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... learly feel it. Perhaps Miss Soyo had never once forgotten her idea of wanting to spoil him rotten. Her meticulous, mother-like care was honestly a little too powerful.
"…Please, Haru, sit still and don't move around."
Her warm jade-like fingers suddenly pressed harder, sending a current shooting up the back of his neck.
That calm, sweet voice whispered from behind his ear. Standing behind him, Soyo was massaging his shoulders, her hands kneading with just the right stren ...
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