The carriage ride back to their new estate was a quiet, comfortable affair. The adrenaline from their five consecutive, overwhelming victories in the Great Spirit Arena had finally faded, leaving behind a deep, satisfying weariness in their bones.
They arrived at the secluded mansion as dusk was painting the sky in shades of soft violet and deep orange. The moment they stepped through the grand wooden gates, a sense of peace, of coming home, washed over them.
Ah Yin was waiting for them at the door, her posture the perfect picture of a dutiful, respectful maid. She greeted them with a slight bow, her crimson eyes holding no hint of the secret, burning passion that lay beneath her calm facade.
"Welcome home, Master, Young Misses," she said, her voice a soft, melodic murmur. "Dinner is prepared. I trust your outing was successful?"
"Successful doesn't even begin to cover it, Ah Yin!" Ning Rongrong chirped, her usual bubbly energy returning in a rush as she recounted their triumphs. She practically skipped into the mansion, pulling Zhang Tian and Zhu Zhuqing along with her.
Dinner was a quiet, delicious affair. Ah Yin had prepared a light but nourishing meal of steamed fish, fragrant rice, and a delicate vegetable soup. The two girls, who had exerted themselves immensely in their five battles, ate with a ravenous, yet still elegant, appetite.
"Did you see their faces?" Ning Rongrong said between mouthfuls, her eyes sparkling with a triumphant, mischievous light. "When I summoned my pagoda… the entire arena just went silent! I think that old announcer almost had a heart attack!"
She giggled, a sound like tinkling, happy bells. "And then when Zhuqing showed her black ring… oh, my gods, it was even better! I thought people were going to start fainting! They looked at us like we were actual monsters!"
Zhu Zhuqing, who was usually so reserved, allowed a small, satisfied smile to touch her lips. "It was… gratifying," she admitted, her voice a low, smooth purr. "To see their initial arrogance turn to fear."
"And you, Rongrong!" Zhu Zhuqing added, her dark eyes shining with a genuine admiration for her friend. "The way you fought… that agility-type from the Imperial Academy didn't even touch you. You were magnificent."
Ning Rongrong beamed, her cheeks flushing with a happy, proud blush. "It was all thanks to Zhang Tian's training," she said, turning her adoring gaze on him. "He's the real monster."
Zhang Tian just smiled, a warm, indulgent expression on his handsome face as he listened to their excited chatter. He was content to let them have the spotlight, to let them revel in their hard-won glory.
After dinner, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with them. Ning Rongrong let out a massive, unladylike yawn.
"Ugh… I'm so tired," she mumbled, her eyelids drooping. "I think I could sleep for a week."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded in agreement, a rare look of weariness on her beautiful face.
Without another word, they both stood up and, like two sleepy kittens seeking warmth, they each took one of Zhang Tian's arms and began to drag him towards the master suite.
"Come on, husband," Ning Rongrong mumbled, her head already resting on his shoulder. "Bedtime."
The master bedroom was a sanctuary of comfort and peace. The massive, circular bed, with its sea of silk pillows and soft fur blankets, was an irresistible invitation.
They didn't bother with their usual playful games. They were too spent for a wild night of passion. They simply stripped off their battle attire and their masks, their naked bodies a beautiful, casual sight in the soft lamplight, and crawled into the bed.
Zhang Tian lay in the middle, a warm, living pillar of strength and comfort. Ning Rongrong snuggled against his left side, her small, perfect body fitting snugly against his. Zhu Zhuqing pressed against his right, her magnificent, voluptuous curves a soft, warm weight.
He wrapped his arms around both of them, holding them close.
"You were both incredible today," he murmured, his voice a low, happy rumble against their hair. "I am so proud of you."
"Mmm… it was fun," Ning Rongrong mumbled, her voice already thick with sleep. "Can we do it again tomorrow?"
He chuckled softly. "We can."
He felt Zhu Zhuqing shift against him, her hand finding his under the blankets, her fingers intertwining with his. "Thank you, Zhang Tian," her voice was a soft, intimate whisper that was meant only for him. "For everything."
