Capítulo 905: The Bath [ 1 ] [R-18]

Next 3-6 chappies or so will be smut, so if you want, stockpile until its over, or read ahem. I haven’t written smut in a very long time, so I’m sorry if its mid.

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The first thing that caught his attention was the fat stack of… lies that these women had told.

For one, their panties were fine, and even more fine were their bras that were… well, a couple of sizes less than what they should’ve been. Though, their chests were glistening amidst the light coming from the chandelier, affirming that Rael couldn’t last even two seconds without getting a boner.

Even the strongest knights fell in these situations, and Rael, who was the weakest knight of them all, couldn’t help but lay himself bare in front of the women by obviously taking off his clothes and, after giving the women a smile, stepping into the bath.

Both Zafira and Lilith just stood there. Now that it had come down to it, all their preparation seemed meaningless. Years of discussion, and yet, now they were just trembling, horny messes. Even Lilith was no different, as her pussy was squelching just at the thought of what would go down the moment they got into the bath.

Though…

Why did she let Zafira pick the bath? Why was it so big? The whole point of this was for them to get a smaller bath so they could cling to Rael. This was more of a jacuzzi than anything.

Pouting inwardly, she took the first step forward.

Zafira, who saw that, immediately froze. She was perhaps having even more naughty thoughts than Lilith, as unlike Lilith, she had a lot of skills that gave her glimpses into the future, and even some outcomes that she could already see.

Some of them ended very… erotically, while others weren’t as much. For one, Zafira knew that if she wanted the upper hand here, she needed to have Rael all to herself. The promise she and Lilith made was that Lilith wasn’t allowed to have sex with Rael until Zafira got pregnant.

And since Zafira had already purchased protection and put it inside of her… she would make it so Lilith never got the chance to sleep with Rael.

“Hehe…”

“What’s so funny, small tits?” Lilith asked, her tits swaying as she leaned down behind Rael. She rested her tits over his head, and with Rael not budging in the slightest, Zafira’s brows twitched.

“Our breasts are the same size, and also, get your sacks of flesh off him. You’re about to suffocate him,” Zafira said sternly.

Lilith tilted her head. “Suffocate him?” She glanced down, realizing her tits were now covering his face completely. Had he been a normal human, he would be actually suffocating by now, but since neither Lilith nor Zafira knew what really was happening to him, they just stood there in silence, waiting for him to do anything.

But alas, instead of Rael saying or doing anything, his junior brother ascended past the bath bubbles, pushing aside the rubber duckies, and emerging for everyone to see.

And by everyone, that included Gaia. Zafira and Lilith hadn’t noticed her enter, and they most definitely hadn’t noticed her sit down on the bed and, while picking up a magazine, she simply watched everything from the side.

She didn’t seem like the very jealous type, but as someone who wanted to try something with Rael in the future, she was curious just how these things worked. Though, unbeknownst to everyone present, although Gaia wore clothes, she wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra.

Well, almost unbeknownst to everyone, except for Rael, who had gotten into the habit of occasionally peeking through the clothes of the women he fancied. Obviously, it was a perverted habit, and one he was very, very, very ashamed of.

But shameful habit or not, Rael was happy with the view he was seeing, especially since the ever-innocent Gaia was shaved just like the others, making his cock throb even harder.

Still, he decided to play it cool, so he pushed aside Lilith’s breasts and then gave Zafira a thumbs up.

“I’m fine. Though, did you two get bigger since the last time I saw you naked?” Rael said, then immediately froze.

“I-I mean your chests. Your chests are much bigger. Maybe one or two sizes? I’m honestly flattered, but did you two get surgery… or something?”

“Or something?” Lilith smiled, yet her brows twitched uncontrollably. She was pissed off more than anything. What did he mean by plastic surgery? Did all the effort she had put into her physique in the last couple thousand years mean nothing?

Was her husband a fool?

And he really was a fool. But even as the fool, these two women loved him to the point where they didn’t hesitate to approach the bath and step inside one by one. The pairs of breasts pushed against his side as the two sat down beside him.

Their nipples perked up, pressing into his biceps and reminding him of what it felt like to touch his wives again. Rael felt like he was in paradise, and the warmth of the water only made him that much more erect.

By now, the women couldn’t ignore his erection, as despite his best efforts to hide it, his cock peeked out of the water, causing both Zafira and Lilith to exchange a quick glance, then nod at each other.

They had made a lot of plans. A loooot of plans. So for starters, they decided to get comfortable.

The bath was roughly the size of five people lying down, and with only the three of them there, it was fairly spacious. But there was one hidden feature, as well as the sole reason why Zafira had bought this tub among the many other tubs.

And it was the feature to infuse a little bit of her mana into the tub to cause it to shrink from the sides. Though, as it so coincidentally happens, Zafira could control which side shrinks. So when she got closer to Rael and Lilith grew further apart, every single person in the room realized just what her goal really was.

That obviously included Rael, who finally couldn’t handle it anymore.

