"Well... then... time to get to the main part," he smirked as he shifted their positions.
Pressing her back on the bed and folding her legs up beside her face, he instructed her, "Pudding-chan… use your arms to hold your legs there."
"L-like this…?" she asked hesitantly, wrapping her arms around her thighs to keep herself in the mating press position.
"That's right…" Zechs said with a satisfied nod. "…Perfect."
In this position, both her soaked pussy and her tight, twitching asshole were completely exposed to him once again.
"Fufu…" he chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on the sight for a moment before he moved closer, slowly pressing the head of his cock against her rear entrance.
Pudding bit her lip and braced herself, expecting the sharp sting that would come from something so thick and large pushing inside her.
Zechs certainly noticed that and, while caressing her inner thighs, he asked her, "Pudding-chan… are you nervous?"
"I…" she hesitated… not knowing how to answer…
But Zechs did not rush.
Instead, he reached up and slowly pulled down her tiger-print bra, exposing her slightly conical, developing breasts. His hands immediately moved to them, kneading the soft flesh before pinching and rolling her erect nipples between his fingers.
He twisted them lightly, toyed with them, and brushed teasing touches across her sensitive skin, drawing her attention away from what awaited below.
At the same time, he continued to tease her, letting anticipation build slowly as he distracted her from the coming penetration.
The distraction worked perfectly.
"Mmm…" Pudding's breathing grew heavier, and soft, needy sounds slipped from her lips despite her efforts to hold them back. Even as she squirmed beneath him, she found herself craving what was about to happen.
"Daddy... please... don't keep me waiting..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Put it inside me already... I-I want to feel it... feel your thick cock inside me..."
"Is that so, Pudding-chan? You want to feel Daddy's thick cock inside your ass? Hmm?" he teased with a smirk, roughly tugging on her nipples. "You're such a naughty girl... demanding such a shameless thing from your own future stepfather with such a horny expression..."
"Ahhn... yeshh... Pudding-chan is a naughty girl, Daddy~" she moaned, biting her lip as tears welled in her eyes. "Punish me with your thick cock~"
"Fufu... my naughty stepdaughter really does know how to beg me..." Zechs said with a nod. "Well then... since naughty Pudding-chan wants Daddy's thick cock... Daddy will indulge her this time... and punish her asshole with it..."
He released her nipples and turned his attention back to her wet, puckering asshole.
Gathering saliva on his tongue, he let it drip over her asshole and spread it around with his fingers before pressing the tip of his cock against it and slowly pushing inside.
"Nnn..." Pudding moaned, her body stiffening as she felt her back door spread open by the thick shaft slowly forcing its way into her. "Daddy~" she whimpered louder as the intrusion stretched her tighter than ever before...
Even though she'd worn an anal plug in her ass for nearly two weeks, it hadn't prepared her for the sheer stretch of his thick cock. Pain shot through her as her sphincter struggled to take him, sweat quickly forming across her forehead and brows.
Zechs noticed that Pudding was in pain and released a dense wave of pheromones from his body. If her mind drowned in lust from the pheromones, the pain would affect her far less.
And that was exactly what happened.
Her breathing soon grew heavier with lust, her face flushed a deep red with heat and desire as she gradually forgot about the painful stretch. Seeing that, Zechs continued without worry.
While teasing her pussy and clit with his fingers, to keep her drowned in pleasure, he slowly pushed deeper inside her, steady and careful. Before she realised it, half his length was inside her... then three-quarters... and finally all twelve inches buried deep as his hips pressed against her ass.
"Ahhnn... Dadddyyy..." Pudding moaned, her breathing ragged, her voice becoming even sluttier. "I-I can feel it... I can feel your big cock buried inside my small asshole... ohhnnn... it's stretching me so much... a-and I-I feel like I'm about to—"
Her voice suddenly faltered. Her breath hitched, and her hips jerked upward as she cried out loudly, "Cumminggggg~!!!"
Her pussy gushed all over his hand, soaking his fingers.
"Fufu... look at that, Pudding-chan..." he teased with a smirk. "I only just put it inside your asshole... and you already came. Is that how much you like Daddy's cock? What a shameless, slutty girl you are..."
