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400 Years Apart	By : Cynthermes Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 4238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Mirage of Blaze and its characters solely belong to Kuwabara Mizuna. I’m just going to creep into a corner of her sand box and play the part of a wannabe historical writer. No profit has been made in the construction of this story.

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Chapter 44:

Hokutoshichisei Arc: Part Three

A/N: When the sickle-shaped seven stars appear in the sky…

Warning: Yaoi, Sexual situations, NOT your usual THREESOME, mad, possessive beasts circling one another... So if any of these elements OFFEND you please DO NOT READ.

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At first glance, Naoe thought in alarm that the limp body held within the loathsome shadow’s arms was dead. In his emotional state, the splotches of ugly bruising on Saburo’s torso have made it difficult for Naoe to perceive the small rise and fall of that delicate chest.

Only when the youth turned his head to find a more comfortable spot on Kotarou’s body did Naoe realize that Saburo was merely asleep. Nonetheless, his rage did not abate. “Ujimasa-kou has been looking all over for you, shinobi.”

Kotarou met Naoe’s glower head on. “I did not know you had sunk into the lowly role of courier, Nagashiro. As Tono-sama’s newly appointed Juushin*, should you not be by His side at all times?” The flat tone did not make it passable for a mocking one, but Naoe knew otherwise.

Naoe gnashed his teeth. The shadow was technically correct. To Naoe’s dismay, Hojo Ujimasa demanded a pledge of loyalty to His Lordship instead and not to Saburo. By offering his complete allegiance to the Sagami Overlord did Naoe have the chance to stay by Saburo’s side so how could he refuse? Ujimasa-kou added another blow to Naoe’s ego when the daimyo deemed Haruhie more suitable to be his youngest brother’s guardian.

“Indeed as Tono-sama’s principal retainer* I hold more authority than a mere shinobi. It is also my responsibility to ensure the safety of Ujimasa-kou’s family from any potential threat.” Naoe managed to state objectively though his temper was about to explode deep inside.

“Do you call bonding with my young master a threat?” Kotarou did not look at Naoe this time and with eyelids lowering in soft affection burrowed his face on Saburo’s exposed neck.

Naoe looked from the possessive hands cradling Saburo’s hips to the intimacy of their posture, and further seethed at the display. “Your very essence is poison to Saburo. Only a selfish creature would put his desires above the safety of his charge.”

“And you are another form of that danger, Naoe Nobutsuna.” Eyes from the abyss regard Naoe almost condescendingly. “I doubt the nightmares have ever stopped plaguing your pitiful self.”

“Aren’t you proud of your handiwork, Fuma Kotarou?” Naoe sneers flashing his rival a bestial smirk. “Yet unlike your corrupted body, I remain capable of coupling with Saburo… or would you risk harming him just to relieve the ache of your flesh?”

The rising tension and their ill-moderated voices will soon stir the subject of the feud to wakefulness.

“I find the views of an outsider rather insignificant to our bond. You are unneeded here; intruding to our intimacy so return to your rightful post Juushin of Tono-sama.” Kotarou said coldly while Naoe hotly counters, “Shall I then return to my master and tell him his shadow wishes to ignore his summons and demands to be left alone to do sinful pleasures with His Lordship’s youngest sibling?”

A strained silence reigned and for a moment the rivals simply locked gazes inwardly hoping to see the other dead.

Saburo’s brow creased. His peaceful quiet had been disturbed for a while now and he absently wondered whose masculine voices that sounded to be arguing dared to ruin his much needed rest. When he abandoned sleep and eventually laid eyes on the man before him in his sated, post-coital glory while resting on the lap of Kotarou no less, Saburo thought he would die of a panic attack.

Naoe!

And seeing him at a time like this!

This meeting could never have been more unfortunate.

The joy of knowing that Naoe had never left him and was close by was swiftly overridden by immense feelings of dread and embarrassment. Fate could not have played this scenario in a less twisted manner, could it?

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“Beloved, it pleases me to see that you finally came to. Do you remember what I said to you about the questionable wounds you sustained in the forest?” Naoe mercilessly began and without waiting for Saburo to blink he continued, “Well it seems you have found the culprit who assaulted you or who continues to rather.”

Saburo opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself but nothing came out.

