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... if this continues, I will... um..."
The lighting in the living room was ambiguous, the sound of water constantly echoing. Minamoto Tamako lay limp on the sofa, covering her mouth, her face flushed, and her pale feet kept struggling in Fushimi Roku’s hands.
So strange... Could it be due to the herbal foot bath?
Could Mr. Fushimi have put something strange in there?
Minamoto Tamako’s body trembled slightly. Each time Fushimi Roku’s fingers passed through her white ...
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