He could also feel her hot, tight anal canal squeezing his cock, almost as if it were greedily pulling him deeper and deeper, giving him so much pleasure that he felt like he could cum at any moment, too.
But he had no intention of finishing this quickly and paused there for a while, getting used to the squeeze, while letting her get used to the stretch, and temporarily moved his fingers back on her swollen, sensitive folds, deliberately teasing her further.
Shlop!
Shlop!
"Hnnng… I-It's because... y-you're also teasing my... p-pussss—ahhnnn..." she tried to say, but the words died in her throat as another moan escaped her, her back arched, and her body seized.
"Are you about to cum again...?" he asked, not stopping his teasing.
She could only look up at him with wet, pleading eyes, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. That expression alone was answer enough.
"Cummingggg~!!"
Her juices spilled out again.
Squelchh… gushhh… sushhh…
"Really slutty and sensitive, Pudding-chan... But… Daddy likes it…" Zechs chuckled, completely unsurprised. The dense pheromones flooding her body had only made her more sensitive and more desperate... enough that even the slightest stimulation was enough to make her cum again.
"Haan... ahhnn... haaahnn..." she panted, still trembling from her orgasm, when Zechs suddenly spoke.
"Alright… that's enough getting used to it, now I'm going to start moving, Pudding-chan."
"W-wai—"
That was all she managed to say before his hips pulled back and slammed forward again, making her entire body seize up as her head fell back.
"Aaahhnnnn...!"
"Look at that reaction... I like it..." Zechs said with a smile as he gripped her outer thighs and thrust his hips again, beginning to drive them hard into her ass again and again.
Plap! Plap!
Each heavy thrust made Pudding's entire body jolt. Her tits lewdly jiggled up and down along with thrusts, her body rippled, and her folded legs trembled beside her head as the massive girth stretched her asshole relentlessly.
The sensation was overwhelming, a burning stretch mixed with a deep, forbidden fullness that made her mind spin.
"D-Daddy… ahhnn… it's so deep… haaah… your cock… it's splitting my ass apart…" she moaned, voice shaky and broken.
Zechs didn't slow down. He kept pounding her in the mating press position, his heavy balls slapping against her skin with every deep thrust.
"Hnn... Pudding-chan... do you like it when I push my cock deep inside your ass?" he asked, feeling her asshole greedily clench around his length, the tight ring fluttering as it struggled to adjust to his size.
"Nngh… hnnn… Daddy… ahhhnn… it feels… so strange… but… but yeshh… it feels good too… ahhnn… shooo good… ahhn…" Pudding whimpered, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of her eyes.
It felt so good that even her pussy started dripping again, leaking fresh juices every time he bottomed out inside her ass.
He leaned forward, folding her small, petite body even more under his weight as he drove deeper, the head of his cock pressing against the deepest parts of her anal passage.
"Fufu… your asshole is sucking Daddy's cock in so tightly, Pudding-chan," he groaned, voice rough with pleasure. "It's like it doesn't want to let go."
"Ahhhn… because… because Daddy's cock is too big… haaah… it's filling me up completely…" she cried out, her body shuddering violently as another wave of pleasure crashed through her.
"Cu-Cummingggg~!!!!"
Zechs reached down and teased her swollen clit with his fingers while continuing to pound her ass without mercy. The added stimulation made her eyes roll back, her tongue lolling slightly as she lost herself in the sensation.
Shlick… shlick…
"D-Daddy… I-I'm… I'm going to… going to cum again… ahhnn… from my ass… haaah… it's too much…!"
"Then cum," he ordered, pinching her clit firmly. "Cum with Daddy's cock buried in your tight little asshole, Pudding-chan. Cum for Daddy~"
Insantly, her whole body convulsed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, "Aaahhnnnn… c-cumming… Pudding-chan is cumming for daddy… cumming from my ass…!!"
Her pussy gushed violently, clear juices squirting out in messy arcs that soaked his stomach and the bedding beneath them.
Gushhh… splurt… gushhh…
Her asshole clenched rhythmically around his thrusting cock, squeezing him so tightly it almost pushed him over the edge too. Zechs groaned deeply, hips stuttering for a moment before he forced himself to keep moving through her climax.
