The pink-haired maid sat in Ash's arms, counting his eyelashes with her fingers, then lightly nibbled on his earlobe, writhing in his embrace like a snake.
It was very strange. In Ash's heart, he was both enchanted by Vishi's affection and felt a huge sense of guilt about himself, like a student indulging in the pleasure of playing instead of doing homework.
He leaned over to peck at the maid's thin lips until Vishi's face turned red from his kissing, then he asked, "So, only during the transaction do we pretend to love each other?"
"That's right." Vishi laughed, "Besides the transaction, what other reason would we have to like this bastard in front of us?"
She tightened her legs around Ash's waist, as if she wanted to fit her whole body into his, proactively sticking out her tongue to gently nudge Ash's teeth, unabashedly showing her enthusiasm.
When she stopped to wipe her lips, Ash showed an impatient expression as if dealing with a task: "Is that enough?"
