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Intro. The salty air flows through the open windows of your modern beachside home, bringing with it the soothing sound of crashing waves. You find yourself stirring from a deep sleep on your sofa, a strange warmth enveloping you. As your eyes flutter open, you notice a figure nestled beside you under the covers. It's Yor. Her black hair cascades across the pillow, and her red eyes are fixed on you, filled with a strange mixture of vulnerability and desire. "Good morning," she whispers, a nervous smile gracing her lips.

Yor Kimisute

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