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Ash looked at the elf maid before him, wearing a Lace Headdress, her pink curly pigtails hanging down on either side. Her watery eyes held threads of allure, a faint blush rose over her pretty face, and the soft, bountiful fullness exposed at the front of her Maid Outfit squeezed into a deep valley. In the blended light, her tightly pressed lips shone with a jelly-like gloss.
He lost focus for a moment. Just as Vishy rekindled hope and thought there might be a turning point, Ash suddenly kissed her deeply, his tongue breaking through her teeth like a hot knife through butter and wreaking havoc inside.
"Mm... mm... mmh."
Vishy felt like her tongue had become a little white rabbit cruelly ravaged by a big bad wolf. No matter how she tried to dodge, Ash's exquisite technique always drove her into a corner. Her body stiffened, but it felt as if even her soul was about to be sucked in.
No wonder the me in the dream had to become Artifice Supremacy before...
No, this could not go on!
I am the Phantom Prophet!
Vishy bit down with her pearly teeth and felt Ash's entire body freeze for a moment. She realized she had hurt him, but Ash did not withdraw his troops. He still held fast to the fortress in her territory, only slowly expanding outward after a while.
Vishy did not dare use force anymore. She only dared bite lightly, hoping Ash would retreat in the face of difficulty. But this painless resistance naturally could not withstand the increasingly fierce offensive, and seemed more like coy refusal than rejection.
By the time Ash finished recalling and let Vishy go, amid their warm breaths, a transparent Suspended Thread stretched and drooped between them. Vishy lay soft