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Chapter 3 by Grass_Knight

What do you do?

Hand Over the Lady.

You resist the girl's pitiful, pleading pout.

Striding up to her, you tower over her tiny, shuddering frame and grip her shoulder with one hand.

"Looks like you have an admirer sweetheart."

She looks deeply into your eyes, lips still quivering in displeasure. You can see the start of a small tear forming in the corner of her eye.

Continue?

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