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Slowly, and with no shortage of effort, he began to pry off his clone, separating centimeter by centimeter. Sitting on the floor, he resembled an animal shedding its skin. Eventually, he and his clone split like dividing cells, but the seal was trying to pull them back together. Moving his clone forward felt like trying to swim upriver, and it was taking everything he had not to be pushed back, let alone advance further. However, he felt himself closing in on something, a sensation, or perhaps it could be called a state of mind. Whatever it was, it seemed to help him project his mana. If he could make this state of awareness easier to access, then his magic would surely grow much more powerful.

As she expected the next day, her father was in his chipper mood, catching him only as he left the house given it was the start of a new week.

“You’re so cute! You know I always want you to take what you want.” She looked towards the stall door. “Even if it gets me fired. Come here.” She took my hand and drew me closer. She stuck out her tongue and licked my now dangling cock at her eye level. She took it all into her mouth. “I just wanted a mouthful of your cum and I get this. My cock obliged by weakly dribbling a few drops of cum into Carol’s warm mouth. “Mmmm….best thing I’ve eaten all day.” She lifted up on one cheek and wiped her bum with the shirt. It was drenched with semen. “I’ll have to hide that one in the trash,” she smirked. “Hand me my panties. I’ve got to clean up in the ladies’ room. I’m supposed to meet my husband for lunch in 20 minutes. I hope he doesn’t notice I’m walking funny.” She pulled her panties on, smoothed her dress and arranged her hair in the mirror. She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” She disappeared quietly out of the door.