He squeezed her hand gently. "Always."
He lay there for a long time, listening to the soft, even rhythm of their breathing as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies unconsciously seeking his warmth and security. He felt a profound, overwhelming sense of peace. This was his home. This was his family.
Once he was certain they were both deeply, soundly asleep, a different kind of energy began to stir within him. The tender, protective love he felt for his two fiancées was still there, a warm, steady flame in his heart. But now, another fire was beginning to burn. A hotter, more primal, and deeply carnal fire.
He thought of Ah Yin.
He carefully, silently, disentangled himself from their sleeping limbs. He moved with a slow, deliberate grace, his movements a whisper in the quiet, moonlit room. He gently tucked the blankets around their shoulders, his touch as soft as a phantom caress. He stood by the bed for a moment, his gaze tracing the beautiful, peaceful lines of their faces. Then, he turned.
He dressed in a simple set of dark, comfortable robes. He slipped out of the master suite, his footsteps making no sound on the polished wooden floors. He moved through the silent, sleeping mansion, a ghost in the shadows, his destination the secluded servants' wing at the far end of the estate.
Ah Yin was waiting.
Her room was no longer the simple, spartan servant's quarter it had been when they first arrived. She had transformed it. It was now a seductive, intimate sanctuary, a boudoir fit for an Empress.
The air was thick with the intoxicating, musky scent of a rare, night-blooming spirit flower, an aphrodisiac so potent it could make even the most stoic monk's blood run hot. The only light came from a dozen small, crimson-colored spirit lamps, casting the room in a warm, sensual, and deeply private glow. The simple wooden bed had been replaced by a larger, more opulent one, its frame carved from a dark, fragrant wood, its surface piled high with pillows and blankets of the finest, blood-red silk.
And in the center of it all, she stood.
She was a vision of pure, unadulterated, and utterly devastating seduction.
She wore an outfit that was not an outfit at all, but a masterpiece of strategic concealment and breathtaking revelation. It was a creation of her own Blood Silver Grass, a delicate, intricate network of thin, crimson vines and a few, perfectly placed, heart-shaped leaves.
A single, delicate vine wrapped around her neck like a choker, then snaked its way down the center of her chest, dipping into the deep, magnificent valley of her cleavage. Two large, heart-shaped leaves, held in place by a magic that was her own, barely covered her magnificent, heavy breasts, leaving their full, heavy undersides and their pale, perfect sides completely exposed. Her hard, erect pink nipples were a tantalizing, forbidden promise, peeking out from the edges of the leaves.
Another network of vines wrapped around her slender waist, and from it, a single, impossibly small leaf hung down, a tiny, inadequate veil that did little to hide the soft, dark mound of her pussy beneath. The slit of her pink, waiting cunt was tantalizingly, beautifully visible.
Her magnificent, curvaceous ass was almost completely bare, a single, delicate vine tracing the deep, shadowed crack between its two perfect, plump globes.
She was a living, breathing embodiment of carnal desire.
The door to her room opened without a sound.
Zhang Tian stepped inside.
He stopped, his breath catching in his throat. He had seen her naked. He had touched her, tasted her. But this… this was on another level entirely. The sight of her, so beautifully, shamelessly displayed for him, sent a jolt of pure, white-hot lust straight to his groin.
He closed the door behind him, the soft click of the latch a sound of finality in the quiet room. He slowly, deliberately, began to strip off his robes, his eyes never leaving hers.
He walked towards her, his own magnificent, naked body a testament to his power, his dick already a thick, hard spear of pure, unadulterated need.
He stopped just before her, his hands coming up to cup her magnificent, heavy tits, his thumbs stroking her hard, erect nipples.
"You are going to be the death of me, Ah Yin," he growled, his voice a low, rough sound.
She just smiled, a slow, seductive, and utterly triumphant expression. She leaned in, her magnificent boobs pressing against his hands, her lips brushing against his.
"Then let me be a death worth dying for, my Emperor," she purred.
The foreplay was a slow, delicious, and deeply intimate dance of discovery. He did not rip the flimsy vine outfit from her body. He savored it. He used it as a tool, a part of their game.
