Not spicy at all.
The soft, delicate smoke left only the faintest smoky sensation in her throat, while its elegant, natural fragrance lingered between her tongue and teeth. Sonia had chosen the most expensive and best brand based on the clerk's recommendation; anyone could enjoy the wonderful flavor of the tobacco. She even felt that this bit of stimulation was too weak for a Demigod Soul Body, and if Ash was not used to smoking it, it was probably just because he did not like it.
But the Red-Haired Girl soon forgot the taste of the cigarette, because a much stronger stimulation spread from every part of her body into the depths of her soul, and her consciousness melted like ice cream into Ash's body heat.
Ash... was not behaving himself.
While forcefully invading her tongue, he wantonly toyed with her Soul Body. And his movements were very rough and careless, 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, but now Sonia felt as if she were his toy, left to him to take pleasure from as much as he wanted, while he did not have 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 burned hot, and Sonia's entire body went soft, as though she had lost all her strength.
Emotionally, she yearned for this pleasure of sinking into it with her whole body and mind, but rationally, she was ashamed and wanted to flee. How could Ash, that Little Speaker, toy with her like this? He did not care about her feelings at all, practically treating her as his own