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... on Choko's intimate part. Otherwise, she cleaned everything. Choko also did the same for her afterward.

Now being clean, Nero left Big Blue and Luna on guard and said to Choko: "Let's get some sleep. You must also be tired."

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In the middle of her sleep, Choko felt her body become heavy, so she opened her eyes and saw that Nero was practically squashing her. Choko wanted to push her away, but seeing Nero's beautiful face sleeping, which looked more like an angel that fell ...

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