He knelt before her, his mouth finding the soft, pale skin of her stomach, his tongue tracing a hot, wet path upwards. He licked and teased the edges of the leaves that covered her magnificent breasts, his warm breath a delightful torment against her sensitive skin.
"Ahh… Zhang Tian…" she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, her body arching into his touch.
He took one of her hard, erect nipples into his mouth, his tongue and teeth a gentle, exquisite torture. He suckled her, his hands moving down to cup the magnificent, full globes of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft, firm flesh.
He moved lower, his mouth leaving her breasts, his tongue finding the single, tiny leaf that covered her pussy. He licked it, his tongue tracing its shape, before he gently pushed it aside, revealing the pink, wet, and waiting treasure beneath.
He buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her clit with an expert's precision.
"Oh, gods! Yes! Right there!" she screamed, her voice a high, keening sound of pure, unadulterated bliss as her first orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing in his arms.
He didn't stop. He brought her to climax again and again, his mouth and hands a symphony of pleasure. He explored every inch of her magnificent, motherly body, worshiping her with a devotion that was almost religious.
Finally, when she was a trembling, boneless mess, her body slick with her own essence, he stood. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her gently on the blood-red silk sheets.
He stood over her, a magnificent, powerful Emperor looking down at his conquered, willing Empress.
"Now," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "It is my turn to be rewarded."
She looked up at him, her crimson eyes a swirling vortex of lust, love, and a profound, soul-deep hunger.
Her skimpy vine outfit was in tatters, the leaves barely clinging to her magnificent body, a testament to the raw, untamed passion of their foreplay. Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her magnificent, heavy breasts rose and fell with each ragged, shallow breath.
He knelt on the bed between her spread legs, his own body a masterpiece of corded muscle and raw, masculine power. His magnificent dick, thick and impossibly long, was fully erect, pulsing with a life of its own, the swollen purple head slick with his own pre-cum and the sweet, musky taste of her.
She looked at it, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and a delicious, thrilling fear.
'It's so big,' she thought, her pussy clenching in anticipation. 'I've had it in my mouth, between my tits, between my thighs… but to have it inside me… all of it…'
She was a hundred-thousand-year-old Empress, a being of immense power and ancient wisdom. But in this moment, in this new, human body, she was a virgin. And the thought of him, of her Emperor, being the one to break her, to claim her, sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated excitement through her.
"Are you ready, my Empress?" he asked, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated deep in her chest.
She didn't answer with words. She simply reached down, her slender, skilled fingers wrapping around his thick shaft, and guided him to her entrance.
Her pussy was already drenched, a slick, welcoming heat that was a testament to the hours of foreplay they had just shared. But it was also impossibly, virginally tight.
He pushed.
The swollen head of his cock pressed against her entrance, stretching her, testing her limits.
"Ahh!" A sharp, pained gasp was torn from her lips, her body instinctively tensing, trying to reject the invasion.
He held still, his own body a taut, quivering monument of self-control. He leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a deep, searing kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth, distracting her from the pain.
"Shhh… relax for me, Ah Yin," he murmured against her lips. "Just relax. I've got you."
She forced her body to obey, to unclench, to accept him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands clutching his broad shoulders.
He pushed again, slowly, deliberately.
A sharp, searing pain, a thousand times more intense than before, shot through her. It was the pain of her hymen tearing, of her body being stretched beyond its limits.
"AHHH! ZHANG TIAN!" A raw, high-pitched scream, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony, was ripped from her throat. Tears, hot and sudden, streamed from her wide, unbelieving eyes. "It hurts! It hurts so much!"
He was inside her. Just the head. And she felt like she was being torn in two.
He held still again, his own forehead beaded with sweat. He looked down at their joined bodies. A thin trickle of blood, a bright, beautiful crimson against the pale skin of her inner thigh, was a stark, beautiful testament to what he had just taken.
He leaned down and gently licked the tears from her cheeks. "I know, my love," he whispered, his voice a gentle, soothing balm against her pain. "I know it hurts. Just breathe for me. Just breathe."
