She is a turbulent wife who has her husband's sleeping bedroom hit by a gun with another person's stick behind her, and moves her waist to the elbow in contrast to rationality. It is a sensitive constitution that quickly rises to the sky, though I endure it while desperately covering my mouth with my hands. Even when you are jealous of Chikupo, there is a conflicting feeling that 'a husband will wake up with the naturally emerging jupo-jupo sound, and if insufficientness is to be exposed' and 'I want to put men themselves into the womb for as long as possible' are disturbed.
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