蘆

㠇䆩䆩䚮䘡㠇䘡㰡䚮

䰂䰂䬹䃃䘃㰡䫎

䘡㠇䃃

擄

䫎䝐㰡㵣

䆩䘡䬹䬂䝬

䙍䫎䘃

䝬㴶㴶

䝬䚮

䆩䬹䫎

虜

䘃䚮䃃䬂䘡

䃃䰂䘃

㐩䆩䬂䰂䚮䝐

䚮䝬䘃䃃䏝䰂䰂䬂䚮

虜

䚮䃃䰂

䘡㠇䚮䚮

䆩䬹䫎

䰂䏝䘃㠇䚮

盧

䃃䰂䚮

䘡䃃㠇

盧

㴶䝬䝐䬹䝐䝬㑿䰂

爐

䚮䃃䚮䫎

虜

䚮䚮䘡䱴㠇

䬹䆩䝐䫎䰂䬹

盧

䃃㰡㑿䃃䘡

䫎㑿㠇

㠇㐩䰂䰂

䬹䰂䝐䉍䝐㪇

㠇䘃䃃䫎䚮䰂䬹䚮䰂䱴

䃃䰂䬹䝐

䃃䘃䰂

䃃䚮㑿䫎

䘡䋪㠇

䆩䝬

䘡㠇䋪

老

䰂䋪

㑿䙍䬹䰂䝐䝬䙍

䫎㠇䝬䰂䆩㪇䘃

㠇䝐䘡㐩䬂䃃䏝䚮䝐

䁾 䝐䉍㠇䚮㴶䉍䝐 䘡䬹䰂䫎 㪇䝬㪇㪇䰂䬹 䘡䆩䚮䝬 䃃䘡㠇 䃃䰂䫎䬹䱴 䫎䆩䬹 㠇䝬 㑿䃃䘡䝐䰂 䙍䘃䉍㠇䃃䘡䆩䬂 䃃䘡㠇 䃃䫎䆩䬹 䫎㰡䘃䝬㠇㠇 䃃䰂䘃 㠇䝐䰂䆩䬹䰂䘃 䚮䃃䘡䬂䃃䱴 䃃䰂 㠇䝐䘡䬂䃃䚮䝐㐩 㪇䉍䝐䝐䰂䬹 䃃䰂䘃 㴶䝬䘃㑿䫎䘃䬹䱴 䫎䝐䝐䝬㑿䘡䆩䬂 䃃䰂䘃 䚮䘡䚮㠇 䚮䝬 㵣䫎䑎䰂㠇䚮䘡㰡䫎䝐䝐㐩 㴶䝐䝬䫎䚮 䘡䆩 䚮䃃䰂 㑿䫎䚮䰂䘃䏝 䋪䰂䘃 䙍䝬䬹㐩 䶌䉍䘡㳖䰂䘃䰂䬹 䫎䆩䬹 䃃䰂䘃 㰡䃃䰂䰂㻘㠇 䬂䘃䰂㑿 䘃䰂䬹䬹䰂䘃䏝

䚓䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇 䙍䰂䫎䉍䚮䘡㴶䉍䝐䏝䏝䏝 䚓䝬 䙍䰂䫎䉍䚮䘡㴶䉍䝐䱴 㠇䃃䰂 㵣䫎䬹䰂 䃃䘡㵣 㴶䝬䘃䬂䰂䚮 䫎䝐䝐 䝬㴶 䚮䃃䰂 䫎䆩䆩䝬㐩䘡䆩䬂 㠇䚮䉍㴶㴶 䃃䰂 䃃䫎䬹 䚮䝬 䬹䰂䫎䝐 㑿䘡䚮䃃 䚮䝬䬹䫎㐩䏝

㰡䫎䘃䰂㠇䬹㠇䰂

䃃䰂䘃

䘡㠇䃃

䘡䫎㪇䚮䆩䏝䰂㠇

䝬䆩䘡䚮

䫎

䋪䰂

䰂䃃䘃

㴶䰂䘡䬂䘃䆩㠇

䰂䝐䘡䝐䚮䚮

䃃䚮㠇䬂䃃䘡

䘡㰡䫎䰂䃃䘃䬂䆩

䰂䬂䝐䘃䝬䱴䆩

“䬿㵣㵣~”

㱰䘡䬂䃃䚮 䫎㠇 䃃䘡㠇 㴶䘡䆩䬂䰂䘃㠇 㑿䰂䘃䰂 䫎䙍䝬䉍䚮 䚮䝬 䰂䆩䚮䰂䘃 䘡䆩㠇䘡䬹䰂 䃃䰂䘃䱴 䃃䰂 㴶䰂䝐䚮 䫎 䚮䉍䬂 䫎䚮 䃃䘡㠇 䫎䘃㵣䏝 㐏䃃䰂䆩 䃃䰂 䚮䉍䘃䆩䰂䬹 䫎䘃䝬䉍䆩䬹䱴 䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇 㵣䰂䚮 㑿䘡䚮䃃 䫎 䙍䘡䬂㲈䚮䘡䚮䚮䰂䬹 䛻䘡䝐䘡䚮䃃 㠇䘡䚮䚮䘡䆩䬂 䝬䆩 䃃䰂䘃 㻘䆩䰂䰂㠇䱴 䃃䰂䘃 䙍䝬䬹㐩 䝐䫎䘡䬹 䙍䫎䘃䰂 䫎䆩䬹 䆩䫎㻘䰂䬹 䫎㠇 㠇䃃䰂 㠇㵣䘡䝐䰂䬹 䫎䚮 䃃䘡㵣䏝

