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... ifting one’s mood—especially when Kotomi Izumi spoke in that soft, sweet tone of hers, a mix between innocent charm and quiet allure. No matter who heard her, man or woman, they’d feel their heart start to melt.
The train attendant was no exception.
At first, she was a little confused as to why this short-haired white-haired girl kept staring at her legs. She thought maybe there was something dirty stuck to her stockings, or perhaps she had accidentally torn them.
Not tha ...
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