Boutique: Isekai Sex

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She gave him a deed to a three-story townhouse on Silk Street. It even had a basement forge. "The issue," she whispered, leaning in so her

For three days, no one came. They stared. They sniffed. A paladin spat on his rug. "It feels like… a part of me

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