“Most surprising,” Kotarou did not bother denying the accusations. “I find it hard to believe that Wakasama ever told you, Naoe-dono about our… private moment together in that secluded place.”

If Saburo did not know better, he would think that these two were ganging up on him instead of lashing at each other. He was like a candle whose wick burned at both ends.

However between the two contenders, Naoe seemed to be losing it a lot faster and it was Saburo’s responsibility to remedy the situation before things could spiral out of hand. It was the youth’s fault for lying to Naoe in the first place.

Unfortunately, as he tried to gather himself from Kotarou’s lap, the lordling found that he could not move his legs at all. If he does not untangle himself from his protector’s arms, how can he deal with these two on equal ground? Saburo immediately pierces Kotarou with a fearsome glare especially when a hand strays beneath the skin of his navel perilously close to his groin.

Readjusting the painless needle, Kotarou quietly responds against his young master’s ire. “Would you not like to see Nagashiro-dono at his worst, Wakasama? I want to see how he fares against any situation: good and bad alike.”

Saburo feels a little spasm by his middle and finally notices Kotarou’s stealth weapon in the form of thinnest, barely visible steel embedded in his skin. It made him relive the horror of being under Jiun-kei’s torture. And to think that Kei had opted to destabilize his psyche by using Kotarou’s image made it all the more worse. Shakily, Saburo attempts to pry the appendage securing the needle in place. “Remove it this instant,” The tremor in his voice betrayed his commanding tone and openly showed his fear.

Highly attuned to the slightest sounds coming from his beloved, Naoe growled at the shadow, “I demand you to stop whatever you are doing to him.”

Witnessing Naoe’s murderous countenance, Saburo cursed himself. He had unthinkingly provoked Naoe to be more aggressive. And he would be damned if he used Kotarou’s underhanded method as an escape to his guilt. He had to set things right and not bury the truth under more lies. Saburo was about to own up to his mistakes when a spike of lust coursed through his loins. His eyes widened, a soundless gasp issued from his lips.

What in the name of Buddha was happening to him?

The youth fleetingly felt feverish and an odd tingle crept between his legs. Suppressing his urges under heavier breaths, he was in denial how Kotarou could be betraying him like this. “Naoe, I am alright. Come closer so I may speak better with you.”

Incredulous at first, Naoe thought he had misheard Saburo’s request but studying the intensity of the tiger’s gaze (and his flushed complexion) compelled the man forward. With a strong resolve, Naoe ignores the shadow’s void-like stare or the youth’s refusal to leave the lethal shinobi’s side. He stops a pace away from the pair. The youth had clearly lied to him about Fuma Kotarou’s presence on the island; it dawned to him only now.

Swallowing back a sob he uttered miserably, “Tell me, Saburo. Tell me how little this man means to you.” Naoe pitifully addresses himself having grown tired of keeping up appearances.

He was suddenly at the brink of collapse if his cold logic proved right: that Saburo only used him to save his cousin Hanaiin-hime and nothing more. The moments they spent together and everything they had been through were all lies. He had been deceived and he regretted none of it. Love and hatred for Saburo currently warred inside that Naoe thought he might go mad.

“Naoe… I…”

Kotarou unwillingly released his cherished one at that moment. He allowed Saburo to cross the distance between him and Naoe. Relinquishing his rights as Saburo’s protector and seeing his former charge act towards Naoe inflicted several mortal wounds on Kotarou’s psyche.

The shinobi thought he truly could not do it: follow through the plan and gracefully take his leave (earning Saburo’s hate as a wall between them) so he defied himself and watched the scene unfold.

The slender and vulnerable youth manages to grasp the front of Naoe’s kimono before his feet could fail him. “Forgive me,” Saburo exhales but starts when the man’s arms hover to embrace him. “Don’t—”

Naoe stops as per Saburo’s command but was puzzled by the youth’s separate reactions.

“Do not touch me. Not yet. I… I cannot control myself.” Saburo shakes his head as if to dispel the weakness and the hungry desire about to render him inept.

“Saburo you have lied to me. You denied the existence of your protector on Hatsushima each time. Did you…? Do you want to tell me what happened in those moments you were with him?” Naoe wanted to assume that they had shared an intimate encounter behind his back but ultimately decided against it.

