The moist object moved up and down through her narrow throat, and a strange sensation she did not even want to admit rose along her nerves.
"How could... being treated like this still feel so good... It must be this guy's doing..."
Suppressing the increasingly bizarre sensations, Ajisai looked at Moriyue with anger once more. She had lost. In the ninja world, the weak were prey to the strong; the victor took all, while the loser had nothing. Since she had accepted her defeat, she had mentally prepared herself for however she might be treated now. But she had never imagined that Moriyue would treat her like this. Wasn't he supposed to extract information from her? Was this how he did it?
In fact, if Ajisai had asked Moriyue that, he would have been completely baffled too. He was wondering the same thing. Wasn't it supposed to be—he hadn't even begun modifying her yet, so why did she already seem somewhat obedient? She even seemed to be enjoying it?
He had not even started yet. Were prisoners these days all this cooperative? It was making him doubt himself.
"Something's not right. Why is she being so cooperative?"
Moriyue had already prepared himself for her to bite his finger, but Ajisai did not seem to have any intention of doing so. Could it be...
A suspicion formed in his mind, though he did not know whether it was right. He pressed his finger forward slightly, his fingertip nearly reaching Ajisai's throat, but she only resisted a little and showed no sign of refusing.
"Could this girl... be an M? Or maybe Stockholm syndrome? Otherwise, this doesn't make sense..."
Moriyue seemed to have found a fairly plausible explanation. He curled his finger slightly and tried to pull it back. After all, he