Vishi lowered her head, avoiding eye contact: "You’re slandering me."

"You said the Sword Maiden wouldn’t refuse, what about you? Would you refuse me?"

"I can’t resist."

"No, I’m asking about your willingness. Answer me directly."

"Why don’t you try it to find out."

"I just want to hear you say it yourself." As Ash’s thought arose, a transparent ruby chain necklace appeared on Vishi’s neck, "If you don’t answer, I’ll have to order you to speak the truth."

Vishi’s lips trembled, and she looked up at him with her brows raised, pitifully like a lost fawn. Her mouth was still stubborn, but her whole demeanor was soft and pleading.

Ash wondered if he had been tainted by her evil nature, as he had never acted this way before. Yet, looking at Vishi like this, he couldn’t help but want to bully her, tease her dignity, and wouldn’t be satisfied until she showed an attitude of submission.

"Let me go," Vishi suddenly said. "I’m leaving."

"You can, but only after you answer."

"...Just let me go." The maid took the initiative to kiss him, lifting her head to gaze at him, "Okay?"

Unexpectedly delighted by this surprise, Ash released her contentedly. Vishi adjusted the maid’s bra, tidied up her appearance, and as she left the bed, discovered Ash was still holding her hand. She bit her lip gently, leaned down and engaged Ash in a tender, deep kiss.

At that moment.

A cautious voice came from outside the tent: "Ash, you’re not asleep, right?"

"I heard strange noises inside. Is there something wrong with the curse?"

It’s Felix!

Ash immediately replied, "No!"

"Oh." The outside voice responded and continued, "Since you’re not asleep, I actually have something I want to chat with you about."

"Can’t it wait until tomorrow?" Ash asked sincerely.

"No, because I suspect you’re just trying to be brave. I only want to chat with you, mainly to check your health... I’ve been sensing movements on your side for these past hours."

Ash and the girls blushed—really? Were we really that loud!?

"If you insist on refusing, I’ll notify the Sword Maiden and the others—"

"Hold on." Ash reluctantly admitted defeat—if the Sword Maiden and the others were found not in the tent, what difference would it make from being found on his bed?

Ash turned to look at Vishi, and Vishi turned to look at the wardrobe.

"Didn’t you just say you were leaving?" Ash grasped her hand and nearly insisted word by word: "How you used Soul Reflection to come in, you should use Soul Reflection to leave!"

"I think she’s coming to you late at night with ulterior motives," Vishi said righteously. "You’re now worthless, and I can’t trust you alone with her. I need to guard you for the Sword Maiden."

"Besides, I suddenly remembered they’ll find out I traded with you tomorrow, and they’ll definitely keep a close eye on me. Since that’s the case, won’t just trading once be a loss?"

Ash looked at her speechlessly: "Did you forget? Our trade inherently involves giving all my soul fragments to you. Even if you trade with me multiple times in a short period, I’ve given all my soul fragments to you the first time."

Vishi blinked and then resolutely shook her head: "I don’t care, I want to trade with you until dawn!"

"Ash? What’s wrong?" the voice outside urged.

Watching Vishi determined to hide in the wardrobe, Ash sighed, doing his best to persuade: "Even if Hell awaits you next, are you really going forward?"

Vishi glanced at him, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, sweetly saying:

"If I go to Hell with you, at least it won’t be boring."

By then, the outsider had already started to unzip the tent flap. Vishi didn’t hesitate anymore, shook off Ash’s hand, opened the wardrobe, ready to hide inside.

But she was greeted by six arms reaching out from the wardrobe!

Even a seasoned millennium-experienced demigod would be unnerved—who wouldn’t be startled by six arms suddenly reaching out when opening a wardrobe!?

Hands, feet, and mouth were instantly controlled, Vishi felt herself laying amidst multiple warm, soft figures, as a gentle, low, melodic voice sounded at her ear:

"Wel~come~"

"Scoot over a bit, there’s too many people."

"It’s too cramped!"

Soul-locking God!

Vishi used Soul Lock to contact their souls, their appearances becoming clear to her.

Vishi was shocked and directly communicated with them using Soul-locking God: "How are you here!?"

"We foresaw you’d break the rules and infringe on Ash tonight, so we set up to catch you," said the Witch brazenly, "Gotcha!"

"Do I look like a fool!?" Vishi laughed in angry disbelief.

Sword Maiden wearing just a jacket, Witch in a camisole tank, Silver Lamp with glasses... And the pheromone-laden ambiguous scent on them—Vishi knew instantly what they had been up to!

As long as she was more than a meter away from Ash, Vishi’s intellect instantly returned!

Weiser: "Vishi, have you really never been in a relationship all these years? Ash is your first love? No way, are you lying to him?"

Sonia: "What’s this trade you talked about? Why does the progress in my relationship with Ash unlock your trade project?"

Diya: "How does it feel to be the Master?"

The operators’ intense discussion abruptly stopped because the person outside had finally opened the tent and walked in. They didn’t try to hide their footsteps, slowly approached the bedside, and asked: "No lights?"

Ash glanced at the wardrobe, he clearly heard the wardrobe door bump against Vishi’s calf but didn’t hear the door actually close, which meant... the number of people inside the wardrobe had overflowed, and it couldn’t even close.

This was reasonable, as it was only a wardrobe for his clothes, and without an extraordinary capacity, it couldn’t hide four regular female figures.

If the light were turned on, they couldn’t hide and would be discovered immediately.

"No lights," Ash replied. "I’m not wearing any clothes right now."

The girl in the darkness was noticeably stunned. After a pause, she said, "I’ve woken you up countless times, never noticed you sleep naked... Wait."

She inhaled deeply, "Did you spray perfume? Why is the scent here so intense..."

Not wearing clothes.

Strong scent.

Felix blinked and instinctively shifted her seat a bit further, "Ash, have you been... all night?"

Ash opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word of defense, only letting out a heavy sigh of self-abandonment.

"Exactly, just as you imagined!"