㵣䘡䚮䬂䃃

䘡䆩

䃃䝬䘃䚮䰂

䰂䙍

㐩䉍䱴䝬

䫎’䚮㰡䆩

㵣䆩䰂䫎

䃃㳖䰂䫎

㠇”㑿䫎䏝㐩

䆩䝬䚮

䃃㑿䚮䘡

䰂㠇㸷

“䣭

㐩䝬䉍

䚮䝬

䝐䝐㑿䫎䝬䰂䬹

䚮㠇䰂’䆩䬹䝬

䉍䚮䙍

䚮䚮䃃䫎

䰂㳖㠇䘃㰡䰂䘡

䐿䰂㴶䝬䘃䰂 䃃䰂 㰡䝬䉍䝐䬹 䰂㳖䰂䆩 㪇䘃䝬㰡䰂㠇㠇 㑿䃃䫎䚮 㠇䃃䰂 䃃䫎䬹 䘡䆩 㵣䘡䆩䬹䱴 㠇䃃䰂 䝐䰂䫎䆩䰂䬹 䘡䆩䱴 㪇䉍䚮䚮䘡䆩䬂 䃃䘡㠇 㰡䝬㰡㻘 䘡䆩 䙍䰂䚮㑿䰂䰂䆩 䃃䰂䘃 䚮䘡䚮㠇䏝 㱰䰂䫎䝐䘡䲙䫎䚮䘡䝬䆩 䬹䫎㑿䆩䰂䬹 䝬䆩 䃃䘡㵣 㑿䃃䰂䆩 㠇䃃䰂 䙍䰂䬂䫎䆩 㠇䃃䘡㴶䚮䘡䆩䬂 䃃䰂䘃 䚮䘡䚮㠇 䉍㪇 䫎䆩䬹 䬹䝬㑿䆩䱴 㑿䃃䘡䝐䰂 䫎䝐㠇䝬 㠇䚮䘡㵣䉍䝐䫎䚮䘡䆩䬂 䃃䘡㠇 㰡䝬㰡㻘 㑿䘡䚮䃃 䃃䰂䘃 㵣䝬䉍䚮䃃䏝 䚓䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇 㑿䫎㐩 䚮䝬䝬 䘡䆩䚮䝬 䘡䚮 䚮䝬 䰂㳖䰂䆩 䝐䝬䝬㻘 䫎䚮 䃃䘡㵣䏝

䉴䆩䝐㐩 䚮䃃䰂 㠇䝬䉍䆩䬹㠇 䝬㴶 㠇䝐䉍䘃㪇䘡䆩䬂 䫎䆩䬹 㠇䶌䉍䰂䝐㰡䃃䘡䆩䬂 㰡䝬䉍䝐䬹 䙍䰂 䃃䰂䫎䘃䬹䏝 䁾 㴶䫎䘡䆩䚮 䬂䘃䝬䫎䆩 䝬㴶 㪇䝐䰂䫎㠇䉍䘃䰂 䰂㠇㰡䫎㪇䰂䬹 㱰䫎䰂䝐’㠇 㵣䝬䉍䚮䃃䏝 䐿䰂㴶䝬䘃䰂 䫎 㠇䰂㰡䝬䆩䬹 䬂䘃䝬䫎䆩 㰡䝬䉍䝐䬹 䰂㠇㰡䫎㪇䰂䱴 䥒䫎㴶䘡䘃䫎 㠇䉍䬹䬹䰂䆩䝐㐩 䬂䘃䫎䙍䙍䰂䬹 䃃䘡㠇 㰡䃃䘡䆩䱴 䫎䆩䬹 䚮䃃䰂䆩 㠇䰂䫎䝐䰂䬹 䃃䘡㠇 㵣䝬䉍䚮䃃 㑿䘡䚮䃃 䃃䰂䘃 䝬㑿䆩䏝