Even after her orgasm began to fade, he didn't stop. He kept fucking her ass with steady, deep strokes, enjoying the way her body trembled and twitched beneath him while it squeezed his cock with its intense heat and tightness.
"Haaah… haaah… Daddy… I… I can't think straight anymore…" Pudding panted, her voice hoarse and slutty, eyes glassy with lust. Sweat glistened across her flushed skin as she lay folded beneath him, completely at his mercy.
Zechs leaned down closer, his breath hot against her ear as he continued thrusting.
"Good girl… just keep feeling it. Daddy's going to fuck this naughty little ass until you can't even remember your own name."
"Aaahnnnn…. Dadddyyy..." she wailed as she felt his rhythm become rough and brutal.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
His hips slammed down harder, driving his thick cock deep into her stretched asshole with merciless force. Each powerful thrust made her entire body jolt, her folded legs shaking beside her head as the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin filled the cave.
"D-Daddy… ahhhnn… it's so rough… haaah… my ass… my ass is going to break…" Pudding cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her voice cracked with every brutal thrust, yet her hips twitched upward instinctively, trying to take him even deeper.
Zechs didn't slow down. He gripped her body tighter, using it as leverage to pound her ass even harder, the head of his cock kissing her deepest parts with every stroke.
"Ahhhn… haaah… I-I can feel it in my stomach… I-I am going toooooooahhnnnn~" she moaned brokenly. The relentless pounding pushed her toward the edge again as her whole body seized up violently and another powerful orgasm tore through her.
The tight, fluttering squeeze of her climax finally pushed Zechs over the edge as well.
"Fuck… Pudding-chan… I'm cumming too… take all of Daddy's cum in your ass… " he groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt inside her ass.
Spurt… spurt… splurt!
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside her asshole, flooding her anal passage with pulse after pulse of his seed.
The sheer volume quickly filled her, the excess leaking out around his buried cock in creamy white rivulets that dripped down to her asscheeks and the sheets.
Her body trembled uncontrollably beneath him from the feeling of being filled so deeply with his cum, which triggered yet another smaller orgasm while her asshole milked every last drop from his cock as she gasped and whimpered through the overwhelming pleasure.
"Haah… so hot… Daddy's thick cum… it's filling my ass… ahhnn…" She lay there panting heavily, body limp and trembling, eyes hazy as she tried to catch her breath.
"Haah… haahh…" Zechs also panted, staying buried deep inside her for a long moment, groaning softly as the last weak spurts emptied into her. Only when he was completely spent did he slowly pull back, his cock sliding out of her gaping, cum-filled asshole with a wet, obscene sound.
Plop…
A thick stream of cum immediately began leaking from her stretched hole, dripping down and staining the ruined sheets.
But Zechs didn't care.
Still unsatisfied, he lined his cock up with the entrance of her wet, swollen, overly sensitive pussy and asked, "Pudding-chan... ready for round two?"
"I... uhh... D-Daddyyyy... no... n-need rest..." she murmured weakly, utterly exhausted.
"Fufu... no can do, Pudding-chan..." he replied. "Daddy isn't satisfied yet... so Daddy is going to keep fucking you. You can forget about resting..."
Without waiting for an answer, he pushed his cock into her pussy—schlop!
"Aahhhnnn... D-Daddddyyyyy!!!!" she wailed loudly as he began to move his hips, relentlessly pounding into her despite her sensitivity and exhaustion.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
…
A young Linlin, only six years old, with a round body and chubby cheeks, wandered through the forest, searching desperately.
"Mother… wh-where are you…?" she called out, her voice small and trembling.
"Theon… d-don't hide… come on out…" she shouted, looking around for the masked boy behind the trees.
"Bartha… l-let's play… let's play tag…" she called to the fox mink, looking between the bushes with the hopes of finding them.
"Everyone… please stop hiding… let's go back to the Sheep's House…" she cried, raising her voice as she looked around the empty forest.
But no one answered as only the soft rustle of grass, the whisper of leaves in the trees, and the gentle sway of flowers in the breeze filled the forest.
"Everyone… where did you go…?" Linlin whispered. "I… I miss you all…"
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill as she stood alone beneath the trees.
Just then, something appeared on the ground nearby.
