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7/21/2025, 6:08:50 AM
>>280771578
>"…That’s the tricky part, isn’t it?"
>She haltingly confessed that she wanted me to be utterly, hopelessly infatuated with her.
>But at the same time, she said, her instincts as a woman whispered that she wanted her man to shine even brighter — and that desire was impossible to resist.
>"The man I fell for is desired by so many other women. And I want to take pride in that — and be the last woman standing beside him. That’s what I strongly desire."
>Like how the more vicious and feared a beast is, the more glory there is for the hunter who brings it down — Margit turned her face away while muttering this.
>"…You’re really something."
>Even though she's my partner — what kind of fetish is that?
>"I can’t help it, can I!? It’s just my nature! Is it arrogant to want you to love me, including that part of me!?"
>"No, for someone like me who’s lived by the creed of never forgiving betrayal, it puts me in a really weird mood…"
>In this world, the only thing I hate more than those "shiny black things" that show up in the kitchen is a traitor.
>And I believe that NTR is the most tasteless and vile form of betrayal.
>So, well… how do I put it…
>It’s an incredibly awkward feeling. Margit, with her face bright red, is adorable, but I can’t comprehend it at all, and all sorts of things are getting stuck in my throat, half-chewed and unswallowed.
>"Anyway, that’s the bet! And as a maiden who loves the same man, I genuinely don’t want to shame her too much."
>"So, spending a night together would make Miss Filene happy…?"
>"A woman can live on the memory of a single night’s rendezvous. That’s the kind of creature we are."
>And with a final remark that holding back too much would make a man lose his worth, she leaped down from the watchtower.
>"…That’s the tricky part, isn’t it?"
>She haltingly confessed that she wanted me to be utterly, hopelessly infatuated with her.
>But at the same time, she said, her instincts as a woman whispered that she wanted her man to shine even brighter — and that desire was impossible to resist.
>"The man I fell for is desired by so many other women. And I want to take pride in that — and be the last woman standing beside him. That’s what I strongly desire."
>Like how the more vicious and feared a beast is, the more glory there is for the hunter who brings it down — Margit turned her face away while muttering this.
>"…You’re really something."
>Even though she's my partner — what kind of fetish is that?
>"I can’t help it, can I!? It’s just my nature! Is it arrogant to want you to love me, including that part of me!?"
>"No, for someone like me who’s lived by the creed of never forgiving betrayal, it puts me in a really weird mood…"
>In this world, the only thing I hate more than those "shiny black things" that show up in the kitchen is a traitor.
>And I believe that NTR is the most tasteless and vile form of betrayal.
>So, well… how do I put it…
>It’s an incredibly awkward feeling. Margit, with her face bright red, is adorable, but I can’t comprehend it at all, and all sorts of things are getting stuck in my throat, half-chewed and unswallowed.
>"Anyway, that’s the bet! And as a maiden who loves the same man, I genuinely don’t want to shame her too much."
>"So, spending a night together would make Miss Filene happy…?"
>"A woman can live on the memory of a single night’s rendezvous. That’s the kind of creature we are."
>And with a final remark that holding back too much would make a man lose his worth, she leaped down from the watchtower.
7/14/2025, 1:51:09 PM
>>280559560
>"…That’s the tricky part, isn’t it?"
>She haltingly confessed that she wanted me to be utterly, hopelessly infatuated with her.
>But at the same time, she said, her instincts as a woman whispered that she wanted her man to shine even brighter — and that desire was impossible to resist.
>"The man I fell for is desired by so many other women. And I want to take pride in that — and be the last woman standing beside him. That’s what I strongly desire."
>Like how the more vicious and feared a beast is, the more glory there is for the hunter who brings it down — Margit turned her face away while muttering this.
>"…You’re really something."
>Even though she's my partner — what kind of fetish is that?
>"I can’t help it, can I!? It’s just my nature! Is it arrogant to want you to love me, including that part of me!?"
>"No, for someone like me who’s lived by the creed of never forgiving betrayal, it puts me in a really weird mood…"
>In this world, the only thing I hate more than those "shiny black things" that show up in the kitchen is a traitor.
>And I believe that NTR is the most tasteless and vile form of betrayal.
>So, well… how do I put it…
>It’s an incredibly awkward feeling. Margit, with her face bright red, is adorable, but I can’t comprehend it at all, and all sorts of things are getting stuck in my throat, half-chewed and unswallowed.
>"Anyway, that’s the bet! And as a maiden who loves the same man, I genuinely don’t want to shame her too much."
>"So, spending a night together would make Miss Filene happy…?"
>"A woman can live on the memory of a single night’s rendezvous. That’s the kind of creature we are."
>And with a final remark that holding back too much would make a man lose his worth, she leaped down from the watchtower.
>"…That’s the tricky part, isn’t it?"
>She haltingly confessed that she wanted me to be utterly, hopelessly infatuated with her.
>But at the same time, she said, her instincts as a woman whispered that she wanted her man to shine even brighter — and that desire was impossible to resist.
>"The man I fell for is desired by so many other women. And I want to take pride in that — and be the last woman standing beside him. That’s what I strongly desire."
>Like how the more vicious and feared a beast is, the more glory there is for the hunter who brings it down — Margit turned her face away while muttering this.
>"…You’re really something."
>Even though she's my partner — what kind of fetish is that?
>"I can’t help it, can I!? It’s just my nature! Is it arrogant to want you to love me, including that part of me!?"
>"No, for someone like me who’s lived by the creed of never forgiving betrayal, it puts me in a really weird mood…"
>In this world, the only thing I hate more than those "shiny black things" that show up in the kitchen is a traitor.
>And I believe that NTR is the most tasteless and vile form of betrayal.
>So, well… how do I put it…
>It’s an incredibly awkward feeling. Margit, with her face bright red, is adorable, but I can’t comprehend it at all, and all sorts of things are getting stuck in my throat, half-chewed and unswallowed.
>"Anyway, that’s the bet! And as a maiden who loves the same man, I genuinely don’t want to shame her too much."
>"So, spending a night together would make Miss Filene happy…?"
>"A woman can live on the memory of a single night’s rendezvous. That’s the kind of creature we are."
>And with a final remark that holding back too much would make a man lose his worth, she leaped down from the watchtower.
7/12/2025, 1:02:33 PM
>She haltingly confessed that she wanted me to be utterly, hopelessly infatuated with her.
>But at the same time, she said, her instincts as a woman whispered that she wanted her man to shine even brighter — and that desire was impossible to resist.
>"The man I fell for is desired by so many other women. And I want to take pride in that — and be the last woman standing beside him. That’s what I strongly desire."
>Like how the more vicious and feared a beast is, the more glory there is for the hunter who brings it down — Margit turned her face away while muttering this.
>But at the same time, she said, her instincts as a woman whispered that she wanted her man to shine even brighter — and that desire was impossible to resist.
>"The man I fell for is desired by so many other women. And I want to take pride in that — and be the last woman standing beside him. That’s what I strongly desire."
>Like how the more vicious and feared a beast is, the more glory there is for the hunter who brings it down — Margit turned her face away while muttering this.
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