Unexpectedly, Ash's expression wasn't very surprised, just his grip on Sonia's hands grew tighter as if he wanted to merge her into his own body.
Sonia pressed her lips together, her eyes misting, but her voice became more alluring: "Is it okay? I'm willing to help you establish a harem. Let's not mention Freyja and the others; there's also Dedarose, Qinna, and those related to you; you can enjoy them as well. Even if the Witches have opinions, I'll still help you."
"You ask if it's okay, then of course, it's okay."
Ash spoke slowly:
"But if you ask if I dare, then of course, I don't dare."
"I really am willing."
"I also really don't dare," Ash's voice turned a bit hoarse: "Why? We haven't seen each other for just over eight days, so why are you suddenly—"
"Because we've both died once."
Sonia tightly grasped Ash's back, her ten fingers like thorns, hooking without releasing.
