#ALBEDO# blinked #HER# eyes as #SHE# looked up at #HER# player model. Something was wrong, the code of the game was forcing Albedo’s identity into #ALBEDO#. Thinking of #HERSELF# as anything other than Albedo was impossible, a sharp # seemed to cut in and loudly interrupted any thoughts that were out of line.
#HER# body was weightier than one would expect, this body had seemingly infinite strength that could take on any number of #LOVERS#. This bodies stamina felt limitless, #SHE# could #SATISFY# and entire army alone.
#ALBEDO# wanted to scream, this fleshy prison was never something #SHE# ever could have imagined. Suddenly all attention in the room was brought back onto the #Perfect# face of #LORD AINS#, the face that should be #HERS# the face that #SHE ADORED AND WANTED TO BURY BETWEEN HER LEGS AND RIDE UNENDING WAVES OF BLISS#
Stop! #ALBEDO# ripped #HER# attention away. The code #SHE# had written earlier came to mind. “Albedo will love Lord Ains.” This code was supposed to be a joke, but now #HER# life had been completely hijacked, there was nothing #SHE# could do except…
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