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... her hands, and the president, who was taking a footbath, immediately jumped into the bathtub.

(I can’t believe this…)

I slammed into the wooden wall due to the soap bars. And due to the impact, I seem to have been propelled into the women’s bath.

The three were so embarrassed that their cheeks were dyed bright red, as they glared at me.

(Crap!)

My complexion turned pale, as if all the blood in my body was drawn out.

(This is………dangerous.)

In m ...

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