“Azeer!” she exclaims, lunging out of bed and thrashing me with a duo of pillows like a birthday party piñata. “You fucking creep! Why the fuck are you in my room?” She continues to pummel me, and I can’t blame her. It’s a welcome distraction from the sight of her. But after the fifteenth smack, I reach my limit. I grab the cushion and hurl it away in frustration. “Clean up, put on some clothes, and finish packing up the rest of East Asia!” I order, intending to leave the room. However, Alina stands in my way, blocking the doorway. She crosses her arms, uplifting those heavy breasts. I try to
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