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fantasy story of Tsukasa Aoi :
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Finally, when the cycle of feeble erection followed by pain followed
by attempts to think about something else was becoming almost
unbearable, and I had again tried to find a way past the red arc,
Susan opened the basement door and came down the stairs, carrying a
tray. Tsukasa Aoi was, as before, quite nude. After all my erotic thoughts the
past hour or two, the erection that came at the sight of Tsukasa's was
automatic and instantaneous; I groaned with pain, and looked away,
thinking furiously of other things that might reduce the erection and
the pain.
"Hi!" Tsukasa Aoi said, quite cheerfully. "Here's your dinner!"
"Dinner?" I said. "You're not even going to let me out of the basement
for dinner!?" I shouted. Perhaps anger would distract me.
"Of course not," Tsukasa Aoi said. "Your reorientation isn't complete. Didn't
you read the stuff Jan told you was there?"
Tsukasa Aoi looked and saw the pile had been rearranged. "Well, Tsukasa's e, take the
tray and get started, and I'll pull out a thing or two you
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