Startled, I whipped my head around—only for the pen tip to bump straight into something soft yet overwhelmingly prominent.

"Ow…" My cute little nose stung slightly.

I tried to see who it was and what happened, but when I opened my eyes, my whole vision was filled with the weave of high-end fabric.

What was blocking my view?

"Ara~" A flirtatious female voice drifted down from above. "Xiaoxi, such an intimate new reaction? How delightful… and thrilling."

Intimate? I froze for a moment, slowly processing. Could it be—

I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid a head rush, leaned back just enough to escape that soft obstruction, then opened my eyes.

An absurdly perfect figure loomed over me. Leaning down, she revealed a breathtaking glimpse of snowy cleavage. I desperately tried to look away—but caught a hint of purple lace pattern nestled within.

Purple? Instantly, I recalled the lingerie on the bed to the right—the very thing that snagged my attention the moment I walked in, thanks to its jaw-dropping size.

The memory slipped out before I could stop it: "G…"

"G?"

The girl before me was my age, yet our auras couldn’t be more different. If Su Xiaoxi embodied youthful innocence, she was the epitome of maturity. Of course, "mature" usually implied something… sexy (meow).

It wasn’t just her figure. Her shirt, though less loose than my off-shoulder tee, had the top three buttons undone—the legendary *most seductive* style. Leaning this close, I could vaguely make out her lingerie and catch a whisper of alluring fragrance.

Her face wore the lightest makeup, flawless beneath. Subtle lip gloss made her lips glisten, plump and tempting. Golden, voluminous waves spilled lazily over her shoulders, radiating quiet dominance.

Even her lashes were meticulously brushed into neat fans. Yet her gaze held unmistakable aggression.

S-so this was the *onee-san* aura?!

Embarrassing as it was to admit: buried in part-time jobs through college and fresh into my career, I’d barely interacted with girls—let alone someone this stunningly mature.

I’d met a few Su Xiaoxi-types while tutoring middle schoolers… ahem. None matched her, but cute girls all have their own charm, right?

When it came to "cute," like literature, there’s no clear ranking. But the… *ahem*, "mature" type? Standards for looks, figure, and presence are crystal clear. Two categories summed up neatly: *In literature, no definitive first; in martial arts, no ambiguous second.*

And this girl? Flawless score. To someone inexperienced like me… she was simply *the* one.

But my mood wasn’t pleasant—just pure tension. *Su Xiaoxi, please don’t tell me you actually chatted a lot with your roommates…*

I’d probably have to fake amnesia.

Thankfully, the beautiful roommate didn’t press me about bumping into her chest. Instead, she asked, "What does 'G…' mean?"

Holy crap—you heard that whisper?!

My lips trembled slightly. What innocent girl blurts out a bra size like a creep? Exposure was secondary; the embarrassment was unbearable.

"Mmm~" Her voice melted my bones. She leaned close to my ear. "Would you mind telling me… what 'G' means?"

Warm breath tickled my ear. As my ears burned crimson, my mind snapped into eerie calm.

Past part-time gigs taught me this: at critical moments, I *always* go calm.

My talent!

So I spoke evenly, face perfectly serious:

"G is gaming slang. When you're about to lose, you type 'GG' to surrender. Saying 'G' meant I was surrendering to you."

*Damn, what am I even saying?!*

Only my *tone* was calm! Does the talent not cover the actual words?!

The mature girl paused—then laughed, delighted. "Hehehe… Xiaoxi, you’ve grown even more interesting since discharge. Truly… irresistible."

*Irresistible?!* Is she gonna *eat* me?! I blinked—and saw her lick her lips with a distinctly yandere-like gleam.

Eep! My face went pale.

*She’s actually gonna eat me?!*

"What are you doing?! Stay away from Xiaoxi!"

An angry voice cut through the tension. I turned toward the dorm door—my righteous savior had arrived.

Ah… hers were impressive too…

Not childish, not fully mature—a classic beauty of our age, with lovely curves.

Su Xiaoxi… surviving *this* dorm without being isolated? Truly miraculous.

The new girl stormed over, her cute side ponytail bouncing. She squeezed between us, thrust out slender arms, and shoved the other girl back.

"You bully Xiaoxi right after hospital discharge?" She shielded me like a mother hen in *Eagle Catching Chicks*. "Not while I’m here!"

So reliable. A true hero.

"Tch."

The mature girl frowned, her predator gaze lingering on me seconds before turning away with a huff. I sighed in relief—this new roommate had serious presence.

Then my heart clenched again. If she protected me like that… she and Su Xiaoxi must be close.

How do I hide myself? Rely on my "talent" for spouting nonsense with a straight face?

She didn’t hesitate—spun and pulled me into a tight hug. "Xiaoxi! You’re back! When the counselor said you were hospitalized from a car crash, I was terrified!"

Tears glistened in her eyes. What she didn’t know? *I* was near tears too—she’d shoved my face straight into her chest.

Soft? Yes. Breathable? Absolutely not…

Flushed, I wriggled free. "Um—Auntie Zhang asked you to grab the keys downstairs. Our dorm lock was changed."

She blinked. "Oh! That’s why the door was open. Wait here, Xiaoxi—I’ll be right back!"

And just like that… distraction successful.

Watching her side ponytail *pitter-patter* away, I finally exhaled. Good thing she’s so naturally airheaded.

But a serious problem remained: I had no idea what my roommates’ names were. Later, I’d sneak down to borrow the dorm registry from Auntie Zhang… match names to beds.

I sank back onto the pillow, brushed my bangs, and sighed softly:

"So this… is life in a girls’ dorm."

Thrilling. In every possible way.