“Kotarou was not himself!” Saburo began defensively by reflex much to Kotarou’s surprise. The youth lowered his head cursing himself once again. Taking a deep breath he spoke more steadily, “Nobutsuna, Kotarou was influenced by the toxin when he assaulted me and tried to seduce me in the woodland. But I resisted him and he left at his own volition. Nothing happened between us.”

Naoe sighed. It was the man’s turn to shake his head and seeing his more distraught expression, Saburo nearly despaired.

“That is not what I am asking you to tell me. You lied for Kotarou. Why do you feel the need to do so? Is it to protect him from me or is it something else?” Wearing such a disconsolate face, Naoe’s heart seemed to have hardened once more.

“I… I…” Two separate needs threatened to defeat Saburo before he could state himself clearly. One was the need for selfless understanding in consideration for his battered, barely recovered state and the other need was darker, more carnal in nature.

“Hojo Saburo, if you love Fuma Kotarou then where does that leave me? Am I a stand in substitute to your feelings in his absence?” Naoe’s ever thinning patience and fraying sanity made him extract the main dilemma at its core.

Saburo felt like his conscience had been laid bare: no farce or lie to hide from. “Naoe Nobutsuna, are you telling me to choose between yourself and my protector?”

“If that is too difficult for you why don’t we ask your body?” Naoe replied with a predatory grin. Unable to resist any longer, he skims his fingertips from Saburo’s cheek to his trembling lip and then makes a feather-light caress towards the rosy bud.

Eyelids slipping shut, the youth shudders at their contact.

Shinobi code of honor be damned, Kotarou swiftly intervened, “The young master has just suffered bodily trauma. He cannot possibly endure rigorous lovemaking.” The sliding hiss of a blade being half-drawn alerts Saburo. He pushes his scarcely cooperating body to face Kotarou and communicated silently not to try anything impulsive.

As the shinobi faltered, Naoe’s hand equally flew to his katana, which Saburo equally deterred by using his body as hindrance. “Stop it, both of you!” He rasped.

Despite Saburo’s stubborn form, Naoe retorts, “Says one who has not defiled him first. Fuma Kotarou, I am no fool and I do not intend to do what you sorely accuse of me.” He appeared ready to lunge at Kotarou using whatever the means necessary but the tightly wrapped figure of the youth bodily restraining him distracts him to no end.

“You just implied to do unspeakable things to the young master. Are you trying to contradict yourself, Nagashiro?” The shadow does not relinquish his grip on his tsuba. He begins to circle in a fluid illusion-like movement that convinces Saburo that Kotarou would try something drastic if he does not solve this predicament.

Naoe appears to be unperturbed by the other man’s developing duel stance. If not he provokes Kotarou a little more, “Can you not do unspeakable things to your love in a very gentle manner?” Boldly, he slips his tongue over a blemished collar bone.

Saburo bites his lip further enticing Naoe, “I will stroke your spot* repeatedly using Shina¹¹⁸techniques. It would bring you immense pleasure with very minimal discomfort. And I do not mind if your shudo partner watches. Have I not told you on the shores of the island that I would gladly consume you in front of him?” He whispers not low enough for Kotarou to hear.

The shinobi makes an uncharacteristic low intimidating sound, startling the lordling.

These men were throwing covert attacks against each other and… blatantly ignored him like he was not even there!

This madness has to stop.

And that would mean he has to make a choice. Saburo’s ‘condition’ will not allow him to last much longer. But between two very important individuals in his life how does he select one and discard the other? Mustering his courage despite his overheated flesh, the lordling carefully steps away from Naoe’s shadow.

Blood thundering almost deafeningly in his ears, he opens his mouth to speak, “Enough. Each of you said my voice mattered and yet you do nothing but verbally spar with each other! Let me make this clear: Fuma Kotarou and Naoe Nobutsuna – Nagashiro you are both denied entering my personal space.”

Naoe and Kotarou froze at the order. Their jealousy, possessiveness, and mutual enmity just earned them the worst punishment: to be personally sent away by their beloved. Saburo was not done however, “If the pair of you cannot cope as allies then you both do not deserve to be near me at all. Fuma Kotarou, you are dismissed.”

