The Pink-Haired Maid sat in Ash's lap, stretching out a finger to count Ash's eyelashes one by one, then lightly biting his earlobe, rubbing against him in his arms like a snake.
It was very strange. Ash felt utterly intoxicated by Vishy's intimacy, yet at the same time he felt a tremendous guilt toward himself for being like this, like a student sinking into the pleasure of blowing off homework and fooling around however he liked.
He leaned in and pecked the maid's thin lips a few times, not asking until he had kissed Vishy's face red. "So, it's only during the transaction that we pretend to love each other?"
"That's right." Vishy smiled. "Aside from the transaction, what reason would we have to like the bastard in front of us?"
She clamped her legs tight around Ash's waist, as if she wanted to stuff her whole self into his body, and took the initiative to flick her tongue lightly against Ash's teeth, showing her passion without the slightest restraint.
When she finally stopped to wipe her lips, Ash put on an impatient look like he was dealing with work. "Is that enough?"
"Not yet," Vishy said. "Speaking of which, how do you guys kiss for that long? There isn't much taste to it. It feels boring... Do you still have cotton candy?"
"We finished it just now."
"I still have a little. Help me take it out."
Ash looked at her Lace Maid Outfit. "Where are your pockets?"
"I never said it was in a pocket." Vishy suddenly pulled him backward, and their positions instantly changed to Ash pinning her to the ground.
"It's in the first place you see when you lower your head that could hide something."
Ash's gaze slowly moved downward, and he saw the soft,