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Frieren: "Would a human's body be harmed after mating? I've never heard of such a thing."

Rei Ao: "No, it wouldn't."

Rei Ao: "But I'm much stronger than an ordinary human. If you're curious, you can ask Saeko Busujima for details."

Frieren: "@Saeko Busujima, can you tell me? I'd like to study it."

Stella: "..."

Stella was about to lose her mind.

The topics in the chat group were way too bold and explicit!

Saeko Busujima: "Mm... very ...

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