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That broad chest of his made eye contact with me, and did they just move up to my strokes? His well-sculpted abs made my body tingle as I explored them with my fingers. He groaned as I moved up to pinch his nipple. “Little lamb.” His hands ran all over my body, touching all my weak points. I moaned as his hands passed my waistbands down to my vertical lips. “Alpha Ryu!” I whimpered as his finger shifted my panties to the side and played with my clit. “You are just so beautiful.” He brought his finger out, taking his hands to my dress. “How much more can I take?” He ripped off my top along with my pants, leaving me with only my armor.

It looks familiar, but Aesthelia was too engrossed by it to notice and recognize the subject. "The artist is incredible," she can't stop herself from saying. The art is beautiful, even though the art style is not as good as the ones that come from her original world, but it was breathtaking. It was such waste that it was torn apart. Aesthelia kept staring at it until she realized who that face belonged to: Gior Frauzon, who was sleeping beneath the tree of aegis. Aesthelia shook her head and commented in her mind, 'Aesthelia's obsession might be just a pure love for a teenager.'

Surprisingly, among musicians, Yumiko liked different types of men, even quite different from this guy, such as Aoi Takashima, who was tall, skinny and pale, but in reality she only dated guys like that college friend from their courses. - Idols are idols, they can even look feminine, use makeup if their work image requires it, as long as they make good music.- Yumiko used to say, explaining this to Miyuki, no matter if her friend was interested in it or not.- Musicians are like works of art, and that's how I look at them. I listen and admire, but I would never touch, because that's not what they are for. That's why I'm pissed off by all those psycho-fans who dream of a date with their idol.