"Little trumpet, dog man..."
The Red-haired Swordswoman's fists grew weaker, and large tear droplets fell on Ash's face, mixing with the blood and sliding down, as if painting him with the colors of the Swordswoman.
"What do you think my feelings were, that I would willingly share my lover!?"
She couldn't suppress her emotions any longer, crying beautifully yet miserably, exposing her vulnerability without reserve: "I only did it because I knew I couldn't be happy, to fulfill you! I'm just silly, just stupid, just can't bear to see you sad! Why can't you understand—"
Ash pulled Sonia into his arms, silencing her, letting all her grievances turn into pitiful whimpers.
Facing this forceful and domineering kiss, Sonia not only didn't resist but fervently responded, eagerly seeking the lips tainted with blood and tears, impatiently merging herself into him. If Ash dared to stop, she would curse as 'little trumpet' and kiss back, unwilling to part for even a second.
