Mage Manual

Chapter 1689 - 1246: Everyone Joins in to Trick Ash

After listening to Ash’s recount, how could Diya not know what had happened? This despicable woman, Silver Lamp, actually took advantage of Ash’s memory loss to implant false memories in him! Clearly, it was Silver Lamp herself who had been obsessively pursuing Ash, but now, thanks to some Time History Book, it turned into Ash falling in love with her at first sight!

This is too wicked, how can she do this, it’s simply bullying someone with a mental handicap!

I need to quickly tell Ash the truth so he won’t be deceived by this bad woman!

"By the way, how did we meet?" Ash asked. "I’m really curious why we have this kind of relationship... Little Diya, can you help me recall?"

"We met at the underground altar of the Four Pillars God Sect. At that time, when you saw me as a little girl, you were eternally captivated. To protect me, you decided to recognize me as your daughter. Back then I was naive, only knowing you truly cared for me, so I followed you. Later, when you found out I was a witch, your attitude towards me slowly began to change. You wanted to be both family and lovers. You are the person I trust the most, so I had no choice but to go along with you..."

Maybe I’ll find another chance to expose Silver Lamp’s conspiracy. Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity can’t be missed, thought Diya.

However, Diya didn’t fabricate wildly; she merely patched the story version to fix Ash’s lack of perversion, reducing Ash’s resistance to Diya to ensure she always hits his defenses critically in the future.

"Oh, right," she said as if casually, "Let’s get undressed. We’re usually not wearing clothes when we’re alone. I’ll open the witch’s domain to help you recall our daily life better."

Ash asked suspiciously, "We don’t wear clothes?"

"Yes." The witch replied without blushing or wavering, "It’s always been that way. Would I lie about something like this?"

"But it feels a bit strange..."

"Why, do you think you’re not that kind of person?"

"No, mainly, I think clothes are a crystal of human wisdom; not wearing clothes has very little attraction for me," Ash doubted. "Even if you just wear socks and gloves, it’s more appealing than being completely naked... I really wouldn’t ask for complete nudity, would I?"

Oh no, I forgot that Ash always had a sophisticated taste in lowbrow interests.

Such a huge flaw, if he ponders a little longer, he might see through my well-intentioned lie!

In that instant, Diya’s mind raced, resonating with the deepest wisdom of the Void Realm, finding the only glimmer of hope in a desperate situation—

"Because you want to lick me."

"Ah?" Ash was stunned, incredously asking, "What do I want?"

"You like to lick me all over," Diya held back her laughter, somewhat shyly saying, "Fingers, neck, abdomen, knee, corner of the eye, hollow of the waist, and... you always say I’m like an ice cream you wish you could hold in your mouth, so you like to lick me like a cat."

Ash was so shocked by his own past lewd life that he could only respond with a single word: "Ah?"

"But you’ve just lost your memory, so you might not be able to adapt all of a sudden." Diya proactively gave him an out: "This time, I won’t take it off. You’re allowed to just lick above the neck."

Ash immediately said, "If you don’t like it—"

"Are you insisting that a queen, a lady, explicitly say she enjoys this kind of game?" Diya uttered softly. "Then you’re being even more unreasonable than before you lost your memory."

After a moment of silence, Diya felt the hot breath on her neck and then a warm tongue gently glided across it. It was like getting an electric shock; the witch trembled gently, biting her lower lip tightly to suppress any sound, melting into Ash’s arms like a puddle of water.

Neck, chin, cheek, corner of the eye, ear... Before long, Diya’s whole face was wet, and Ash hurried to wipe it dry for her, softly saying, "Sorry, it’s my first time doing something like this. I don’t know if that’s how you’re supposed to lick..."

"It’s quite alright." Diya feigned composure, saying, "But next time, you must keep trying... Also, when I speak to you like this, you ought to punish me."

Ash skillfully punished her buttocks and felt a faint sense of incongruity. How should I put it, although it seemed he was the one in the upper position, in reality the controller was the witch. It was as if a young master was training a witch, but in reality, the witch was a great Demon King, who had an unusual kink. If the master couldn’t satisfy the witch’s interests, he’d depart the world without any trace. Seemingly the master was training, but actually, he was placating.

