"···So? What’s the problem?"

Amelia sighed as she looked at the slumped figure of Arte.

I thought all of this was over, and now I'd just be witnessing their lovey-dovey moments.

But no, apparently not. These two inexperienced lovebirds were struggling more than expected. Despite that passionate kiss…

Even Siwoo, who I didn’t expect to be so forward, surprised me. They must have forgotten we were watching. Dorothy and I sure had a show to watch, though!

"Is your boyfriend abusing you or something?"

"N-No! It's not that…"

Arte flailed her hands in protest at my question.

I never actually suspected that, though. Siwoo would never lay a hand on Arte. He almost died a few times trying to protect her.

It was just a question to get her talking. And sure enough, Arte seemed to resolve herself to speak up after a moment of hesitation.

"···It's just... Do you think I’m unattractive?"

"What kind of nonsense is that?"

My irritation spiked at her unexpected confession, and I poked her chubby arm.

"Ouch!"

"I meant for it to hurt. Who told you such nonsense?"

Arte twisted and tried to cover herself with her hands, but it was pointless. Her ample chest was impossible to hide with such feeble attempts. Besides, my ability is acceleration—I’ve never lost in a physical fight. Realizing she couldn’t stop my poking, Arte slumped, and I stopped.

"···So? Why do you think that?"

Arte had never shown such a lack of confidence before. What on earth had happened?

I could guess, though. It had to be because of Siwoo. He was the only one she wanted to impress.

Sure enough, Arte sighed deeply and said, "I'm not sure if Siwoo really likes me."

What kind of nonsense was that? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Arte took my silence as a prompt to continue, "Since we started dating, I… well, we've been living together, right?"

"Yeah, and you were already living together before that."

"But nothing has happened."

"What?"

Nothing had happened? What did she mean by that? Seeing my confusion, Arte blushed deeply.

"I mean... I tried to, you know, make a move… but he didn't respond."

"···Really?"

I couldn’t believe my ears. Arte, making a move?

"···Seriously?"

"Y-Yeah…"

Arte nodded, her face turning even redder.

"Wow, I see..."

Well, it wasn’t that surprising. Anyone who knew about their relationship probably expected Arte to be the one making the first move. But if she had, and now she was here asking for advice, it meant she had failed.

"Did you fail?"

"···Yes."

Of course. If she had succeeded, there would be no need for this conversation. She had tried to seduce Siwoo and failed, leading to her confidence plummeting.

"How did you try?"

"I wore this. Crawled into bed with it…"

She handed me a photo. Curious, I looked at it and was stunned.

"W-What the hell? This looks like something a slut would wear!"

"S-Slut?!"

"No, I mean… Look at this!"

The outfit itself wasn’t the problem. A thin shirt and dolphin shorts—casual enough for home but revealing enough to be suggestive. But there was a bigger issue.

"You weren’t wearing any underwear? And you did this in front of Siwoo?!"

"Yes."

"And you crawled into his bed?"

"I hugged him from behind."

"?!"

Through the thin white fabric, a hint of pink peeked through. As a woman, I found the outfit scandalous. Arte had crawled into Siwoo’s bed in this, rubbing her ample chest against him.

And yet, nothing happened?

"Is Siwoo… impotent?"

"N-No! He’s not impotent…"

"?"

How do you know that? I looked at her with suspicion, and Arte, realizing her mistake, began to stammer.

"T-That is, I mean…"

"Fine, he’s not impotent. Got it?"

"···Yes."

Hmm. I wanted to tell her to just jump him, but seeing her blush, it seemed she was interested but still had some hesitation. Maybe she was thinking they should do those things because they were a couple now.

This was giving me a headache. Why was I the one getting these questions?

Lost in thought, I stared at the ceiling, wondering why I was even doing this. The more I thought about it, the more drained I felt.

"Sorry, I really don’t know."

"Oh… okay."

"Let’s talk about it tomorrow. I’ll bring Dorothy, too."

"D-Dorothy?"

"The more, the merrier. And it’s not like we’re going to spread this around."

"Okay… Thanks."

"No problem. Can you go now? I have something to do."

"Sure. See you tomorrow."

As soon as Arte left, I slumped in the café chair, chewing on my straw. I didn’t actually have anything to do. I just didn’t want to do anything right now.

Why was I giving relationship advice?

Just as I was wallowing in my thoughts, someone unexpected approached.

"Hey, Amelia."

"···Siwoo?"

The very person I had just been discussing. Siwoo had come looking for me.

"How did you know I’d be here?"

"Just had a feeling."

"Damn it…"

That intuition of his again. He’d stopped training to enhance it because he didn’t want it to grow any further. It made sense. He was growing so fast he didn’t need to train anymore.

"So? Why did you come?"

"···I need some advice."

"Advice?"

Arte came to me for advice, and now Siwoo? I wanted to tell him to come back later, but then I remembered Arte’s consultation. This might be related.

Siwoo hesitated before speaking, "Living with Arte has been tough lately."

"···Tough?"

"Yeah. It's a bit awkward to say, but Arte dresses pretty skimpy at home."

"···How do you know that?"

"I just do. Continue."

After casting a suspicious glance at me, he continued, "It’s getting harder to resist her. What should I do?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because… you’re you."

"I’m a girl too, you know!"

"Yeah, I know."

"···"

What does he see me as? Did he see me as some creature called Amelia instead of a woman?

His question, "How do I deal with finding Arte increasingly attractive and harder to resist?"

"I don’t know! Just go for it!"

"?!"

"Why are you asking me this? Just kiss and get on with it!"

"Wait, Amelia. You seem a bit too worked up. Calm down…"

"Calm down? Do I look calm? Just go have sex already! Ugh!"

Maybe because I shouted, we got kicked out of the café.