Ash looked at the elf maid in front of him, wearing a lace headpiece. Her pink hair fell in twin tails on either side, her large, liquid eyes oozing a trace of allure, and her delicate face blushing lightly. The maid outfit revealed a deep cleavage at the chest, squeezed out by her ample soft bosom, while the tightly pressed lips displayed a jelly-like glossy sheen under the blended lighting.
He was slightly lost in thought, and just as Vishi rekindled hope, thinking there might be a turnaround, Ash suddenly kissed deeply, his tongue breaking through her teeth like an unstoppable force, stirring up chaos inside.
"Mm... mm... mm-hm."
Vishi felt her tongue being ravaged like a little white rabbit trampled by a big gray wolf. No matter how she dodged, Ash's exquisite skills always left her with nowhere to escape, making her body stiffen, but her soul seemed to be sucked in.
No wonder, in my dream, I have to become the Supreme of Magic, only...
No, this can't continue!
