Pop! The moment he opened the cork, the thoroughly shaken champagne immediately frothed with white foam, turning into thin streams that slid down the bottle and dripped onto the bedsheets.
Ash poured three glasses of champagne and handed one to the Witch, then returned to the bed with the other two and gave one to the Sword Maiden.
Just as he passed over the Witch, his whole body suddenly bent like he had been shocked. His eyelashes trembled faintly, and he pressed his lips tightly together. Only after a moment did he return to his spot, staring at the Witch with a face red as blood. The flush on the Witch's face had yet to fade, her eyes curved in a gleeful smile of successful mischief as she lifted her swanlike neck and drank her champagne.
Now he was done for. In the past, the Witch had been a giant in dirty talk and a dwarf in actual combat, but now she seemed to have awakened to an entirely new stage. Ash couldn't even pass over her without getting sucked on a couple times.
"Mmm~~ ah!" Diya drained the champagne in one gulp, then suddenly said to Ash, "Slap my thigh!"
Ash slapped her butt instead and couldn't help laughing. "You're not dreaming."
"It's real!" The Witch sat up and clenched her fists, as if she had completed some Platinum Trophy. "I really succeeded! It felt even better than I imagined! And I don't have to worry about being hunted down by Sword Maiden! Ash, how can you be so calm? Don't you understand what this means?"
"Now that you mention it..." Ash also sat up and pondered. "You two hit me too, but don't hit—"
Smack! Smack!
"...my face." Ash obediently lay back down, his expression full of disbelief.