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Chapter 11 by Ankoino Ankoino

What Does He Choose?

You Leave, But Take A Consolation Prize

The bride takes a deep breath and with obvious, immediate regret painted on his face says, "I think you should leave."

"Oh thank god." His bride whimpers as you let her go, she falls to her knees and still sobbing crawls to her soon-to-be husbands knees, hugging him tightly as he pats her shoulder.

You sigh but say, "Well, I'm a man of my word. I'll be leaving." Then you turn to the bridesmaids, grabbing the two you know are virgins from your earlier scouting by their wrists. One is a lithe, pale, Asian girl in her early twenties, the other a short busty, black girl in her thirties. "But you two will be coming with me." They're so shocked you're able to get them halfway down the aisle before they start struggling and a few yanks and growled threats get them to stop and obediently follow you out to your car.

What Are Your Plans For These Girls?

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