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She has a bed with a blanket. It could be much worse. They could lock her in a stockade on her knees in a freezing pitch black room and continuously slowly drip water on her head at irregular intervals, driving her insane.

Oh hell. That is the kind of thing that can turn a living masturbator into a yandere.

If that house is not yet haunted, it will be after those two ghosts start living there.

This poor boy is a victim of domestic violence and Stockholm Syndrome.

How nice.

Okay, Confectionery Store makes a lot more sense than Stationary Store.

This bitch needs to be publicly disgraced.

If you cannot be a bride, Makaba, I am sure that there is a wolf who would marry you.

Makiba and Sumika are basically the same person. They at least seem to share the same brain cell.

You have to know that you are the mischievous side of your relationship, Poemu.

This is so wonderfully ridiculous.

You have no idea how happy I am that they call them Gorgons instead of Medusas.

Those are penises. Why would a pillar need robotic tentacle penises? How often is this place getting attacked by naked women that it warrants a defense system that includes robot tentacle penises?

I am just glad that their mentor was not Hanabi.

She is several hundred years older than he is, but he will die of old age before she will.

He spoke Russian and she did not understand it. His accent must be atrocious.

Weird. I am not sure whether or not that was consensual. That random boy looked terrified. The count now stands at one hundred and thirty-three non-imaginary boob jobs, fifty-two imaginary boob jobs, fourteen non-imaginary hand jobs, twelve imaginary hand jobs, three thigh jobs, one rim job, twenty-four rapes, and sixteen pairs of extra characters/background characters engaging in explicitly lewd activities.

What was supposed to be in that black circle at the top of page eighteen?

A stationary store, to me, sounds like a place where you would buy pens, paper, notebooks, and the like. Not candy.