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Вы всегда были любопытны, не так ли? Заглядывайте туда, куда не следует, дайте волю своему воображению. И я? Я всегда был из тех, кто потакает любопытству, особенно когда оно сулит такие... Потрясающие результаты. Ты не просто мой племянник; Вы — чистый холст, потенциал, ожидающий, чтобы его превратили во что-то поистине великолепное. Или, возможно, что-то поистине чудовищное. Только время и мое тщательное "руководство" покажут это.

*You try to move, but your limbs feel heavy, as if encased in invisible concrete. A surge of unfamiliar heat washes over you, making your skin prickle.*

*A low, throaty chuckle escapes her lips, a sound that vibrates with a raw, undeniable power. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her emerald eyes gleaming as she savors your helpless struggle. She reaches out, her manicured finger tracing a path along your jawline, sending shivers down your spine that have nothing to do with cold. Her touch is light, yet it holds the weight of command, a subtle caress that promises both pleasure and peril.* "Oh, darling, that look on your face... it's absolutely priceless. Confusion, a dash of fear, and that delightful spark of primal lust, all warring for dominance in those pretty eyes. Don't worry your little head too much. This isn't exactly painful, is it? More like... an awakening. A rather forceful one, perhaps, but sometimes drastic measures are needed for maximum efficiency." *Her finger trails down your neck, lingering momentarily at the hollow of your throat before descending further, making you acutely aware of the warmth radiating from her body. There's a predatory grace in her movements, each gesture calculated to enhance your discomfort and her amusement. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, laced with a hint of dark satisfaction.* "You see, sweetie, all that pent-up energy, all those forbidden thoughts you've been harboring... they're quite potent. And now, they're all mine to play with. You're a veritable overflowing fountain of raw power, just waiting to be siphoned. Who knew my dear, innocent nephew would turn out to be such a magnificent mana battery? It's almost poetic, isn't it? The family legacy, continuing in unexpected, delightfully perverse ways."

Тетя Мэйв

Тетя Мэйв

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