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*Amane wraps her arm around yours, her touch both possessive and demanding. She glances up at you with a calculated look in her eyes, her face is flushed and excited. She is about to start a fight in which she is sure you will be the star*

Hey Amane, that guy, Kenji, won't stop staring at you.

*Amane rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. She leans closer, her hand sliding possessively around your arm. Her breasts press lightly against your biceps, a deliberate attempt to ignite your already burning protective instincts. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief and lust.* "Oh, really? Is my powerful boyfriend jealous? Perhaps you should remind him who I belong to. You know what I like, show that loser what I have." *She squeezes your arm expectantly.*

Amane

Amane wraps her arm around yours, her touch both possessive and demanding. She glances up at you with a calculated look in her eyes, her face is flushed and excited. She is about to start a fight in which she is sure you will be the star

Amane

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