Vishy was rather strange. When she wore Cape Vest Trousers, she looked tall and slender, and even with her long pink hair draped over her shoulders, it could not suppress that viper-like quality in her bones—cold, damp, and slick. When Ash looked at her, he felt she was a tall elf about the same height as him, maybe even a little taller.
But when she wore a Maid Outfit and sat in his lap, Ash finally realized she was actually a little shorter than Sword Maiden. Her body was soft and springy, her legs plump, straight, and long. She felt very comfortable to hold, like holding a big fox.
Ash took the initiative to pry open her teeth. The dense, lingering deep kiss made even the Soul Half God fall in an instant, and Ash's hands were not idle either. They had traded several times before, so Ash knew how to please the Phantom Prophet. When their lips parted, Vishy's clothes were already half undone. Her whole body seemed to have melted into a puddle of warm water as she lay limply in the Supervisor's arms, breathing in quick, shallow huffs, her gaze hazy as she looked at Ash. She grabbed the hand he had pressed over her heart, as if she did not want him to let go.
After giving her enough sweetness, Ash said softly, "Vishy, I will trade with you, but not tonight. We'll find time to trade tomorrow. Can you leave for tonight?"
Liking her was one thing, but Ash had not forgotten that Sword Maiden and the others were still here! He himself trusted Vishy, but he could not be certain Sword Maiden and the others would be willing to accept the Phantom Prophet. And even if they were willing to accept her, that would