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... he joy on their faces gave me a warm feeling inside and I knew that my decision to make them remember me forever was the right one. Now I just had to do it again for a certain Gremory Heiress.

I cast several cleaning spells on myself to sterilize my still hard erection and started to masturbate at the sight on the bed. Two beautiful pussies that dribbled out what they couldn't absorb. I fought the temptation to clean them and to start licking them again, because that wasn't what I needed ...

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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