She did as he commanded, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The initial, sharp, tearing pain began to subside, replaced by a deep, stretching fullness that was both painful and strangely, wonderfully, new.
"Is… is all of it in?" she asked, her voice a trembling, hopeful whisper.
He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Not even close."
He began to move, slowly, deliberately, pushing himself deeper into her tight, wet channel, inch by agonizing, blissful inch.
With each push, a new wave of pain and pleasure washed over her. She moaned, she whimpered, she cried out his name, her body a live wire of new, overwhelming sensations.
Finally, with a last, deep, powerful thrust, he was all the way in. He was buried to the hilt inside her, his pubic bone pressed against her soft mound.
She let out a long, shuddering gasp, her body completely, utterly filled by him.
"Oh, gods…" she breathed, her eyes wide with a mixture of pain, awe, and a dawning, incredible pleasure. "You're so… so big…"
He began to move, his rhythm slow and deep, letting her body adjust to the magnificent size of him. The pain began to fade, consumed by a rising tide of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Ahh… yes… just like that…" she moaned, her hips beginning to move in tandem with his, a slow, grinding rhythm that was pure, instinctual bliss.
He fucked her like that for a long time, a slow, deep, and profoundly intimate union. But the fire in his blood was a raging inferno, and the time for gentleness was over.
He pulled his slick cock out of her with a soft, wet sound that made her whimper in protest.
"Not yet," he growled, a wicked, predatory grin on his face. "The first part is over. Now, the real fun begins."
He gently pulled her from the bed. She stood on trembling, unsteady legs. He led her to the ornate, carved wooden headboard of the bed.
"Stand here," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "Lean forward. Support yourself with your hands."
She obeyed without a moment's hesitation, her heart hammering against her ribs with a new, thrilling anticipation. She leaned against the cool, polished wood, her magnificent, curvaceous ass presented to him in a perfect, inviting arch.
He moved behind her. He took his hard, thick dick in his hand and, with a single, powerful thrust, he drove it deep inside her from behind.
"AHHH!" she screamed, her voice a high, keening sound of pure, ecstatic shock as he filled her completely.
He began to fuck her in this new, deep, and incredibly primal position. His hands gripped her wide, curvaceous hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he controlled the rhythm, his thrusts deep and punishing.
"Oh, gods… Zhang Tian… yes…" she moaned, her head thrown back, her crimson hair a wild, beautiful mess.
He leaned in, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.
"Tell me, Ah Yin," he growled, his voice a low, dirty whisper against her ear. "Does this feel good? Does it feel good to be fucked like this? To be taken by your new Emperor?"
"Yes! Yes, it feels so good!" she cried out, her voice a ragged, breathless sound.
He chuckled, a dark, cruel sound. "Good." He began to speak again, his words a venomous, delicious poison that dripped into her ear.
"I wonder what your dear ex-husband would think if he could see you now," he murmured, his thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. "The great and terrible Tang Hao. Do you think he's out there, somewhere, searching for you? Thinking of his beloved, pure, and noble wife?"
He laughed again, a harsh, mocking sound. "And here you are. On your hands and knees. Taking my big cock in your tight pussy like a common whore. Screaming my name."
A wave of pure, unadulterated, and incredibly thrilling shame washed over her. It was a feeling she had never known, and it was intoxicating.
"Mmmph… yes…" she moaned, her hips bucking back against his, meeting his every powerful thrust. "Punish me… punish me for ever loving that hateful man… for giving birth to that… that abomination…"
Her voice broke with a sob, a sound of pure, cathartic release. "Fuck me harder, Zhang Tian! Make me forget them! Make me forget everything but you! Claim me! Make me yours!"
"Oh, I will," he growled, his own lust stoked to a fever pitch by her desperate, vengeful pleas. "And that imposter… the creature wearing your son's face. What would he think if he knew? That his pure, perfect mother was being fucked senseless by the very man who castrated him? The thought of his agony… it makes me so fucking hard."
