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They didn’t look like statues by any means, but they were a creation of a Muse descendant. They’d need godstones to be able to function in the real world, just like that soldier statue and the dummies. Not real, I said to myself and stepped deeper into the room. Not real, not real, not real…
“I would bend you over until you risked breaking,” he said, his thrusts more desperate now. “I would fuck that beautiful mouth of yours until you cried tears for me. I would spread these gorgeous legs until I was so deep inside you, you couldn’t feel your own self anymore.”

