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She sighed again as she pressed her right hand against her forehead, pushing her hair out of her eyes. ‘Another dream again,’ she thought. Yuri then glanced at her desk before walking towards it, and pulled out a peach-coloured photo album from the pile of books stacked neatly on her desk. She then opened it and started flipping through the pages until she’d found the photograph that she had been searching for. A photograph which was that of a younger Yuri as well as another girl. They were both standing outside a school building, and both were smiling at the camera like they have no worries at all.

So it's whatev. Upon seeing all the hickies covering me, some of my family wolf whistles! I blush, but Yuri just chuckled, continuing to completely remove the robe. When my tig' o bitties come out, Grammy exclaims, amused, "Gurl, you've got some big ol' cassava melons! I know why that man's hands be all over you now." She chuckled. I blush harder as Yuri conjured up images of Papi's hands and mouth on me! Yuri laughed, "Oh, his all everything be on us! Hands, lips, tongue-" 'Yuri?!' I whisper yelled at her but she just shrugs nonchalantly, 'What? I'm not not fibbing, it's true.' I sigh, 'Duh, I know that! I just feel like it's not needed right now, is all.' Her four thin, almost see through

Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual. She wore an oversized shirt paired with baggy trousers that resembled a skirt at first glance. She had clear skin, and her bright smile made it impossible to tell that she was a warrior. Her overall demeanor was positive, so Rey was initially taken aback once the introduction was made. "Hello, um… I mean, greetings, Sir! I’m Yuri, as you already know. I assure you, I’m quite capable, so feel free to rely on me whenever you need!" Yuri greeted enthusiastically.

The horrible smell which filled the room, and the sight of so many sliced-up bodies along with their blood and guts, were more than enough to put anyone off. ‘To think that girl did all this…’ Yuri, who seemed sweet and innocent, was the one who horribly mutilated all the bodies at his command. The shock on his face, when he saw how she summoned a blade out of thin air and easily ended so many human lives, was indescribable. It was puzzling how someone who appeared so sweet and harmless on the surface could switch up so easily and rid many of their lives—in horrible ways for that matter. Yuri had made sure each of the men suffered greatly before they died.

"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." 💜

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

Yuri was slowly climbing up the tall platform, escorted by several soldiers. The iron chains dragged on the ground, making sounds as she moved. Yuri appeared indifferent and did not feel worried in the slightest even though she was captured. As a fairy born in the Illusion Virtual World, she was not only kind-hearted but also had a tough personality. However, she was not afraid of death at all. More importantly, she believed that if Darryl were on the same continent as her, he would make an effort to save her when he got the news.

Kathy was busy swiping on her phone, and when she looked at him, there was confused surprise in her eyes. " It's your first photo on your i*******m account. " - Kathy said. " Yes. " - Yuri manage to keep his tone bland even though he had a feeling everyone at the club was now thinking either his account or his mind had been hacked. He could even hear Kellion laughing his damn head off about it. Yuri Daniel Athanas' first i*******m photo is an oh-so-cute bento box. The thought alone was enough to make him mentally wince, but then he saw the sweet, pretty smile on Kathy's rosy lips... Her next words were even sweeter.

While stimulating another point of pleasure, Yuri withdraws his fingers only when he transfers the heat of my body to another. With his clean hand, he lowers the strap of my dress and, shortly after, removes his fingers from me—wet with orgasm. He soaks my still-erect nipple, squeezing and twirling it between his two fingers. "Yuri," I moan his name in a plea. I'm answered when his warm mouth takes the place of his fingers, sucking vigorously, nibbling, and then showcasing his tongue as if savoring its taste in the same way he did with the vodka.

"How does it feel?" "Terrifying. Liberating. Human." Yuri sat beside her. "A year ago, I was Subject 0001. Perfect weapon. Completely controlled. Today, I'm Yuri who laughs at chicken jokes and cries at sad movies and gets frustrated with technology that doesn't work properly. I'm... person. Actual person." "You were always a person. You just couldn't see it."