Sorcerer's Manual, Sea of Knowledge. I Forgot. Amber Hall of Isu Imperial Palace. Ash lay on the bed, opened the Light Screen, and looked at the erotic pictures Felix had sent him, his mind, with extreme rarity, not on them at all.
Naturally, this was not Felix's fault. After several months of high-intensity shoots, Felix had already become skilled at using the beauty of optics. Added to her growing understanding of Ash's interests and tastes, she could repeatedly come up with distinctive themes. Ash had once simply liked vulgar pleasures; now, under her development, he was no longer simple.
For instance, today's theme was "sleep." Felix lay sleeping over a desk, on a sofa, and in all sorts of places. At a glance, it seemed very everyday and plain, but she had absolutely no sense of guarding herself: the open collar, the shorts that had ridden down, plus that sleeping face. Looking at these photos, Ash felt like he was some perverted voyeur. The one that made his heart leap the most was a photo of Felix sleeping sprawled over the desk. From the sleeve opening of her short-sleeved shirt, he could see the indistinct scenery inside, full of the hazy, youthful beauty of student days.
Ash inwardly grumbled that Felix actually thought he had such filthy voyeuristic urges, like a urinal inside his heart, while helplessly giving these photos the highest score—if he ever fell into depravity in the future, it would definitely all be Felix's fault!
After replying with his rating, however, Ash did not continue savoring them. Instead, he turned off the Light Screen and quietly looked at the patterns on the ceiling. An immense exhaustion surged into his heart, like a fish that had just been washed onto the beach and stranded, with the sun drying