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... the phone rang, he turned towards the occupants in the bedroom and pointed towards the door with his tail.

"I'm sorry, I'll come find you all later but for now I need the room."

"Should I be wearing clothes when you come for me~?" Lusamine asked flirtatiously.

"Whether you are or aren't, I won't touch you."

"Why nottt?! You and your wives never accept my offers!"

"Because we aren't really the sharing type? And besides, it's for your safety."

"Eh? ...

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