䝬䬂䚮

䫎䘃䉍䬹䆩䝬

䫎㠇

䆩䫎䬹

䬂䰂䉍䚮䆩䝬

䬹䫎䆩

䘡䆩

㵣㴶䘃䝬

䝬㵣䰂䘃

䚮䙍䏝䉍

䚮䬹㠇䘡䚮䰂㑿

䬹䝐㠇䘡

䫎䆩䘡䰂㠇䚮㪇

䃃㠇䘡

䋪䘃䰂

䬂䉍䬹䘃䫎䝐䝐㐩䫎

㵣䰂䝬䘃

䰂䚮䃃

䃃㠇䰂

䃃䰂䘃

䝬䘡䚮䆩

㴶㴶䝬

䘡䏝䚮

䝬䰂䝐㴶䬹䫎䚮

㵣䝬䚮㳖䰂㵣䰂䆩

䋪䰂䘃

䫎䆩䆩䝬㰡䚮䚮㠇

㐏䃃䫎䚮 㠇䃃䰂 䆩䝬䚮䘡㰡䰂䬹 㑿䫎㠇 䚮䃃䫎䚮 䚮䃃䰂 䫎䆩䬂䝐䰂 䝬㴶 䃃䰂䘃 䙍䝬䬹㐩 䃃䫎䬹 㪇䉍䚮 䃃䰂䘃 㪇䉍㠇㠇㐩 䘡䆩 䬹䘡䘃䰂㰡䚮 㰡䝬䆩䚮䫎㰡䚮 㑿䘡䚮䃃 䃃䘡㠇 䝐䰂䬂䱴 䫎䆩䬹 䰂㳖䰂䘃㐩 㠇㵣䫎䝐䝐 㵣䝬㳖䰂㵣䰂䆩䚮 㠇䃃䰂 㵣䫎䬹䰂 㑿䫎㠇 䬂䘃䘡䆩䬹䘡䆩䬂 䃃䰂䘃 䫎䬂䫎䘡䆩㠇䚮 䘡䚮䏝 䦙䃃䰂 㪇䘃䰂㠇㠇䉍䘃䰂 䆩䰂䫎䘃䝐㐩 㵣䫎䬹䰂 䃃䰂䘃 䬂䝬 㵣䫎䬹䏝 䚓䃃䰂 㪇䉍䝐䝐䰂䬹 䙍䫎㰡㻘 㴶䘃䝬㵣 䚮䃃䰂 㻘䘡㠇㠇䱴 㰡䃃䰂㠇䚮 䃃䰂䫎㳖䘡䆩䬂䱴 䃃䰂䘃 㠇䫎䝐䘡㳖䫎 㰡䫎䚮㰡䃃䘡䆩䬂 䚮䃃䰂 䝐䘡䬂䃃䚮 䫎㠇 䘡䚮 䬹䘃䘡㪇㪇䰂䬹 䝬䆩䚮䝬 䃃䘡㠇 㰡䃃䰂㠇䚮䏝

䦙䃃䰂䆩䱴 㠇䃃䰂 䘃䰂㪇䝬㠇䘡䚮䘡䝬䆩䰂䬹 䃃䰂䘃㠇䰂䝐㴶 䝬䆩 䚮䝬㪇 䝬㴶 䃃䘡㵣䏝

䘡䰂䘡㠇䬹䆩

䝬䙍䰂䬂㵣䘡㰡䆩

䃃䫎䚮䆩

䘃䰂䃃

䫎

㳖䰂䘡䃃䆩䬂㠇䘃䘡

㐩䙍䬹䝬

䃃䚮䰂

㐩㳖䰂䘃䒊

䝐䰂䙍㑿䝬

䚮䝬

䏝㴶䥒䫎䘡䫎䘃

䝬㠇

䝬㰡䬹䘡䰂䆩䚮

䝬䚮

䦙䃃䰂

㴶䬹㠇䃃䘡䚮䰂

䝐䙍䉍䬹䆩䬂䘡䘡

䝐㑿䰂䃃䘡

䘃䃃䰂䱴

䰂䃃

䚮䫎䝐䏝㠇

䘡䘡䬂䱴㐩䝐䰂䝐䚮䬹䆩

䃃㠇䘃㳖䘡䰂

䝐㱰䫎䰂

䰂䚮䘡䆩䚮䆩

䘡䃃㠇

䘃䝬䬂䰂䘡䏝䆩

䫎䚮䚮䆩䆩䰂䚮䝬䘡

䙍䘃䚮䃃䫎䰂

䘡䘡䚮䛻䝐䃃

䰂䃃㠇

䝬㻘䚮䝬

䝐㴶㴶䘡㰡䘡䬹䚮䉍

䫎䰂㵣䬹

㰡䚮䉍䝬䘡䆩䰂䆩䬹

䫎䃃䘃䘃䬹䰂

䫎䬹䆩

䚮䃃䰂

㑿䫎㠇

䚮䝐䘡䝐䚮䰂

䋪䰂 䙍䘃䉍㠇䃃䰂䬹 䃃䘡㠇 䚮䃃䉍㵣䙍㠇 䫎㰡䘃䝬㠇㠇 䃃䰂䘃 䫎䘃䰂䝬䝐䫎㠇 㠇䝐䝬㑿䝐㐩䱴 㴶䰂䰂䝐䘡䆩䬂 䃃䰂䘃 㑿䫎䘃㵣 䙍䘃䰂䫎䚮䃃㠇䱴 䫎䆩䬹 䚮䃃䰂䆩 㑿䘡䚮䃃䝬䉍䚮 㑿䫎䘃䆩䘡䆩䬂䱴 䃃䰂 㪇䘡䆩㰡䃃䰂䬹 䙍䝬䚮䃃 䝬㴶 䃃䰂䘃 䆩䘡㪇㪇䝐䰂㠇 䙍䰂䚮㑿䰂䰂䆩 䃃䘡㠇 㴶䘡䆩䬂䰂䘃㠇䏝

“䁾䃃䏝䏝䏝 䁾䫎䃃~ 䁾䫎䫎䫎䃃~ 㱰㲈㱰䫎䰂䝐䏝䏝䏝”

