When the two of them found the intimate rhythm that suited them both best, Ash felt their souls begin to melt like ice cream, like two soft dollops of cream seeping into each other and merging together until there was no telling them apart, mingled as one.
No wonder no one traded Soul Fragments... In this state, the side with the stronger, higher soul realm held absolute dominance. As long as the other party harbored the slightest malice, they could easily alter his thoughts and implant twisted ideas, which was the same as placing his entire life in their hands and letting them toy with it however they pleased!
But Ash was not afraid at all. Perhaps it was because the Ruby Chains would restrain Vishy's actions, and even if she had malicious intentions, she could not hurt him. Or perhaps it was because... he was actually afraid, but he did not dislike this feeling.
Their bodies demanded from each other, and their souls invaded and merged with each other. In every aspect of spirit and flesh, they became the most intimate existence to one another. Yet deep in Ash's heart, he still loathed Vishy's cruel, violent nature, still feared Vishy's possible betrayal, and still felt uneasy about whatever schemes Vishy might still be hiding.
He liked her the way one liked a sweetheart, and guarded against her the way one guarded against an evil ghost.
Affection and loathing, intimacy and fear, peace of mind and unease—all kinds of complicated, even opposing and conflicting thoughts coexisted in Ash's heart at the same time. There was no relationship more twisted and bizarre than this... These interwoven, contradictory emotions reached their peak through each round of mutual taking, gradually corroding Ash's emotions and reason.
Like a trap laid by a demon, like