As the evening breeze lifted the curtains, pale red moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the gold and white tuxedo on the carpet.
Ash gulped down half a bottle of water, holding the bottle to Sonia's lips and feeding her small sips. After she finished, he placed it on the bedside table. Unlike Ash, Sonia's wedding dress still barely clung to her body, and she was adjusting her bustier when Ash slipped under the covers. The Sword Maiden shrank back like a kitten, nervously staring at Ash, making him feel a pang of guilt.
He hesitated for a moment, tentatively asking, "Are you satisfied with this birthday gift?"
"Satisfied." Sonia quickly replied, curling up and burying herself against his chest, speaking with some frustration, "I realized there's such a huge difference between the Supreme of Magic and the Five-Winged Demigod... I planned for two hours, but didn't expect you to not waste even a minute..."