At this moment, Diya suddenly sat up. Ash thought she was getting ready to leave, but Diya sat on him, extending her foot to his face. Using the dim light within the room, Ash saw she wore black and white stockings on each of her legs, the arches of her feet like moons, her legs long and shapely, utterly stunning—even if Ash wasn’t interested in this, he had to admit, they were truly treasures—

"Lick."

"Ah!??"

"This is what you like the most." The witch’s voice was like a whisper in the dark: "Even if you lost your memory, your preferences shouldn’t change, right? I even wore your favorite color... Didn’t you always adore it?"

Seeing Ash didn’t immediately refute, Diya knew she succeeded—she had long wished for Ash to lick her feet! This complete sense of submission, just thinking about it, was absolutely irresistible.

But it was an even more outlandish desire than a twisted father-daughter relationship, Diya didn’t even need to ask to know that Ash must be unwilling, so she never voiced it.

Diya had a strong premonition that she needed to indulge all her previously untried thoughts while he still trusted her, or she’d never have this chance again!

Come on, Knight, kiss the tip of the Princess’s toes.

Ash stared dumbly at the foot in front of him, which didn’t have any strange odor, but rather the fresh scent of detergent on the stockings. Diya curled her toes, straightened her ankles, elegantly crossing her feet, exuding an alluring charm.

After a mental struggle, Ash took a deep breath and gently cupped the witch’s feet.

"No."

The room suddenly brightened, but instead of the white light of palace lamps, it was a soft silver glow.

The silver light converged into a shapely silhouette on the bed, and Weiser sat by the bedside, adjusting her glasses, glanced at the two of them, and couldn’t help but say, "Your position is really quite peculiar."

"Silver Lamp!" Diya gestured frantically: "This is none of your business!"

"Of course it is," Weiser retorted grumpily, "He still has to kiss me later, how can you let him kiss your feet?"

"What’s wrong with my feet? Aren’t they pretty? Besides, he’s kissed so many places, it’s not like you haven’t been kissed by him—"

"In any case, Ash, don’t listen to her nonsense," said Weiser directly, "Even if you’re into foot fetishism, it only applies to mine, for only the Divine Being’s feet are pristine."

Diya laughed in exasperation: "You dare say I’m talking nonsense? Clearly, you were the one talking nonsense in the first place!"

"When did I lie?"

"You dared to say Ash fell in love with you at first sight?"

"Do you have proof it’s not true?" Weiser smirked, "But your relationship with Ash was witnessed by the Sword Maiden and Hanna."

Igula and Harvey... Diya suddenly realized, the people who had once witnessed Ash’s relationship with Silver Lamp were no longer in the human world. Whatever she said, no one could expose her!

No wonder Silver Lamp acted so fearlessly and even dared to disrupt my plans!

Spurred by resentment, Diya clung to Ash, saying, "Don’t listen to her. As far as I know, you didn’t fall in love at first sight. Instead, it was Silver Lamp who chased after you like a stalker, and you had no choice but to accept her!"

Clearly, everyone can develop together, but if you insist on ruining my plans, don’t blame me for flipping the table!

"No matter what you say, Ash and I are lovers," Weiser stated languidly, "But you and Ash aren’t father and daughter. Ash, the one you truly saw as a daughter, was one of the witch’s personalities, not Diya herself."

"Wait." Ash began to catch on, sitting up and looking at the two of them, "You’re not filling my head with false memories since I lost my memory, are you?"

Weiser casually replied, "Do I look like someone who’d do that?"

Diya pleaded, "Have you forgotten your promises to me and now you’re doubting me?"

"I believe you’re both that type of person," Ash’s intelligence reclaimed the high ground, "If either of you lost your memory, I’d definitely recount memories that erase all my negative parts and add in some favorable elements..."

"Who lost their memory?"

They turned to the door to see Sonia and Vishi enter. The red-haired girl was in pajamas, the pink-haired Elf in her usual maid outfit, and Felix was peeking in from behind them, watching the commotion.

Might as well wake up Dedarose for a midnight snack, Ash thought.