>She ran her hands along her habit. Pathetically driven by fear and anxiety. She pulled an object smaller than her palm from a fairly unspeakable part of her clothing,.

>She couldn’t believe it.

>(A wireless game controller? That means it has its own ID and can produce its own signal to provide its location.)

>“Y-you would forestall a great demon with this…this piece of junk that doesn’t even cost 5000 yen!? Are you kidding me, Aleisterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!?”
W-where did he put it ?

>A shape squirmed. And produced a short scream.

>No, was that a man forcing himself onto a girl?

>An outfit that looked on the border between at-home clothing and sleepwear had been badly torn and the man was reaching for her underwear.

>Perfect.

>That was wandering Coronzon’s honest assessment.
He is writings with his dick again

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