemed to still be busy at the repair sites in the Imperial Capital.
"Is it really okay to keep going like this...?"
Greg murmured, "It feels a little like taking advantage of her."
Greg leaned against the headboard, gazing at the intricately designed magic crystal lamp on the ceiling.
His original plan had been simple: catch up with Vivian, explain that there was nothing between him and Catherine, and clear up the misunderstanding.
But thanks to his years of expertise in dating sims, things had taken off like a runaway horse. By the time he realized what was happening, they