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... e wind rippled like a curtain blown by the breeze.

Today looks like a beautiful day. I thought.

"Good morning." A sweet voice tickled my ears.

Looking to my left, Megu was curled on the bed with nothing on but a blanket that only covered half of her nakedness. Her breasts almost slipped past her hands that were propped on her cheeks, and I could see her pinkish tips that were erect from the morning cold.

Her face was right next to mine, so close that I could feel ...

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