"Little Speaker, Dog Man..."
The Red-Haired Sword Maiden's fists grew weaker and weaker. Fat tears struck Ash's face and slid down mixed with blood, as if painting him in the colors known as Sword Maiden.
"What kind of feelings do you think I had to be carrying before I was willing to take the initiative and share my own sweetheart!?"
She could no longer suppress her emotions at all. She wept piteously, exposing her weakness without holding anything back. "It's precisely because I knew I couldn't possibly be happy that I fulfilled your wish! I'm just stupid, just dumb, just unable to bear seeing you upset! Why don't you understand—"
Ash pulled Sonia into his arms and sealed her mouth, turning all her pent-up grievances into pitiful whimpers.
From obedience to hostility, from hostility to yearning, their relationship underwent several enormous changes in just a few short minutes, yet neither of them found it strange in the slightest, as though this was their normal state.
Never at peace, always tormenting each other.
The thin starlight in the room churned and flowed, and a sound like the low growl of a beast came from the depths of the darkness.
Unlike the tender, flowing softness of Bridal Night, and unlike last night's sweet, fiery Absence Sharpens the Appetite, right now, rather than a pair of sweethearts, they were more like two beasts locked in a fight to the death.
Low growls, roars, whinnies, tearing at each other's softness, piercing each other's souls; like enemies who would not rest until one was dead, like trapped beasts exhausted to the bone.
As a high, surging song that had risen again and again came to an abrupt stop, Sonia's entire body relaxed with it. Her curled toes straightened, her arched waist lowered, and her neck,