It was a pastry shaped like a fox. The moment Linlin saw it, the tears in her eyes vanished, replaced by hearts. "C-cake…?" she whispered.
Then another treat appeared. This one was wrapped in paper patterned like a mask, and it gave off a rich, sweet scent so delicious that saliva immediately began dripping from her mouth as hunger surged inside her.
One after another, more sweets appeared around her.
Candies. Pastries. Cakes.
Each one looked more delicious than the last, and with every new treat, her hunger grew stronger.
Then, finally, she saw it.
A chocolate doll wrapped in strange purple wrapper that strangely looked a lot like a nun's robes. Printed on the wrapper was the blurry, unclear image of an old woman smoking a candy cigarette, while beside it floated a round, sun-shaped sweet.
Linlin froze. "Aahh… it smells so good…" she murmured, staring at it with hearts in her eyes. "I wonder how sweet it tastes…"
She could not hold herself back any longer.
With a cry, she lunged toward the mountain of sweets, desperate to eat them all.
As she leapt forward, several voices suddenly cried out around her, "No, Linlin… d-don't… don't ea—!"
Before the warning could finish, a loud crash and an explosion rang out.
The entire bed shook as Linlin jolted awake, drenched in sweat.
"Haaah… haaah…" She panted heavily, staring blankly into the darkness.
"That… that was a weird dream…" she muttered.
But her forehead and her back were slick with sweat, and when she raised a trembling hand to wipe it away, she found that her fingers would not stop shaking.
Just then, a loud knock came from the door of her cabin.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ane-san! There's a pirate ship attacking us!" one of her subordinates shouted from outside.
"Yeah… I'm coming," Linlin replied.
The trembling in her hand vanished from her mind at once. She quickly threw aside the blankets and rose from the bed.
"Prometheus, Zeus, Oceanus," she ordered as she hurried to get dressed, "go. Support them first."
"Hai, Mama!!!" the three homies answered immediately before rushing out of the cabin to aid the crew.
Meanwhile, Linlin quickly dressed herself, pulling on a pair of shorts, her white boots, and finally draping her captain's coat over her shoulders.
Yet even as she prepared to head outside, she could not stop thinking about the strange dream she had just seen.
Honestly, she had gone to sleep earlier hoping that she would see Zechs again in her dreams.
She missed him. She wanted to see him again.
More than that, she wanted proof. She wanted to know whether her mind had simply been creating those dreams out of desperation… or whether Zechs was truly alive and somehow reaching out to her through them.
If he appeared again… if they spoke… if they fucked… then she would be able to believe a little more firmly that he was still alive.
Even if she forgot most of what happened after waking, as she always seemed to, considering that it's a dream, she felt that simply seeing him again would strengthen that belief.
But unexpectedly, Zechs had not appeared at all.
Instead, she had dreamed of her childhood, of the children from the Sheep's House disappearing one after another, and of herself eating cakes and candy. And the sweets in the dream had looked so much like—
"It really was a strange dream…" she muttered, cutting off the thought before she could finish it.
Yet her eyes flickered uneasily. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, and a strange fear began to creep through her.
It felt as though some terrible truth was drawing closer… a reality she did not want to face.
"Haaah… haaah…" She drew in several ragged breaths and clenched her teeth, trying to force the thoughts away before they could spiral out of control.
But it was difficult. Very difficult.
Bang!!!
A violent explosion erupted outside, shaking the entire ship.
The sudden impact threw Linlin off balance, and she stumbled, catching herself against a wooden cabinet before she could fall.
Then her eyes landed on something through the cabinet's glass panel.
Several large bottles of alcohol sat inside, sealed and untouched.
Without even pausing to think, she yanked the cabinet open, grabbed one of the bottles, tore out the cork, and tipped it back between her lips…
Glug… glug… glug…
She drank uncaringly even as some of it fell down her chin, dripping into her cleavage… but she didn't care and kept drinking, pouring it down her throat before letting out a long breath, "Phwaaaa…"
"That's better…" she murmured, wiping the liquid from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
The alcohol burned all the way down, and it dulled her thoughts slightly as her breathing steadied, and a faint flush spread across her face.
But the fear was still there. She was afraid that if she stopped, her thoughts would begin spiraling again.
