Chapter 431.


    <strong>Chapter 431. Soul Exchange. (3/7)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she finally calmed down she sat up and leaned her full weight against me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah… haaaaaaah… haaaaaaaaah. I really haven’tughed that hard in a long time. It actually hurts tough. Were you trying to assassinate me by having meugh myself into suffocation?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You saw through my n?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How evil of you. Trying to assassinate your assassin girlfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It seems my n has been foiled.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It does, doesn’t it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She tilted her head further to one side until her cheek was on my shoulder and her hair was brushing against my neck and cheek.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey,” Rosa called out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You know that song?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What song?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… I guess it’s not a song. It’s more appropriate to call it a nursery rhyme.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Which one?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t remember. I only heard it once when I was a kid. They were making fun of some boy and girl. How does it go again?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Making fun of a boy and girl?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. So if it was us, it’d start out with Rosa and Ran sitting in a tree. Whates after that though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s K-I-S-S-I-N-mmmmm?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d been yed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, I didn’t really mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d sneakily slid her hand up from below, ced her palm on my cheek, and turned my head her way. While I was caught off guard, she raised her head up and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue curled around mine as strings of saliva mixed together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Between our kiss when our lips momentarily separated she continued the nursery rhyme, “Firste love.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When there was another gap she spoke up again, “Thenes marriage. What was the rest after that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The next time there was a gap I took the chance toplete it, “Thenes Rosa with a baby carriage.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She grinned as she nibbled and pulled on my lower lip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A minuteter she pulled away with sly impish eyes. She returned to her original position with her head on my shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now that I think about it, it would be a bit too dangerous to do that up here right now,” Rosa muttered to herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You weren’t seriously considering it, were you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was, but I have to hold it in a bit longer.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why would you even consider doing it here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you think it’d be exhrating to try it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’d be terrifying, not exhrating.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Scaredy cat.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What if the branch broke?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If it broke during a climax wouldn’t it feel pretty amazing? It’d be a zero-g orgasm where you really feel weightless mid-fall.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That sounds like a recipe for disaster.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, what about bungee jumping? How do you think it’d feel when doing that? If I was on top of you right when we were at the bottom of the fall would it be like a super thrust?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shivered when I saw the genuine curiosity in her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rosa, please don’t get such strange ideas, I’m begging you. I really don’t want to be the first officially recorded death of a mid-orgasm bungee jumper.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hehehe, why not? You’d go down in history if you died that way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d prefer a normal death where I’m notughed at by the entire world for being the first dumbass to die in such a degenerate manner.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. You have a girlfriend who’s willing to experiment with so many different positions but you don’t want to take advantage of it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not a different position, that’s a different sport altogether.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bungee fucking… pffthehehe,” Rosa couldn’t stop herself from giggling after she said it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, what if I waited at the bottom and you inserted and pulled out-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I cut her off before she could borate further on her dirty joke, “Please stop painting that picture in my head right now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She couldn’t stopughing when she imagined it herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah.” When she calmed down again she breathed out a tired sigh.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It really hurts tough. I don’t think I’veughed this much in a single day before.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you justughing so much because it’ste and you’re sleepy? Everything is funnier when you’re tired.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Now that you mention it, I am a bit sleepy. Still though, I would haveughed even if I wasn’t sleepy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t go falling asleep up here, that wouldn’t be funny at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think it would be kind of funny though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Absolutely not, don’t you dare.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, I won’t. We should probably get down soon though. If I stay in this position any longer I’m really going to fall asleep up here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then let’s head down now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, before you do, there’s something I’ve been curious about for a while now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Before, in your story, you mentioned the doctor sold his soul to you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, what about it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Previously, you had me get Jass to sign a contract and the condition was also to sell his soul to you. Back then I thought it was a joke and that you were just being mean, but it came up again today. What’s that about? Is it just a coincidence?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d never actually properly filled Rosa in on the whole me being a devil ordeal since it just never really came up before.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Actually, forget that, first and foremost, why haven’t you asked me to sell you my soul yet? You could even have it for free if you just asked me for it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you kidding me? Don’t go selling your soul for free. You’d be getting tantly scammed. At least ask for something in return.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I already have everything I want though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s got to be something you want.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Something I want? But I already have you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then a contract to sell your soul is impossible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A contract requires an exchange of value of some kind, a transaction.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So there needs to be something exchanged?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… I think.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean you think?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve never actually tried it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You speak like you can tell when you’ve received a soul. What are you, a devil?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I am actually.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, so that’s why~. You were a devil.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Huh? When she suddenly burst out into cheerfulughter, I thought she was going to treat it like a joke, but it sounded like she took it seriously instead.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You believe me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I believe you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because I do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not good to blindly trust people.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t blindly trust people. I only trust you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How about in return you stop aging once you’ve fully grown for a condition?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Stop aging after a certain point? Yeah right, as if you can do that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“In truth, I already received the souls of all the women I’ve be entangled with through contract and gave them this condition.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? Are you saying I’m thest to sell their soul despite being the first girl to get involved with you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ironically enough, yeah, for the time being.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This feeling of defeat…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, it’s fine. It’s not really something to be down about. Anyway, I thought of a condition. I’ll take the one you offered and one other thing as part of the deal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You thought of something? What is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your soul. You haven’t sold that to any other girls, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My… soul?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t even know if devils have a soul though. Nor do I know if it can be sold to someone else.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Are you able to return a soul after the contract is made?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I haven’t actually tried it before, but my gut feeling tells me the destruction of the contract should be enough to achieve that. That’s the assumption I’ve been going off of the entire time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How about we test to test whether a soul can be sold for nothing first?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure? What if it really works and I’m unable to return it after all?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then oh well. We’ll just deal with it if ites to that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you say so. Don’t me me if you get scammed. But of all things, why do you even want my soul?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Only one person can have your soul, right? Hehe, I couldn’t be the first to sell my soul to you, but I can, however, be the first and only one to be in possession of your soul.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What would you even do with it? Even I don’t know what can really be done with them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d have it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. That’s it. I just want to have it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because it’s yours, dummy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Whatever I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you have any paper on you?”