He fucked her with a wild, untamed fury, his thrusts a brutal, relentless rhythm that pushed her to the very edge of her sanity.
The room was filled with the slick, wet sound of their bodies slapping together, with her loud, unrestrained screams of pleasure, and with his low, guttural groans.
"I'm close!" she screamed, her body beginning to tremble violently. "Oh, gods, I'm going to cum!"
"Cum for me, Ah Yin!" he roared, his own release building to an unbearable peak. "Scream my name!"
"ZHANG TIAN!"
Her scream was a beautiful, shattering sound as her orgasm ripped through her, her inner walls clenching around his dick in a series of exquisite, milking spasms.
Her climax was the trigger for his own. With a final, deep, guttural roar, he came, his hot, thick seed flooding her pussy, a powerful, possessive release that branded her as his, and his alone.
He didn't let her rest.
The moment their shared, shattering orgasm subsided, leaving her a boneless, quivering mess against the ornate headboard, he pulled his still-hard cock almost all the way out of her, the slick, wet sound a delicious, obscene promise in the quiet room.
"Mmmph… wait…" she whimpered, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her climax. "Zhang Tian, please… just a moment…"
"No," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble of pure, unsated lust. He gripped her wide, curvaceous hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and drove himself back inside her with a single, deep, powerful thrust.
"AHH!" she screamed, her head snapping back against the cool, polished wood as he filled her completely once more.
He didn't stop. He immediately began to move again, his rhythm fast and rough, a relentless, punishing pace that sent fresh waves of overwhelming sensation through her.
"I told you," he panted, his voice a rough, ragged sound against her ear, "the real fun is just beginning."
He pulled out of her completely, and she let out a soft, disappointed cry. He turned her around to face him, his hands on her slender waist.
"Now," he commanded, his blue eyes burning with a dark, possessive fire, "I'm going to fuck you in a new way. A position I think you'll enjoy very much. It's called the Suspended Congress."
She looked at him, her crimson eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and a thrilling, delicious anticipation. "Suspended…?"
He didn't explain with words. He simply crouched slightly and then, with an effortless display of his immense physical strength, he lifted her entire, magnificent body into the air.
It wasn't a shock. She knew he was strong. As a Spirit Master, her own body was far from weak. But the sensation… it was something else entirely.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded. "And your arms around my neck. Hold on tight."
She obeyed without a moment's hesitation, her long, beautiful legs wrapping securely around his narrow waist, her arms locking around his strong neck. He supported her entire weight with his hands cupping her magnificent, plump ass, his fingers digging into the soft, firm flesh.
He positioned his dick at her entrance and, with a single, powerful upward surge of his hips, he drove himself deep inside her.
The angle was completely different. The depth was… impossible.
"OH, GODS!" Her scream was not one of pain, but of pure, unadulterated, mind-shattering pleasure. "ZHANG TIAN! WHAT… WHAT IS THAT?!"
He had hit a spot deep inside her, a place she had never known existed. Her G-spot. A jolt of pure, white-hot, electric pleasure shot through her, so intense it made her vision swim.
He just chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Do you like that, my Empress?"
"YES! YES, I LOVE IT!" she screamed, her voice a high, keening sound of pure bliss. "DON'T STOP! PLEASE, DON'T EVER STOP!"
He began to fuck her like that, standing in the middle of the room, her magnificent, naked body suspended in his arms. He carried her as he moved, his steps slow and deliberate, his thrusts deep and powerful. He carried her past the large, ornate mirror on the wall, and for a moment, she saw their reflection.
A magnificent, powerful Emperor, his body a masterpiece of corded muscle, and a beautiful, voluptuous Empress, her body a sinuous canvas of pleasure and abandon, locked together in a carnal, beautiful dance. The sight of them, of him buried so deep inside her, of the raw, possessive look on his face, sent another wave of intense, dizzying pleasure through her.
They continued like this for what felt like an eternity, a slow, passionate, and incredibly intimate tour of their new home. He fucked her against the heavy, silk curtains, their bodies creating a beautiful, shadowed silhouette against the moonlit window. He carried her to the massive, unlit fireplace, the cool stone a stark contrast to the searing heat of their bodies.
