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... o felt a bit uncomfortable all over.

Director Moriki is indeed a bit perverted.

But on second thought, no one is perfect, and who doesn’t have a little hobby? Doesn’t she herself like foot massages? Maybe Director Moriki just likes eating milk-stained foam from people’s mouths? She felt that she should tolerate her best friend’s little flaws because good friends should be tolerant of each other!

Moriyama Yasurou wanted to continue chatting, preferably having Minamoto Tama ...

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