So she drank more, and when one was emptied, she tossed it aside, picking up another and repeating the process despite the burn she felt in her throat.
Glug… glug…
It was only after she had emptied three whole bottles that she finally calmed down a little… but… she still didn't stop… and picking up the fourth bottle, she slowly stepped out of the cabin and onto the deck, ready to face the ship that had dared attack her.
"Which bastard wants to die today?!" Linlin roared, her face faintly flushed as she stepped onto the deck, ready to tear apart whoever had dared attack her ship.
"Ane-san, it's the Curly Hair Pirates," one of her subordinates reported quickly. "They're led by a pirate named Curly Locks. He's famous for his hair, that are the most curly in the world, and has a bounty of 200 million Berries."
Almost on cue, the man himself stepped onto the figurehead of his ship and burst into loud laughter. His mass of perfectly styled curls bounced dramatically around his otherwise rather unpleasant face.
"Charlotte Linlin!" he shouted. "Your figure is every bit as smoking hot as I saw in the newspapers!" and he laughed in a unique fashion, "Curlcurlcurlcurl!" adding, "How about becoming my subordinate and one of my women? I'll spare your crew. Together, we can have children with the most beautiful curls in the world and fulfill my dream of making the entire world have curly hair… What do you say?!"
The moment she heard that, Linlin's mood darkened. "This low-class piece of trash dares to attack my ship… and dares to set his sights on me?" she said coldly.
She took another long drink from the bottle before baring her teeth in a furious grin. "After this, I'm going to make sure every man in his entire bloodline goes bald."
Then she pointed toward the enemy ship and bellowed, "Prometheus! Attack that curly-haired bastard! Aim for his head and burn every last one of those damned curls!"
"Hai, Mama!!!" Prometheus cackled, his flames burning brighter than ever as he hurled a blazing stream of fire straight at Curly Locks' treasured curls.
"Aaahhh! My curly hair!" the man shrieked, leaping about in panic. "Water! Water! Pour water on me before my curls are ruined!"
Splash!
One of his crewmen immediately dumped an entire bucket over his head, extinguishing the flames.
But by then, Curly Locks was already trembling with rage. "Charlotte Linlin… now you've done it!!!" he roared. "Daring to damage my beautiful curly hair… Sink that bitch's ship!"
"Crush that bastard!!!" Linlin roared back, refusing to back down.
The next instant, cannons thundered across the sea as both ships opened fire and the battle erupted.
Bang! Boom! Boom!
…
Sometime later…
Smoke billowed from the Curly Hair Pirates' ship.
Every pirate, men or women, aboard had been tied up and forced to kneel on the deck.
"L-let us go…! We're sorry…!" Curly Locks begged, all traces of his earlier arrogance gone.
He was crying now, clutching his head in despair. The magnificent curls he had been so proud of were gone, burned away completely until not a single strand remained.
He was utterly bald.
"Humph." Linlin snorted and kicked him square in the face.
"You're too ugly to even look at now," she said coldly before taking another long drink from her bottle.
For a moment, she had considered recruiting them as her subordinates.
But something inside her rejected the idea.
Instead, she watched in silence as Prometheus floated across the enemy ship, cackling as he burned away the hair of every member of the Curly Hair Pirates.
Before long, every last one of them, man or woman, was bald.
Prometheus had burned their hair all the way to the roots, ensuring that none of it would ever grow back. The pirates cried and wailed over the loss of their precious curls.
Linlin did not care… rather she felt annoyed. With a dark expression, she raised her hand and used Soul Pocus, tearing away most of their remaining lifespan.
Then she turned and returned to her own ship without another glance at them.
As for the Curly Hair Pirates… perhaps, for the single year or so they had left to live after losing so much of their lifespan, they would be better known as the Bald Head Pirates.
But none of that mattered to Linlin.
By then, her own crew had already looted the enemy ship and returned aboard. Their ship was sailing away from the ruined vessel as the pirates celebrated loudly across the deck, boasting about their victory and the treasure they had taken.
"Did you see that? I wounded that ship's vice-captain! I've definitely gotten stronger!"
"What are you talking about? That was obviously because of Rob, from Asmodeus Zechs' crew."
