When he blinked his eyes rapidly, the blurry world became clearer.

The first thing he saw when his eyes came to focus were… breasts. Two fully-naked mounds— right in front of his eyes.

As for his nose….

Subconsciously smelling the scent of skin, Seol Jihu slowly and sluggishly moved his gaze upwards. And soon, Phi Sora entered his view, her face clearly wrangled with drowsiness and irritation.

“…There’s something I’m reaaaally dying to know.”

Perhaps because she was still drunk on sleep, Phi Sora spoke with a hoarse voice.

“You look like you’re shocked out of your mind, so why the hell do you keep smelling me for?”

It was then that Seol Jihu realized that he was taking deeper breaths than necessary. The thought, ‘Because I like the smell of roses’, crossed his mind for a second.

“Uwaaaaah!”

Seol Jihu screamed and shot up so hard that he fell backwards.

“Hah!”

Phi Sora clicked her tongue as she watched Seol Jihu flail his arms and slip away from the bed.

Thud. When the back of his head hit the floor, he snapped out of his daze. He shot up in a flustered state and reflexively touched his body.

“….”

Why was he in his underwear?

His pupils began to tremble. Seol Jihu placed his hand on his chest and took a deep breath.

Calm down. Calm down.

After inwardly muttering to himself several times, he spoke up.

“Explain.”

He sounded as though he’d been wronged.

Phi Sora, who was stretching her left arm and covering her yawning mouth with her right hand,...