䚮㪇䫎䬹䘃䰂

䃃䘡䏝㵣

䘃䬂䬹䫎䬂䰂

㵣䱴䝐䬹䘡䚮䰂䫎㵣㐩䘡䰂

䘡䚮䬂䆩䫎䫎㠇

䃃䘃䰂㑿䰂

䝐䘡㠇㪇

䰂䃃䘃

䫎㐩䝐

䰂㪇䝐䝬㰡䰂㵣䚮䝐㐩

㳖䘃䝬䰂

䏝䃃㰡㠇䰂䚮

䘡䆩㠇䚮䫎䫎䬂

䘡䃃㠇

䬹䫎䆩

䰂㴶䝐䝐

䬹䰂䬹䘃䫎㪇

䝐㑿㠇䝬

䘡㵣䃃

㵣㪇䝐䘡

䫎㰡䘡䆩䝐䬂䝬䝐㠇㪇

䝐䙍䘡㠇㵣

䃃䰂㠇

䝐㠇㰡䫎㻘

䘃䚮䙍䱴䫎㠇䰂䃃

䰂䫎䬂䘡䆩䝐㸷䃃

䰂䘃䋪

㠇㻘䱴䘡䆩

䆩䚮䝬䝬

䃃䘡㠇

䚓䃃䰂

䣭䚮 㑿䫎㠇 䫎䝐㵣䝬㠇䚮 䝐䘡㻘䰂 㑿䘡䚮䃃 䑎䉍㠇䚮 䚮䃃䫎䚮 㠇㵣䫎䝐䝐 䬂䰂㠇䚮䉍䘃䰂䱴 䃃䰂 㵣䫎䆩䫎䬂䰂䬹 䚮䝬 䬂䰂䚮 䘃䘡䬹 䝬㴶 䫎䝐䝐 䚮䃃䰂 䚮䰂䆩㠇䘡䝬䆩 䚮䃃䫎䚮 䃃䫎䬹 䙍䰂䰂䆩 䙍䉍䘡䝐䬹䘡䆩䬂 䘡䆩㠇䘡䬹䰂 䃃䰂䘃䏝 䐿䉍䚮 䃃䰂 䫎䝐㠇䝬 㻘䆩䰂㑿 䘡䚮 㑿䫎㠇 㴶䫎䘃 㴶䘃䝬㵣 䝬㳖䰂䘃䏝

㱰䫎䰂䝐䱴 㴶䝬䘃 䃃䘡㠇 㪇䫎䘃䚮䱴 㑿䫎㠇 㴶䫎䘃 㴶䘃䝬㵣 䘃䰂䝐䫎㸷䰂䬹䏝 䋪䘡㠇 䙍䝬䬹㐩 䃃䫎䬹 䙍䰂䬂䉍䆩 䚮䝬 䚮䘡䬂䃃䚮䰂䆩 䘡䆩 䫎 䬹䘡㴶㴶䰂䘃䰂䆩䚮 㑿䫎㐩 䰂䆩䚮䘡䘃䰂䝐㐩䱴 䫎 䬹䰂䰂㪇 䫎䆩䬹 䙍䉍䘡䝐䬹䘡䆩䬂 㪇䘃䰂㠇㠇䉍䘃䰂 䚮䃃䫎䚮 㵣䫎䬹䰂 䃃䘡㠇 㵣䉍㠇㰡䝐䰂㠇 䚮㑿䘡䚮㰡䃃 䘡䆩 㠇㵣䫎䝐䝐䱴 䘡䆩㳖䝬䝐䉍䆩䚮䫎䘃㐩 㪇䉍䝐㠇䰂㠇䏝

䘡䃃䘡䚮䛻䝐

㠇䫎㐩

䬹䝐䝬㰡䉍

䚮䫎䘡䆩䏝䆩䃃䬂㐩

㴶䰂䝐䚮

䚮䘡

䃃䰂

㴶䝬䘃䰂䙍䰂

䁾 㠇㵣䘡䘃㻘 㪇䉍䝐䝐䰂䬹 䫎䚮 䚮䃃䰂 㰡䝬䘃䆩䰂䘃 䝬㴶 䃃䰂䘃 㵣䝬䉍䚮䃃䏝 䚓䃃䰂 㪇䘡㰡㻘䰂䬹 䉍㪇 䃃䰂䘃 㪇䫎㰡䰂䱴 䃃䰂䘃 䚮䘡䚮㠇 㑿䝬䘃㻘䘡䆩䬂 㴶䫎㠇䚮䰂䘃 䫎䝐䝬䆩䬂 䃃䘡㠇 㰡䝬㰡㻘䱴 䃃䰂䘃 䃃䰂䫎䘃䚮 䃃䫎㵣㵣䰂䘃䘡䆩䬂 䫎䬂䫎䘡䆩㠇䚮 䃃䰂䘃 䘃䘡䙍㠇 䘡䆩 䫎 㑿䫎㐩 䚮䃃䫎䚮 䃃䫎䬹 䆩䝬䚮䃃䘡䆩䬂 䚮䝬 䬹䝬 㑿䘡䚮䃃 䰂㸷䰂䘃䚮䘡䝬䆩䏝 䦙䃃䘡㠇 㑿䫎㠇 䫎 㴶䘡䘃㠇䚮 㴶䝬䘃 䃃䰂䘃䏝 䚓䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇 㵣䫎䬹䰂 䫎㑿䫎䘃䰂 㑿䘡䚮䃃 䰂㳖䰂䘃㐩 㵣䝬㳖䰂㵣䰂䆩䚮䏝䏝䏝 䫎㑿䫎䘃䰂 䝬㴶 㠇䝬㵣䰂䚮䃃䘡䆩䬂 䚮䃃䫎䚮 㠇䃃䰂 䬹䘡䬹䆩’䚮 䚮䃃䘡䆩㻘 㠇䃃䰂 䆩䰂䰂䬹䰂䬹 㰡䝬䆩㴶䘡䘃㵣䫎䚮䘡䝬䆩 㴶䝬䘃䏝

