It wasn't spicy at all.
The soft, delicate smoke left only a very faint smoky sensation in her throat, and its elegant, natural fragrance lingered between her tongue and teeth. Sonia had chosen the most expensive and best brand based on the shop assistant's recommendation; anyone could enjoy the wonderful taste of tobacco. She even felt that this little bit of stimulation was far too weak for a demigod Soul Body, and Ash's inability to get used to it was probably just because he personally didn't like it.
But the Red-Haired Girl soon forgot the taste of the cigarette, because an even stronger stimulation spread from every part of her body into the depths of her soul, and her consciousness melted into Ash's body heat like ice cream.
Ash... wasn't behaving himself.
While forcefully invading her tongue, he wantonly toyed with her Soul Body. And his movements were extremely rough and casual, completely lacking the tenderness of mutual affection from the dream. In the dream, although they had also had physical contact, Ash had cherished her like a work of art, while now Sonia felt as if she were his toy, left for him to freely take pleasure from, without him needing to care about her feelings.
Yet the sensations lingering over her skin had awakened again because of him. Every patch of skin his fingertips brushed over grew scorching hot, and Sonia's whole body turned limp, as if all her strength had drained away.
Emotionally, she clung to the pleasure of sinking into it with body and soul, but rationally, she was so ashamed she wanted to flee. How could Ash, this Little Speaker, play with her like this, not caring about her feelings at all? He was practically treating her as his own private possession... But she was