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Chapter 21 by Ferisia Ferisia

What do you say?

“—Lose you get five minutes to do whatever you want to me”

“Deal.”

Your hands lock together. His grip is warm, strong, and a bit sweaty from precious exertions.

“Ready when you are, big guy,” you smirk, already feeling a thrill run through you.

Contest of strength!

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