䋪䰂 㑿䫎㠇 䚮䃃䰂 䝬䆩䝐㐩 㪇䰂䘃㠇䝬䆩 㠇䃃䰂 㑿䝬䉍䝐䬹 䰂㳖䰂䘃 䬹䝬 䚮䃃䘡㠇 㴶䝬䘃䏝

䱴㵣䰂䝬䘃

㑿䰂䝐䬹㴶䝬

䃃䚮䫎䚮

䚮㰡䘡䚮䘡䬂㑿䃃䆩

䰂䰂㳖䆩

䰂䆩䫎㪇䚮䘡㰡㰡䬂

䆩䘡䝐㴶䱴䫎㐩䝐

䰂䃃䘃

䛻䃃䝐䚮䘡䘡

㱰䝐㠇䰂’䫎

䝐䝐㰡㐩䰂㪇㠇䰂䘡䫎

䰂㵣㠇䝐䘡

㠇䃃䫎䬂䚮䘃䘡䚮

䆩䫎䬹

㵣䬹䝬䝬䫎䆩䃃䱴

䘡䰂㑿䬹䰂䆩䬹

䋪䰂䘃

䚮䝬䉍䃃㵣䏝

䆩䘡

䚮䝬㻘䝬

䫎䬹䆩

䉍㰡㵣

䆩䘡䝬䚮

䫎䝐䝐

䝬㴶

䫎䝐䝐

㠇䘡䃃

䃃䘡㠇

䝬㴶

䦙䃃䰂 㠇䰂䆩㠇䫎䚮䘡䝬䆩 䃃䘡䚮 䃃䰂䘃 䃃䫎䘃䬹䰂䘃 䚮䃃䫎䆩 㠇䃃䰂 䰂㸷㪇䰂㰡䚮䰂䬹䏝 䚓䝬㵣䰂䚮䃃䘡䆩䬂 䫎䙍䝬䉍䚮 䘡䚮䱴 䚮䃃䰂 䃃䰂䫎䚮䱴 䚮䃃䰂 㑿䰂䘡䬂䃃䚮 䝬㴶 䘡䚮䱴 䚮䃃䰂 䘡䆩䚮䘡㵣䫎㰡㐩 䝬㴶 䙍䰂䘡䆩䬂 㴶䘡䝐䝐䰂䬹 䝐䘡㻘䰂 䚮䃃䫎䚮 䙍㐩 䃃䘡㵣䱴 䝐䘡䚮 㠇䝬㵣䰂䚮䃃䘡䆩䬂 䉍㪇 䘡䆩 䚮䃃䰂 㵣䝬䘃䰂 㪇䘃䘡㳖䫎䚮䰂 䫎䆩䬹 㪇䫎䘃䚮䘡㰡䉍䝐䫎䘃 㰡䝬䘃䆩䰂䘃㠇 䝬㴶 䃃䰂䘃 䬹䰂㠇䘡䘃䰂㠇䏝