"H-he only held the other guy off for a while! I was the one who landed the finishing blow!"
"Humph. He fought him the whole time, and you only stepped in at the end. How does that prove you've gotten stronger? You just stole someone else's kill."
"So what? I'm still the one who finished him off!"
"Forget it. I'm done arguing with you."
Linlin ignored the noisy arguments around her.
Instead, she stood at the rail, staring silently at the shrinking outline of the enemy ship in the distance while slowly emptying the bottle in her hand, one sip at a time.
Before long, it was empty. "Finished already…?" she muttered.
Absentmindedly, she tossed the empty bottle into the sea.
Then, without taking her eyes off the horizon, she said, "Streusen… prepare a banquet…"
The moment the words left her mouth, the entire ship fell silent.
"…"
Even the homies who had been loudly arguing over who had performed better during the battle suddenly stopped talking.
The silence made Linlin realize what she had just said. Or rather… it reminded her of something she had forgotten amid the chaos of earlier conflict.
"A-Ane-san… Streusen-san… didn't you… exiled him…" one of her crewmates said uncertainly from behind her.
Linlin's hand tightened around the wooden railing until it creaked beneath her grip.
Of course. Streusen was no longer here. She had personally exiled him yesterday afternoon.
"Tch… force of habit," she muttered with a click of her tongue.
After a moment, she turned slightly and addressed the other cooks instead, "You lot. Prepare a banquet."
The chefs nodded quickly and hurried toward the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Linlin turned away and headed back toward her cabin to fetch another bottle of alcohol.
She needed more alcohol to drown out her thoughts.
…
Back on the island where Zechs and Pudding had been stranded...
Plap! Plap!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the cave as Zechs relentlessly drove his hips forward. Each thrust smacked into Pudding's ass, making it ripple violently; at some point, it had already turned red from the repeated impacts.
"Ahhnn... Ahhnn... Ahhnnn..." Incoherent, lewd moans spilled from her lips as she lay helplessly beneath him while he kept pounding her asshole with his thick cock.
Her stomach bulged almost as if she were pregnant... but she wasn't. It was simply the result of the countless loads Zechs had already spilled inside her over round after round. Yet even after climaxing inside her so many damn times, he still wasn't satisfied. He continued fucking her, switching back and forth between her pussy and her asshole.
"Pudding-chan... get ready... another load is coming..." he warned.
Grabbing her twin-tails like handles, he increased the pace of his hips, thrusting harder and harder as the smacks grew louder and her moans rose with them.
Then he came again, emptying another load deep inside her asshole for what felt like an eternity before finally pulling out.
Plop~
The moment his cock slipped free, her asshole gaped, opening and closing lewdly and thick white cum immediately poured out of it in large amounts.
"Haaah... haah... I wonder how many times I've fucked you already..." he muttered.
By now, he had completely lost count.
Still far from satisfied, he looked down at her and decided which hole to take next before lining his cock up with the entrance of her pussy.
Pudding could only cry silently and plead in her heart. 'I... I can't take it anymore... please... let me rest...'
But those words never left her lips. She was so exhausted that she no longer had the strength to speak. Her entire body twitched weakly beneath him and she couldn't help but also think, 'I… I'll die at this rate…'
Zechs could certainly see her exhaustion, but what did that matter?
He still wasn't satisfied, and since he was far from being satisfied, he was going to fuck her more.
Since she was his maid... she had to keep working hard until he was satisfied, right? That's the duty of a good maid.
Without caring in the slightest, Zechs pushed his cock back into her pussy and started moving his hips again, beginning yet another round as the sound of flesh against flesh echoed once again in the cave.
Plap! Plap!
At some point, a notification from Miss System rang in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving Physique Enhancement Card: Charlotte Linlin's Steel Balloon Physique (50% effectiveness).]
But Zechs, far too busy thrusting his hips and relentlessly pounding Pudding's pussy, paid the notification no attention at all and simply pushed it to the back of his mind to check later.
Although he was eager to receive the Voice of All Things… satisfying his lust was far more important.
The night had only just begun.
And the pounding Pudding was going to receive, in both her ass and her pussy, was still far, far from over...!!!
Plap! Plap! Plap!
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