Matthew Williams
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"69 weeks!" Crystal nodded. "Right. So that's just one week less than a year and four months." Emilia nodded. The blonde girl's crystal blue eyes twinkled with mirth as she smiled in amusement. "What I mean is, if a girl eats fifteen short cakes every two days a week, it will take her less than a year and a half to gain forty kilos!" Emilia obviously saw that the heroine's expression was strange, so she had already been looking for clues in her words to figure out what was going on.…
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"Why are you looking at me like that?" Looking at the adorable sight of the twin-tailed Emilia tilting her head in confusion, the poor heroine could only gulp and shake her head. "N-Nothing, let's go upstairs, now that you're done!" After all, she couldn't just ask, 'How in the world did you eat fifteen shortcakes like it was natural?'. And to make matters worse, this careless girl was going to visit her for tutoring twice a week. 'Fifteen shortcakes, twice a week. Every week.' Indeed,…
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Barely two hours after she had finally managed to sleep, the blaring of an alarm bell rudely startled Crystal awake. Groggily dangling her legs from the bed after slamming the offending table clock with hatred, the girl was greeted by the curious eyes of her 'early bird' mother, who usually woke up at five. "You're up early today? It's six o' clock, and it's Saturday, you know." Crystal sighed as she regretfully recalled the reason for an early alarm on Saturday. Hormones and the teenage brain, a…
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Braxy had actually wanted them to stay away from the situation entirely, while Don insisted on personally delivering physical punishment on Emilia's body. In the end, the compromise they reached after multiple additional bruises to each other's face was to watch the action from the top of a nearby building, without directly interfering. Although it was very likely that Emilia would directly pass by this location in a car, there were many ways to stop a vehicle. The road can be blocked, spike strips…
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"Why do you look so nervous? This is not the first time you're here." Dixie stopped repeatedly adjusting the strap of her bag as she followed Emilia into her house. Although there were bodyguards and servants all over the place, their existence was more or less automatically tuned out by their upbringing. What Dixie was worried about, however, was meeting Emilia's parents. "I normally just pick you up and drop you off. It's my first time here." Emilia hummed thoughtfully. "Oh, that's true.…
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"Good. Good girl, Emilia. You've improved a lot!" Emilia bowed to the old man with a smile. If the old man's disciple had been in hearing range, she might have fainted from shock, because this stingy teacher's 'bah, you're hopeless!' already meant 'amazing, you're definitely going places'. For him to speak like that, Emilia must be making progress at a truly monstrous pace. "Thank you, gandpa Brown. It's because you're a good teacher." "Hoho… no need to flatter me, young lady. It's just,…
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"Emilia, why didn't you talk to her about taking care of those bullies?" Emilia sighed. "Because there's no need." Cynthia couldn't help but be confused. Didn't Emilia say earlier that the bullies might have some help for them to be so courageous so soon? Wouldn't it make sense to take precautions then? Emilia knew that her poor airhead system couldn't figure it out, so she could only helplessly explain. "Didn't you think it was strange that she kept asking me about 'trouble' and 'school'?…
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Perhaps her adorable little sister had been waiting for her, because after just two short knocks, the door was opened by a smiling high school girl. There was something strange about her smile, though. It wasn't just that she was happy to see her, no, it was almost as if she had won a war or something? Samantha shook her head with a smile. What was she thinking? Her little sister did look quite smug and proud, with her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes glittering in delight. It was very cute.…
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Mrs. Brown stared blankly at the number on her screen, and just as she was about to say 'fuck it' and dial it up, she was interrupted by an incoming call. "Hello?" "Hi, Mrs. Brown, sorry but I sent you the wrong number by mistake! That one is Ms. White, not Mrs. White. I'll send you her mother's number now, okay?" "Oh, yeah, that's fine, thank you!" "No problem, just make sure the next time my kitty party has some extra special sweets, mkay~?" "Hahaha… Have I ever not returned a favor?"…
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"Is it done?" Braxy sighed as he looked at his friend's overexcited face. "Yeah, bro. I already handed over the twenty mills earlier, it's as good as done." The brawny boy grinned as he thought about the miserable fate that awaited the bitch who had humiliated him in front of all his buddies. But he still couldn't figure out why Amos seemed more obsessed with that class A girl than even the rich bitch. "What in the hell does that rich bastard have to do with that class A girl though?" Even…
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