Greg dried his hair with a towel, then glanced in the mirror.
"Looks like I've got slight dark circles. I really did overdo it yesterday."
Last night, he and Vivian had gotten a little carried away in that basement.
By the time they finished, it was late into the night, and their bodies were so sore and weak that they hadn't wanted to move a finger, let alone take a bath.
So they had fallen fast asleep in each other's arms, only groggily waking up that morning.
It was already rather late when they woke, so Greg had suggested that they simply use the bathroom together to save some time.
But the moment Vivian heard that, her cheeks, already a little flushed from sleep, turned scarlet. She clutched the blanket tightly and shook her head like a rattle, refusing no matter what he said.
Seeing how bashful she looked, Greg had felt both amused and helpless.
Still, he understood.
After all, Vivian's usual image in the Student Council was cold and dignified, stern and unsmiling-the untouchable ice queen of a president in everyone's eyes.
Yet when the two of them were alone, she was completely different: passive and shy, yet intent on wringing him dry.
That stark contrast made it hard for him to hold back, so if they really did bathe together, he couldn't guarantee that he would keep himself under control.
"Ah, I guess I'll have to show a little more restraint next time..." Greg sighed at his reflection, muttering to himself.
Then he draped the towel over the rack, straightened his clothes, and checked that nothing was out of place before opening the bathroom door and stepping out.
He had assumed everyone would already be there, waiting for him alone.
But when he entered the living room,