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I sighed. “Then we have to make sure he doesn’t see you,” I said, already moving to the closet. I had no idea what Ava owned, so I just grabbed the biggest, darkest thing I could find: a faded black hoodie with holes in the cuffs and what looked like a burn mark on one shoulder. “Put this on. Keep the Hood up, and your head down. If you don’t want to see anyone, we’ll find a path where you won’t.” She stared at the hoodie like it was a snake. The phone buzzed again, and this time she stuffed it deep in her pocket, still not answering. I wondered what it was like to be so wanted and so unable to answer the call.

“Are you sure that boy’s a spy, brother?” Hikaru asked. “How do we find him?” Their loud conversation by the entrance was heard all the way here. “He’s wearing a brown hooded coat with black furry lining,” Masaru replied. “The one looks like a lion.” He weaved his head in search of me among the crowd, glad I took it off earlier, or else I’d be found on the spot. “I’m certain that I’ve seen him before.”

Searching for something to wear that wouldn't have Alec throwing a fit or Hugo disemboweling pack members, I smirked to myself, seeing a nude sports bra sitting on top of a hoodie. "I always did like to make an entrance!" I grinned to Ava, who was already excitedly bouncing from paw to paw. I glanced over my shoulder at Hugo, who was busy on his phone, ignoring me. "Let the games begin, boys!"

Which meant I sat on their right. “Oh wow. Is that… is that Yūri?” Darius asked as Riko opened the zip file. “Mhm.” I nodded. “We need to buy Riko a kimono and recreate this picture.” Elijah nodded. “Hush.” Riko blushed but was smiling. “Let’s see what else they sent.” I suggested. Darius nodded, opening the next image. It was of Hibiki but young in a crisp blue 70s style police uniform leaning against a red Jeep.

She slowly turned her head and gasped. The man was in black hoodie which covered his half face and was wearing casual jeans. "W-Who are you?" Alice asked with a stunned look. He pushed his hood back and turned his head to her. "WHAT? NOW YOU CAN'T RECOGNIZE YOUR OWN MATE?"

"Y-you're Alisa Vega! Whoa!" He excitedly pointed at Jester, "Why didn't you SAY you're girlfriend is Alisa Vega?!" "She's not my girlfriend!" Jester said, exasperated. "She's our neighbor--" "Is that a limited edition Sunday Graveyard hoodie in cobalt blue, the one that sold out so fast only fifty people in all three worlds managed to get one?!" Alisa got up suddenly, pointing at the said hoodie slung over his brother's shoulder. "Even I didn't get one!"

The other penetration came in the form of a dildo or a butt plug (which she loved). But back to Na*a to Ka*ru {by Ryuta Amazume}. You see, what it is supposed to be is a regular manga which is published in a Non-hentai magazine. So it was kind of strange to us when my girlfriend read the summary from a non-hentai online manga reader site.

His danger wasn’t cruel. A shadow fell across the bar. Another man approached, taller, broader, his beard thick and his smile sharp as a blade. His vest bore the same patch as Blake’s, though I didn’t dare look too close at what it meant. “Well, well,” the man drawled, eyes sliding over me in a way that made my stomach clench. “Didn’t know you were bringing strays, Blake.” The word stray hit like a slap. Heat rushed to my cheeks, shame pricking beneath my skin.

A middle-aged man with his clear colored eyes and brown-colored hair that looks nice is facing Aahva right now. “Oouhh, you look very nice today. I didn’t expect you to be here with those clothes. Where did you steal those suits?” Laugh Aahva. “I Just come, and you just ask that? Heh heh, you really never change Aahva.” The brown-colored hair man named Aimer who was Aahva’s co-worker. Even though their age is almost the same, but the differences are too obvious. Aimer’s face looks younger than Aahva, like he is as young as Abelard. Aahva also has a thicker moustache than Aimer.

Is that why Anakiyus had been after him? “How do you know that he has it?” Liora held up a new black hoodie, eyeing it; it seemed like she had a lot of those. Then she pulled it over her head, slipping it on with ease. Impatient, I replied to myself, “Okay, even if he does have the moon jade, I believe there's a strong reason he's keeping it away.”