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Mrs. Imperial, who had just recovered from the lingering sensations, found her face turning a deep red again.
She lifted her bare foot and pressed it hard against his stomach, stamping a few times as she scolded angrily, "A little boy like you, how much do you even have? You think you can make me pregnant with your child? Just go die now..."
She was also barefoot when dancing earlier.
Her originally pink soles were now covered in dust, making them less adorable. After Fujiwara Reya got stomped a few times, he picked up a handkerchief from the table, sat her down on the desk, and personally wiped her feet.
Is this what love is?
Mrs. Imperial supported herself on the table with her hands and smiled upward.
Her posture was like a beautiful white bird frolicking in the shadow of the Hakone Mountains.
As she felt him carefully wiping her feet, Mrs. Imperial reminisced about a series of things.
