In the dim tent, Ash slowly sat up in bed. Even though no one could see him, he still covered his face with both hands, his expression awkward, so ashamed and furious he wanted to die. He wished he could travel back to one minute ago and beat that embarrassing version of himself senseless.
What am I doing?! How did I dare?! Has my brain really been soaked stupid by that white fluid?
Though Ash knew he had become so fickle he was practically a sweetheart who had crawled out of a trash can, he still had one moral baseline he was a little proud of: all his intimate actions were built on mutual affection, and he had never done anything improper.
But what had he just done? He thought Death Frenzy was lonely, so he kissed her as thanks? It was awkward and thuggish, utterly humiliating. Death Frenzy was definitely laughing at him for making a fool of himself right now, thinking he was the worst Ash of them all!
Though the atmosphere had admittedly been more or less set up for it, Ash was certain he had not used to be the kind of person who flirted on his own initiative. The moment he thought of this, Ash jolted. Without him realizing it, his habits and behavior seemed to have undergone some unknown change. What exactly was affecting his personality—
"Mmm." Beside him, the Witch let out a soft, sticky little nasal murmur, and her leg naturally rode up and draped itself over Ash. Ash glanced at the four Operators on the bed and felt he had probably found the culprit.
Of course, it was not as exaggerated as Death Frenzy had said. Most of the time, he still slept alone. Sleeping together like this was a very