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... "What... what do you want to do!"
Hashimoto Miho showed a hint of fear in her eyes.
Her breathing grew more urgent.
Kneeling on the ground, her knees subconsciously shifted backward.
Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t answer her question. With a smile, he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers hang loosely at his hips, and then raised the belt and lashed down.
"Smack!"
The wind from the belt’s movement whistled as it struck through the thin nightgown, a red m ...
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