Power stone guys☺️☺️☺️
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From this day forward, my top priority shifted, no longer fixated on 9-letter words or avoiding ‘Never.’
“Luna! Where are you?” Mila’s voice interrupted our moment.
A sense of urgency filled the air as a hectic morning began to unfold.
Deciding to take charge, I offered to prepare breakfast for Luna, who was running short on time due to our intimate encounter.
“Let’s go with egg and mayo sandwiches,” I decided, opening the refrigerator for ingredients.
As I rummaged through the contents, I discovered a can of tuna. Inspiration struck, and I decided to add it to the sandwiches.
“This combination is a surefire hit!” I thought to myself, pleased with my impromptu creation.
Mila joined us later, her appetite evident as she devoured her food with enthusiasm. It seemed she was unaware that I had prepared the meal.
“What? Why are you looking at me?” Mila questioned, noticing my gaze fixed on her.
“O-panty-color?” I blurted out, my words causing Mila to recoil in surprise.
“Huh?” Mila responded, clearly taken aback by my question.
“It means, what color is your underwear today?” I clarified, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.
Mila promptly stood up, her expression displaying clear displeasure. It was all in good fun, of course. I didn’t actually expect her to show me.
I merely sought to maintain a unique connection with Mila, one that was both playful and intimate.
As Luna and Mila prepared to leave for school, bidding them farewell at the entrance, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. They had chosen to take public transportation that day, and I found myself missing the moments we shared during our daily commute.
“I guess I enjoyed going to school with Luna. I did,” I admitted to myself, realizing how much I cherished those moments.
Just as I was about to leave, a message from Luna appeared on my phone, bringing a smile to my face.
[Luna]: (A picture showing her panties as she lifts her skirt up slightly) Today, my panties are purple. Big brother, cheer up ♡
Alright. Let’s stay strong today.
Lucas, despite having a meager sum of just 54 coins to his name, was determined not to remain a D-class older brother to his two adorable younger sisters. Today, he felt invincible, ready to face any challenge that came his way.
Since the morning, he had successfully managed to free himself from his sister’s sturdy thighs six times, a small victory that brought him a sense of accomplishment.
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As Lucas arrived at the entrance of Ethol Academy, he noticed a group of cute female students, who appeared to be freshmen, gathered and chattering excitedly. Confused, he wondered what was happening.
“Ah! There he is!”
“We found him!”
“Wow!”
Curiosity piqued, Lucas couldn’t help but ask himself what would cause a crowd of female students to gather at the school entrance. To his surprise, he found himself suddenly surrounded by these young women, their excitement palpable.
The reasons behind their gathering became clear.
“You’re so handsome!”
“Kyaa!”
“Can I take a picture? A photo?”
“You’re so tall!”
“Handsome!”
“Give me your number, please. Your number!”
Laughter and giggles filled the air as the girls expressed their admiration for Lucas. Overwhelmed, he found himself at a loss amidst the throng of female students, their faces and names unknown to him. They clung to him, playfully embracing, groping chests, and holding hands, making him feel both flattered and slightly uncomfortable.
Recognizing the need to establish boundaries, Lucas spoke up firmly, his voice cutting through the excitement.
“Ah, line up. We’ll take the photos one by one.”
“Kyaa~! Yes!!”
Lucas’s commanding presence seemed to have an immediate effect. The girls obediently formed a line, patiently waiting for their turn to take photos with him. His charisma and charm were enough to captivate them without the need for any external manipulation. Lucas realized that he possessed a natural ability to connect with others, a power that didn’t require hypnosis or tricks.
Feeling drained after spending nearly 30 minutes taking photos for the female students, Lucas finally made his way back to the locker room. However, his respite was short-lived as he encountered another student.
“Lucas… Hi…”
There stood Sylvie, a black-haired, buxom female student who seemed to drain his energy like no other. Unlike the noisy crowd before, she exuded a quiet and timid demeanor, as if willing to do anything he asked of her.
Her hands clasped carefully, standing with perfect posture, and her ample bosom pushed forward, Sylvie’s presence was absolutely captivating.
“…Hi, Sylvie,” Lucas greeted her, his voice tinged with curiosity.
“Me too…” Sylvie responded softly, her eyes fixed on him.
“You want a photo too? A picture?” Lucas offered, eager to include her.
Sylvie nodded, her excitement evident. Of course, Lucas thought, with his looks, he should do his part for the greater good.
“Come on. Come closer,” Lucas encouraged, adjusting his height to match Sylvie’s shy disposition.
“I don’t know how to take pictures…” Sylvie confessed, her voice filled with innocence.
“I’ll take it for you. Just open the camera app here…” Lucas guided her, helping her navigate the smartphone.
As he snapped the photo, a timid V made with Sylvie’s fingers caught his attention in the corner of the picture.
“Huh? You haven’t saved my number?” Lucas remarked, realizing that he had forgotten to do so.
“I got the phone yesterday,” Sylvie explained, her lack of smartphone ownership until now becoming apparent.
“Yesterday?” Lucas questioned, somewhat surprised by this.
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