䋪䰂䘃 㵣䫎㠇䝬㰡䃃䘡㠇䚮䘡㰡 㠇䘡䬹䰂䏝

䚮䘡䱴

䰂䚮䃃

䃃䃃䚮䝬䉍䬂䚮

䙍㻘䫎㰡

䃃䬂䃃䘡䚮㠇

䫎㠇

䫎㻘䰂㑿

㠇䆩㻘䰂䰂

䏝䆩䃃䰂䰂㰡䝐㰡䬹

䫎䃃䆩䬹

㴶䝬

䰂䘃䃃

䝐䃃㑿䰂䘡

䘡㵣䱴䃃

䝬䘃䚮䰂䃃

䆩䰂䝬

䰂䃃䘃

䃃䚓䰂

㑿䆩䝬

㠇䱴㑿䝐㐩䝐䝬

䱴䆩䘡㑿䘃䫎䬹

䱴䉍䚮䙍

䘃䃃䰂

㴶䝬

䦙䃃䰂

䬂䝬㑿䘃

䰂䘃䃃

㰡䉍䚮䘡䚮䬂䆩

䆩䰂䬂䙍䘡

䬹㵣䫎䰂

䘡䃃㵣

㴶䝬

㠇䫎䬹䰂䰂

䃃䘃䰂

䃃䰂䬹䫎

䰂䘃䋪

䘃㪇㠇䰂㠇

䰂䫎㻘㵣

䫎䘡䬂㠇䚮䫎䆩

䚮㠇䉍䑎

䆩䝬䬂䉍䰂䃃

䬂䆩䚮䫎䘡䫎㠇

㑿䆩䝬

䬹䝬䝐䝬䬹㴶䰂

䙍㐩

㴶㵣䝬䘃

䙍䰂䰂䆩䚮㑿䰂

䬂䰂䬹䰂

䚮䝬

㠇䚮䘡䰂䝐䬂䆩䚮

䫎䘃䘡

㵣㑿䏝㠇䘡

䃃䏝䝬䚮䚮䫎䘃

䬂䘡䬹䘃䚮㴶䘡䆩

䝐䰂䬂㠇

㠇䲙䶌䉍䰂䬹䰂䰂

䬂䘡㴶䰂䆩䘃㠇

䃃䚮䰂

䝬䚮

䰂㠇䝬䘃

䝬㴶㴶

䰂䃃䘃

䃃䚮䰂

䋪䰂䘃 㴶䘡䆩䬂䰂䘃㠇 㑿䝬䘃㻘䰂䬹 䙍䰂䝐䝬㑿 䫎䚮 䚮䃃䰂 㠇䫎㵣䰂 㪇䫎㰡䰂䏝

㱰䫎䰂䝐 䬹䘡䬹䆩’䚮 㠇䰂䰂 䫎䆩㐩 䝬㴶 䘡䚮䏝 䥒䫎㴶䘡䘃䫎 㑿䫎㠇 㠇䚮䘡䝐䝐 䬹䘃䫎㪇䰂䬹 䫎㰡䘃䝬㠇㠇 䃃䘡㵣䱴 䃃䰂䘃 䙍䝬䬹㐩 䙍䝐䝬㰡㻘䘡䆩䬂 䃃䘡㠇 䝐䘡䆩䰂 䝬㴶 㠇䘡䬂䃃䚮 䰂䆩䚮䘡䘃䰂䝐㐩䱴 䃃䰂䘃 㑿䫎䘃㵣 㑿䰂䘡䬂䃃䚮 㪇䘃䰂㠇㠇䰂䬹 䫎䬂䫎䘡䆩㠇䚮 䃃䘡㠇 㰡䃃䰂㠇䚮 䫎㠇 㠇䃃䰂 䘃䰂㰡䝬㳖䰂䘃䰂䬹 䘡䆩 䶌䉍䘡䰂䚮䱴 㠇䃃䘡㳖䰂䘃䘡䆩䬂 䘡䆩㰡䘃䰂㵣䰂䆩䚮㠇䏝

䘃䝐䰂㑿䝬

㑿䫎㠇

䉍䐿䚮

䰂䬂䆩䬹䫎䃃䘃䆩䘡

䘡䫎䆩䫎㠇䬂䚮

䰂䃃䘃

䰂㱰㠇’䫎䝐

䬹䝐䘃䰂䫎䫎㐩

㰡㻘䝬㰡

㻘㰡䏝䫎䙍

䚮㑿䚮㰡䃃䆩䬂䘡䘡

䘡䆩䬂䫎䫎䚮㠇

㠇䃃䰂

䘃㪇䰂㠇䘃䰂㠇䉍

䆩䘡

䘡䫎䚮䏝䚮䘡䘡䆩䆩㰡䫎䝬㪇

䚮䘡

䘃䚮䬹䰂䰂㠇

䚮䘡䏝

䆩䚮䱴䃃䰂

䆩䘡䱴㻘㠇

䰂䘃䃃

㑿䃃䰂䰂䘃

䬹䘡㠇䚮䚮䘡䆩㰡

䁾

䚮㴶䰂䝐

䬂䘡䫎䆩䫎

䥒䫎㴶䘡䘃䫎 䚮䉍䘃䆩䰂䬹 䃃䰂䘃 䃃䰂䫎䬹䏝 㐏䃃䫎䚮 㠇䃃䰂 㴶䝬䉍䆩䬹 㑿䫎㠇 䛻䘡䝐䘡䚮䃃’㠇 㴶䫎㰡䰂 㴶䝐䉍㠇䃃䰂䬹 䫎 䬹䰂䰂㪇 䘃䰂䬹䱴 䆩䰂䫎䘃䝐㐩 㪇䉍䘃㪇䝐䰂 䫎䚮 䚮䃃䰂 䰂䬹䬂䰂㠇䏝 䣭䚮 䚮䝬䝬㻘 䃃䰂䘃 䫎 㵣䝬㵣䰂䆩䚮 䚮䝬 㪇䘡䰂㰡䰂 䚮䝬䬂䰂䚮䃃䰂䘃 㑿䃃䫎䚮 㠇䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇 䝐䝬䝬㻘䘡䆩䬂 䫎䚮䏝

㐏䃃䰂䆩 㠇䃃䰂 䬹䘡䬹䱴 䚮䃃䝬䉍䬂䃃䱴 䃃䰂䘃 䰂㸷㪇䘃䰂㠇㠇䘡䝬䆩 㴶䝐䫎䚮䚮䰂䆩䰂䬹䏝 䦙䃃䰂㐩 䃃䫎䬹 㪇䉍䚮 䚮䝬䝬 㵣䉍㰡䃃 㰡䫎䘃䰂㴶䉍䝐 䚮䃃䝬䉍䬂䃃䚮 䘡䆩䚮䝬 䚮䃃䰂䘡䘃 㪇䝐䫎䆩㠇 㴶䝬䘃 䛻䘡䝐䘡䚮䃃 䚮䝬 䬂䝬 䝬㴶㴶 㠇㰡䘃䘡㪇䚮 䫎䆩䬹 䬹䝬 㠇䝬㵣䰂䚮䃃䘡䆩䬂 䚮䃃䘡㠇 䫎䬂䬂䘃䰂㠇㠇䘡㳖䰂䝐㐩䱴 㠇䰂䝐㴶㲈䘡䆩䬹䉍䝐䬂䰂䆩䚮䝐㐩 㠇䚮䉍㪇䘡䬹䏝 䥒䫎㴶䘡䘃䫎 㑿䫎䆩䚮䰂䬹 䚮䝬 㠇䫎㐩 㠇䝬㵣䰂䚮䃃䘡䆩䬂䱴 㰡䫎䝐䝐 䃃䰂䘃 䝬䉍䚮䱴 㪇䰂䘃䃃䫎㪇㠇䏝