The shadow reflects at his young master’s lack of retaliation after what he had done. The daimyo wanted to test Nagashiro and perhaps him, as well. And yet Kotarou had followed through Ujimasa-kou’s orders without hesitating. To whom does he belong after all? He turns to leave the cabin silently in defeat but he catches a flicker of sorrow in Saburo’s gaze before it became imperially cool like a frosty lake.

“Naoe,”

The man kneels before him and dauntlessly tilts his chin, “You have been stimulated. It must be unbearable.”

The youth slaps that hand away. “Did I not tell you to refrain from touching me?” He takes a shaky step back. “Forgive me for lying to you. But I was truly unaware of either Kotarou or my brother’s presence on the island.”

“Cruel of you to choose none in the end, Saburo-sama.” Naoe deals with rejection by donning his Nagashiro façade much to the youth’s irritation. “Why can you not just declare who weighs on your heart more?”

“I want you both at my side. But that would be too selfish of me, wouldn’t it? It is better to have none—” Saburo’s legs fold under him and his body trembles uncontrollably. He twists away from Naoe for the sinful need between his thighs could no longer be ignored. “L-Leave now!” Saburo stutters, crawling on the futon and attempts to burrow under the comfort and sanctuary of several quilts since he cannot dismiss the man properly.

So the youth was entirely unprepared when Naoe crept up behind him. Startled, Saburo clumsily whirled around only to fall on his back in a dishevelled sprawl. The deprived demon inside Naoe salivated at the sight of the youth’s arched flesh and the transparent pearly liquid glistening at the tip almost undid the man completely.

Naoe effortlessly trapped the youth inside his impressive masculine frame.

“Damn you!” Snarling, growling, and struggling, Saburo continued to resist despite the raging flames of desire scorching him alive.

Naoe loosens his elaborate retainer’s kimono until he was almost nude and leans in whispering naughtily, “You are indeed selfish. You were planning to eliminate your need by yourself, weren’t you?” He licks a flushed earlobe, licentiously.

Unable to help himself, Saburo whimpered. “Let go! Nngh! I just said—”

“Just the slightest nip and you’re already like this.” The man chuckled darkly. “Before you send me away, please allow me to share your passionate self-love.” The proposal practically dripped like poisoned honey.

“Nnn… No!” Saburo jerks at the sensation of Naoe touching him down there. He pants, feels lightheaded suddenly and his struggles finally die.

Witnessing the youth’s surrender, Naoe takes advantage by tenderly molesting the flesh of a lithe torso. Creating more bruises to somehow overlap the ones made from violence drove Naoe to mark every piece of Saburo’s body. Only when slender thighs and legs began restlessly shaking did Naoe fondle, caress, and stroke the nubile lad’s throbbing weakness. “Even if you do not say you want me it does not matter for as long as your body gets to cry out for you.”

“Mmmh… Ungh!” Saburo writhes and moans into the sly manipulations of that hand. His bent legs unconsciously open wider almost enclosing Naoe’s waist. The moment an ankle latched on unintentionally drawing the violator close, Naoe lowered himself to a tender nipple and suckled it sensuously.

As a result, the groans of the one beneath grew more lewd. Pushing his hips closer to the source of his undoing, Saburo thought he was slowly turning into something else: a shameless, wanton mess. It came to the point where he became dissatisfied with Naoe’s thorough but intentionally mild strokes that he tried to touch himself at last: something that Naoe was not keen to allow.

Naoe grabs that wandering hand and instead brings it over his naked scarred chest. “Impatient, are we?” The impious half-hooded stare stirs Saburo’s blood wild. “But this beautiful thing is meant to play with a part of which you are not so familiar with.”

Naoe guides that slender hand down his firm abdomen and drags it lower still. “You are not the only one who is hungry. I think I have held back longer than I could take.”

Saburo’s eyes are growing very, very wide. To grasp Naoe’s burgeoning desire and to remember the way it had made him feel so full and indecently aroused at one point was making him forget caution and the injured state of his body. With a glazed stare, Saburo confidently handled Naoe and rubbed the moistening tip with his thumb.

It caught the man completely by surprise. Naoe responded by sinking his teeth around the areola of the youth’s flat breast. “Ah!” Saburo arched before he could stop himself inadvertently aligning their bodies for copulation.

