Unlike the Sword Witch, Weiser didn't deliberately change her outfit and still wore her usual attire. Underneath the loose black and gold-trimmed trench coat was a bulging sleeveless shirt. She only leaned forward slightly, and the elastic potential of the shirt was stretched to the limit, so if the second button flew off in the next second, Ash would think it had done its best.
The corset accentuated the divine being's slender waist, and the tight shorts gave a sense of movement, while the over-the-knee silk stockings slightly hugged her thighs. Although it wasn't the first time embracing the God of Silver Lamp, each time Ash held this breathtaking divine body, he couldn't bear to let go, hazily wishing to forever lose himself in her gentle embrace.
"Here."
Weiser suddenly conjured a cup of bright yellow beverage, and Ash unknowingly took it and drank a sip, "Pineapple juice?"
"My special iced pineapple juice, very easy to absorb." Weiser smiled and asked, "Is it good?"
