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Nao blushed a little feeling his ass cheeks being spread, revealing his used hole, and it went away once he felt Denieru let him go. He slowly walked behind Denieru to the office where he looked around at the room that was dimly lit by candles shaded by blocks of paper and wood with kanji painted on the paper. The room looked extremely antique, with statues made from wood of Japanese deities and folklore creatures. In the center of the room sat a man around 5' 9" seated on a cushion in a black, formal kimono with red, four-leaved plants along the left. His long long, white hair hung down to his waist, his bangs parted down the middle and touching his jaw line, his hair braided with a black, silk hair tie holding it. His bright blue eyes stared at Denieru, his hard sculpted face void of emotion even as he gazed upon Nao.
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