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Chapter 13 by Hvast Hvast

Will Mira ask for their help? Or will she confess her true mission?

Ask to distract Marus

"Of course, he has no chance! And it's good too." Mira managed a weak smile, "Usmar is pure and noble. I don't want him to win such a competition... ever," she whispered hoarsely.

"I see you care for him deeply," Jasmine said softly, with a lewd smile on her lips.

Mira exhaled shakily, her breasts heaving. "I am afraid, Jasmine... I'm so afraid." Her voice trembled with barely restrained emotion. "Men are weak, especially around such... gorgeous women as Marus's harem," she said, gesturing to her friend's voluptuous body.

"Oh, don't worry so much," Jasmine reassured her with a dismissive wave of her hand. "If you want him to lose, just wait. If he's as noble as you claim, he won't touch any girl."

Mira shook her head vigorously, her blond hair cascading around her face. "No, no, you don't understand him." A sob caught in her throat as she continued. "He will try to win... for me."

"What are you so afraid of?" Jasmine tilted her head, a frown creasing her perfectly arched brows.

Mira's almost teary eyes met Aleira-Jasmine's. "Don't you see? It's Marus' plan! He wants to corrupt this noble warrior... turn him into a **** monster like himself!" she whispered urgently. "I need your help..."

"Marus is much more complicated than a **** monster," Aleira answered with some unexpected strictness in her voice but softened almost immediately "What help do you need from me? I don't understand your goal. What is the plan? What is required of me, my friend."

Mira hesitated, her cheeks flushing even more. "I... I want you to..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she glanced around the dimly lit room, ensuring they were still alone and unheard. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "You know... distract Marus... using your body," she finally managed, her voice shaking with both urgency and embarrassment.

"And while I'm... distracting him?"

Mira swallowed hard. "I'll try to convince Usmar to not engage in this perverted competition," she said, her voice trembling with determination and fear. "Or... or at least lose on purpose."

Will Aleira help?

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