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Yeah, it was a beach party under the moonlight. According to Kira, it is like a tradition for the school to organize a bonfire party at the beach every semester. It is seen as the biggest beach party in town; the neighboring schools also attend. Feeling awkward, I threw a net gown over my body. It's a see-through one, showing my bikini, but it is better than wearing only the bikini. It stops just above my thigh. The girls did my hair and makeup; I looked better than I had in days.

A pair of lightning-patterned tiaras were also visible between her two hair ties. The girl was wearing a red dress and high heels, and was wearing tight shorts. Her left eye was covered by an eyepatch. "No more mistakes. She's a magical girl too. But, what are the elements?” Alisa asked herself. The girl took a fighting stance against the bandits. “DAMN IT, DON’T DISTURB US!!” Three bandits attacked the girl with their weapons. But she swiftly fended off their attacks. WHOOSSH BRUKK BRAKK

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she said, walking out of the living room and then slamming herself inside our room. “Fucking prude.” I whispered, hopping back on my phone and scrolling through the I***a feed of my favorite Fans Only Bimbo, Alexa Villasario. She had 500 cc’s, and teased going even bigger soon. I couldn’t stop admiring their perfect round shape, how they sat perky and erect no matter what, covered only by micro bikinis and crop tops. If only…

I found a corner and continued to watch the competition. The rest of the students went up one after another, and many of them were excellent ones. There was even a werewolf named Toby, who scored a perfect score like Blair. Finally, it was Bianca’s turn to go up. She had coquettish red lips, wearing a sexy leopard print camisole and tight jeans.She walked gracefully in front of the boulder. When she passed by the center of the stand she gently flipped her hair.Her position was exactly opposite Queen Laura and the other members of the royal family.

The burn is great and has me closing my eyes for a few seconds as I feel it slide all the way down. "No, baby girl, I can tell you love your job and enjoy it." He gives me a knowing smile. I respond with a sheepish one. "I do, but that doesn’t mean I am not done with the bullshit." Slamming my glass down, I get to my feet. “Let’s go kick asses once again” I give a wry smile and smoothen the creases on my dress, it is a silver long sleeved dress with a boat neck and a completely bare back except for 2 black chains at the nape of my neck and my waist line. I feel a bit uncomfortable, but my best friend and roommate who lent me the dress would not hear otherwise.

"Black Tiger! You will punish her. Take the sword and tear out her heart where the feeling takes its toll." Black Tiger, who was standing without any expression, but looking at the girl, felt uneasy. She was a good warrior of this gang. He turned away in an imperceptible way but his steps were chained to the Master’s voice. He slowly turned back and looked at the sword. There was a silent plea in the eyes of the girl, but her tongue was silent. She was a young girl of about 25 years of age. She was being punished for her actions because she had deceived them by providing sensitive information to the enemy.