Self-control at the brink of shattering, Naoe steeled himself against the youth’s careless display and concentrated on the sensation of the warm palm taking care of him. He took several calming breaths for he still wanted to do it the way he had originally planned. “End it for me quickly,” Naoe murmured heatedly by the neck of the shivering youth and eventually led the pace and rhythm of Saburo’s ministrations.

Saburo thought his face was aflame by the time Naoe reached completion and spilled between their bodies. The man momentarily curled around his beloved resting for a bit while the youth absentmindedly felt Naoe’s essence trickle down one inner thigh.

Though somewhat unsatisfied, Saburo relaxed a little by relieving Naoe. He had thought the ordeal was over but he had never been more wrong.

When Naoe crawled away and knelt on the lightly swaying floorboards, words Saburo had not expected came forth, “Can you stand?”

“What?” He revealed a puzzled expression.

The man’s lip curled oh so slyly. “If you can, please stand facing away from me and I will begin to massage you.”

Sighing, the youth considered the seemingly harmless request and did as he was told only to hear, “And do not think of touching yourself. You are still forbidden to do it.”

The lordling’s temper flared. He was about to lash out when he inhaled fragrance and one of Naoe’s hands clamped firmly at his hip holding him partially in place. The next thing he knew was the slippery feel of a fingertip (coated in… oil?) circling the rosette of his behind.

When a digit suddenly pushed inside, Saburo almost lost his balance but a dark figure steadied his shoulders and ensured no such thing occurred.

Toes curling at the persistent invasion, Saburo’s mouth gaped uselessly open both at the unwanted stab of pleasure and at the shock of seeing Kotarou who appeared out of nowhere to be his pillar of support.

These two!

How dare they…!

“So neither of you followed my command? W-What insolence!” Teeth-bared, the lordling exclaimed. Digging his nails on the shadow’s chest until he drew blood, Saburo glared at Kotarou who meekly responded, “When Wakasama dismissed me; he did not do so with Nagashiro. Wakasama risked himself to danger by being alone with this man so what is a servant supposed to do but stay as well?”

“S—Unh…!” Naoe had found the sacred spot and was stimulating his inner walls at the same time. Nevertheless, the lordling adamantly raged, “Spare me your nonsensical rambling! Just tell me how long have you been watching and doing nothing, Fuma Kotarou!”

“Forgive me Young Master. I can tolerate Nagashiro’s ministrations for now since he had not engaged your body as promised,” Said Kotarou as if he were nothing but a talking ornament in the room.

“I did not know shinobi are capable of guilt.” Naoe sniped at Kotarou while rubbing the surrounding flesh of Saburo’s insides before pressing the hypersensitive core several times, sending rich waves of weakening pleasure flooding his sex.

Saburo cried out, unconsciously baring his throat. He was so close and yet he could not endure losing himself in this way. “Is this how it will be from now on?” His voice mellowed even as Kotarou’s mouth audaciously feasted on the skin of his neck. “The two of you like beasts, willing to share their prey for as long as each could take a bite?”

Naoe and Kotarou stiffened.

“But didn’t Young Master say he wanted the both of us?” The first to recover, the shinobi ignored both the cutting words and the cruel hands clawing at his breast.

“And while I succumb, dazed, and sated the two of you would look for a wonderful private place to kill each other? I would have none of that in the Hojo household!” Excessively exerting himself, Saburo sagged on Naoe’s lap. He also pulled Kotarou with him so the three of them were brought as close together as possible for the first time.

“If both of you would forever act this way then I am afraid I will not be able to… I will have to rely on myself for relief.” Saburo’s defiant statement extinguished the remaining killing intent that Naoe and Kotarou harbored.

Quite nothing like himself; Kotarou sighed. “If Wakasama wants me to be in good terms with this mighty brute so be it.” Your prediction did not come to be, Tono-sama…

‘Brute?’ A vein pounded at Naoe’s temple. “Compared to a half-dead, noxious creature with an odd speech pattern like you, I am much easier to interact with. I say this truce has me at a total disadvantage.”

‘Half-dead?’ Kotarou’s lip gave the tiniest twitch. “If I am half-dead…” He paused, the depths of his true circumstances threatening to show but he rapidly suppressed it. “Then you are half-mad, Naoe Nobutsuna.”