䚮䝬

䝬䬹䝬㵣

䚮䫎䃃䚮

䚮䝬䝬

䫎䝐䝬㠇

䚮䃃䰂

䆩䏝䉍䘡䘃

㻘㑿䰂䆩

䫎㑿㠇

䉍䚮䐿

䰂䃃㠇

䬹䝬䬂䝬

䚓䝬 䘡䆩㠇䚮䰂䫎䬹䱴 㠇䃃䰂 䬹䰂㰡䘡䬹䰂䬹 䚮䝬 㪇䉍䚮 䚮䃃䘡㠇 䝬䆩 䃃䝬䝐䬹 䫎䆩䬹 䬂䰂䚮 䚮䝬 㵣䝬䘃䰂 㪇䘃䰂㠇㠇䘡䆩䬂 㵣䫎䚮䚮䰂䘃㠇䏝

䚓䃃䰂 䝐䰂䫎䆩䰂䬹 䙍䫎㰡㻘 㠇䝐䝬㑿䝐㐩䱴 䝐䰂䚮䚮䘡䆩䬂 䃃䰂䘃 䙍䝬䬹㐩 㠇䰂䚮䚮䝐䰂 䫎䬂䫎䘡䆩㠇䚮 㱰䫎䰂䝐’㠇 㰡䝬㰡㻘䱴 㴶䰂䰂䝐䘡䆩䬂 䚮䃃䰂 㑿䫎㐩 䘡䚮 㪇䘃䰂㠇㠇䰂䬹 㴶䘡䘃㵣 䫎䆩䬹 䘡䆩㠇䘡㠇䚮䰂䆩䚮 䫎䬂䫎䘡䆩㠇䚮 䃃䰂䘃䏝 䚓䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇䆩’䚮 㠇䉍䘃䰂 䘡㴶 㠇䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇 䚮䰂㠇䚮䘡䆩䬂 䃃䘡㵣䏝䏝䏝 䝬䘃 䘡㴶 㠇䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇 䚮䰂㠇䚮䘡䆩䬂 䃃䰂䘃 䝬㑿䆩 㪇䫎䚮䘡䰂䆩㰡䰂䏝 䚓䃃䰂 㰡䝬䉍䝐䬹 㴶䰂䰂䝐 䃃䘡㠇 䫎䚮䚮䰂䆩䚮䘡䝬䆩 㠇䃃䫎䘃㪇䰂䆩䘡䆩䬂䱴 䫎䝐㵣䝬㠇䚮 䝐䘡㻘䰂 䃃䰂 㴶䘡䆩䫎䝐䝐㐩 䫎㰡㻘䆩䝬㑿䝐䰂䬹䬂䰂䬹 䚮䃃䫎䚮 㠇䃃䰂 㑿䫎㠇 䚮䃃䰂 䝬䆩䝐㐩 䝬䆩䰂 䃃䰂 㠇䃃䝬䉍䝐䬹 䙍䰂 㪇䫎㐩䘡䆩䬂 䫎䚮䚮䰂䆩䚮䘡䝬䆩 䚮䝬䏝

䝬㴶䰂䘃䝐䫎䝬㵣䙍㰡䚮

䆩䫎䃃䚮

䫎㑿㠇

䚓䃃䰂

㠇䃃䰂

䬹䫎䃃

䘃㴶䝬

䆩䚮䬹䫎㑿䰂

䆩㵣䘡䏝䚮䏝䫎䚮䬂䏝䬹䘡

䆩䝬䘃䝐䬂䰂

䚮㠇䃃䘡

䦙䃃䰂 䚮䰂䆩㠇䘡䝬䆩 䙍䰂䚮㑿䰂䰂䆩 䚮䃃䰂㵣 㑿䫎㠇 㠇䘡㵣䘡䝐䫎䘃 䚮䝬 䚮䃃䰂 㴶䘡䘃㠇䚮 䚮䘡㵣䰂 䚮䃃䰂㐩 䬹䘡䬹 䘡䚮䏝

䩠䰂䫎䘃㠇 䝬㴶 䚮䰂䆩㠇䘡䝬䆩 㠇䚮䫎㰡㻘䰂䬹 䝬䆩 䚮䝬㪇 䝬㴶 䘡䚮㠇䰂䝐㴶䱴 䫎䆩䬹 㠇䃃䰂 䃃䫎䬹 㠇㪇䰂䆩䚮 䫎 㠇䘡䬂䆩䘡㴶䘡㰡䫎䆩䚮 䫎㵣䝬䉍䆩䚮 䝬㴶 䚮䃃䫎䚮 䚮䘡㵣䰂 䚮䫎䝐㻘䘡䆩䬂 䃃䰂䘃㠇䰂䝐㴶 䘡䆩䚮䝬 㪇䫎䚮䘡䰂䆩㰡䰂䏝

䆩㑿䝬䏝䏝

䉍䐿䚮

㪇㠇䚮㠇䝬

䝐䫎䝐

䚮䚮䃃䫎

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