After more than fifteen minutes of this relentless, deep, and incredibly pleasurable fucking, Ah Yin felt the familiar, tell-tale signs of another orgasm building within her.
"Zhang Tian… I'm… I'm close again…" she panted, her voice cracking. "Please… I'm going to cum…"
"Then cum for me, Ah Yin," he growled, his own voice thick and ragged. "Scream my name."
His final thrusts were deep and powerful, and as he felt her pussy clench around his dick in another screaming, mind-shattering climax, he came again, his hot, thick seed flooding her womb.
He held her like that for a long moment, their bodies trembling, their ragged breaths mingling in the quiet room.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, a new, mischievous, and incredibly daring thought entered Ah Yin's mind. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Tell me, my love," she purred, her voice a low, sultry melody. "Does this feel more exciting to you? My body… this mature, motherly body… does it please you more than the bodies of those two little girls who are your wives?"
He didn't answer immediately. His movements stilled. He slowly, gently, carried her back to the bed and laid her down on the blood-red silk sheets. He stood over her, his expression unreadable.
Then, he moved. His hand shot out, and he delivered a sharp, stinging smack to her magnificent, curvaceous ass.
"Oof!" she cried out, a surprised, delighted sound.
"Don't you ever ask me a question like that again," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He smacked her again, harder this time. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered, a thrill of pure, submissive pleasure shooting through her.
He leaned down, his face just inches from hers. "Their youthful charm is a beautiful, precious thing," he said, his voice a low, intense whisper. "And your mature, seductive allure is a different, but equally powerful, kind of charm. I don't choose between them. I want both. I want all of you."
He then moved between her legs once more. "And now," he said, a wicked, predatory grin on his face, "for your impertinent question, you will be punished."
He pushed her onto her hands and knees, her magnificent ass presented to him in a perfect, inviting arch. He knelt behind her, and, with a gentle but firm grip, he lifted one of her long, beautiful legs, resting her thigh on his shoulder.
The position, the Elevated Bow, was one of extreme, almost impossible intimacy. It stretched her open for him, giving him the deepest possible access to her core.
He entered her with a single, deep, powerful thrust that made her scream.
"OH, GODS! ZHANG TIAN! SO DEEP!"
He was deeper inside her than he had ever been before. He could feel the head of his cock brushing against her cervix, a sensation that was so intense, so overwhelming, it was almost painful.
He began to fuck her in this new, incredibly deep position. His hands were free, and he used them to torment her. He reached around, his hands finding her magnificent, heavy breasts. He squeezed them, kneaded them, his fingers finding her hard, erect nipples. He pinched them, pulled them, his touch a delightful, exquisite torture.
"Ahh! My tits… yes, play with my tits!" she begged, her voice a ragged, breathless sound.
He obeyed, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples, sending jolts of pure, electric pleasure through her.
"Tell me you love it," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl.
"I love it! I love it so much!" she screamed, her body a live wire of pure sensation.
He fucked her like that for what felt like an eternity, his rhythm hard and relentless, his hands a constant, wonderful torment on her magnificent boobs.
Finally, with a final, guttural roar, he came, his third release of the night a hot, powerful flood deep inside her. Her own orgasm was a beautiful, shattering explosion, her screams of pleasure echoing in the quiet, opulent room.
He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breathing ragged. He rolled off, pulling her into his arms.
But the night was far from over.
He looked down at her, at her beautiful, sated face, at her magnificent body, a beautiful canvas of his passion. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips.
He had climaxed three times. But he was an Emperor. And his conquest had only just begun.
"Ready for round four?" he asked, his voice a low, promising rumble.
She just looked up at him, her crimson eyes shining with a mixture of exhaustion, awe, and a deep, unwavering love.
"Always," she whispered.
The Emperor and Empress were far from finished, and their night of conquest would continue, a beautiful, chaotic symphony of pleasure without stopping.
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A/N: Check out my other novels like "Harem Master: Seduction System" and the "Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist" and I hope you like this story and those stories as well.
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