“Will the two of you shut your traps? I need my rest, my body is aching and Naoe… put your fingers away from where they do not belong!”

Naoe and Kotarou exchanged stares and came up with a single thought.

‘For the sake of the beloved…’

“But Saburo, you have not reached it yet.” The half-mad brute wheedled. The pads of his fingers coaxed the pulsating spot until the moist passage contracted.

“Ah! Uh…! That’s… eno—!” The youth squirmed deliciously as Naoe resumed his ‘massage’ while Kotarou lapped at stiff peaks. With their combined efforts, Saburo achieved delirious rapture and lay spent afterwards.

He was carefully made to recline on the unsoiled linens while the older men fixed their rumpled selves.

Saburo remained awake, gasping. “If the two of you dare to leave me like this…!”

“But of course, Young Master,” Kotarou soothes.

“I will get a basin of water right away,” Naoe supplemented.

The pair turned for the door when it slowly slid open and a voice-called out, “Saburo-gimi, I have…” A dumbstruck Haruhie looked from one tousled persona to another. “…Brought washing essentials and a fresh change of bandages…? –Pardon me! I will be leaving now!” Haruhie did not want to stay in the same room with two ‘dangerous men’ and especially not when Saburo appeared to have recently indulged in their attentions.

Seeing Haruhie, Saburo brightened, pulled himself up on his elbows and pleaded, “Haruhie, wait! Drive these miscreants out of my sight and stay instead.”

“But Saburo-gimi…” Haruhie sweated feverishly under the envious scrutiny of two men who were forced to leave.

“A suspicious wound on either of you and both will stay dismissed, AM I CLEAR?” The lordling yelled after them as they bowed and made themselves scarce.

Haruhie knelt beside him with a hand clutching at his poor heart. “Are you alright Saburo-gimi?”

“I am fine. I’m more worried about those two though. Still I am glad it was you who entered…” stammered the youth who was equally nervous himself.

Haruhie looked uneasy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Actually, Saburo-gimi… Lady Hanaiin was supposed to check up on you but she requested for my assistance when she heard strange noises on the other side of your cabin door.”

Any semblance of color drained from Saburo’s face. He became as white as a sheet. “What did you… say?”

XxXMOBXxX

Naoe’s brooding was interrupted when a stealthy figure abruptly loomed so close to his face. Kato Danzo quickly somersaulted before he was hacked in two by a swiping katana.

The independent shinobi cackled. “What is with the long face, Naoe-dono?”

“A pity; I would have felt better had I skewered you.” Naoe snorted and kept his weapon exposed to serve as a warning.

“If I know better it is another shinobi you wanted rather dead.” Carefully skirting past the range of the blade, Danzo placed himself as safe as he could get to the intimidating swordsman.

“I believe you are mistaken. For setting me under an elaborate trap and swearing your fealty to the Sagami Overlord behind my back it is you who I wanted to kill the most.”

“Hmm… is that true I wonder?” Danzo braced himself for the blow that never came. “What is this? Have you resigned yourself to be mates with Fuma Kotarou?”

Naoe then pinned him with the fiercest glare. “Saburo is mine.”

“In the Hojo Household, Naoe-dono… there are many who claim to own Saburo-dono that you might not readily know of. So stick yourself as close to the daimyo and you will soon find out.”

As Kato Danzo’s presence faded, Naoe began to contemplate that Kotarou might not be his greatest adversary after all.

…

In the main cabin of the vessel lightly adorned by hanging lanterns and whose flooring was comfortably matted sat the daimyo who tinkered with a new shogi set.

“Willing to compromise? That Naoe Nobutsuna is most unexpected indeed but his trials are far from over. He is too fortunate if he thinks I will allow him to gain my otouto’s affection that easily. You do understand me, right Kotarou?”

“Yes, Tono-sama,”

~TBC

118 – Naoe roughly says ‘Chinese’ techniques. He actually does a prostate massage XD

*Juushin – Key vassal. (I am correcting this now. Sorry: had my sources mixed up.)

Post A/N: My early Christmas gift to all who celebrate the occasion! Happy Holidays and reviews please! Thank you for your continued support. Those reviews helped me think and guided me to more cohesive chapters so I owe you readers twice as much!
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