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TDG: Ultimate Villain - Ch 20 Enticing rewards for the winner of the bet. (R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-04-23 23:20:51 +0000 UTCAs their lips locked, hands wandered freely, exploring each other's bodies with growing urgency.
Shen Fei remained oblivious to the fact that his physique was subconsciously releasing an enticing aura—one that only heightened Yang Xin’s arousal.
Otherwise, the esteemed and elegant director of the Alchemist Association would never behave like a wanton woman in heat, surrendering to her lust so shamelessly.
Even if she had decided to honor her bet, she would have done so in the privacy of her quarters—not here, in the sanctity of her office.
Eventually, Yang Xin managed to gather a shred of composure. With effort, she pressed her hands against Shen Fei’s chest and pushed him back slightly. Their lips parted, leaving behind trails of heat as both of them stood there, panting—faces flushed, breaths shallow.
Reluctantly, Shen Fei slid his hands away from the soft curves he had been gripping so greedily. His fingers left her breasts and her ass, still tingling from his touch. He looked at her, eyes gleaming with mischief, silently questioning her hesitation.
Yang Xin adjusted her robe, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart. Her voice came out low and seductive, laced with both teasing and warning: “The bet was for a massage, Brother Shen Fei. You’re clearly taking liberties you weren’t granted.”
Shen Fei stepped closer again, wrapping an arm around her waist, drawing her flushed body against his. His voice was a heated whisper, tickling her ear. “Of course I’m claiming my prize. You said I could massage your body wherever I wanted… So I massaged your breasts and ass. They're so heavy—it must be exhausting carrying these around all day. I think a daily massage is necessary. For your comfort, of course.”
“You damn hooligan,” Yang Xin gasped, her tone playfully scolding as she bit back a smile. “If that was a massage, then what exactly was that kiss?”
Shen Fei chuckled softly, eyes gleaming. “That? That was me massaging your lips and tongue with mine. It was intense work. I nearly ran out of breath several times.” His hands began their sinful descent once more, caressing the smooth slopes of her waist.
Before she could protest again, he pulled her into another deep, fervent kiss. One hand slipped under the silky folds of her robe and cupped her breast, kneading it firmly, while the other slid along the slit of her dress, fingers curling around her soft, rounded ass. He gave it a hard squeeze, drawing a moan from her throat.
“Mmmh…”
Yang Xin’s moans were muffled against his lips. Despite her earlier resistance, she began to melt under his touch, her body responding eagerly. Her breasts and ass yielded and reshaped beneath Shen Fei’s commanding hands, as waves of pleasure dulled her reasoning.
Their passion grew wilder with every heartbeat. The room, once silent and dignified, now pulsed with heat and lust.
They devoured each other with unchecked hunger, lost in a world where the rules no longer mattered, only the raw, undeniable craving that pulled them closer with every touch, every kiss, every breath.
As their mouths met again, the heat between them ignited like dry leaves catching fire. Tongues tangled, breath mingled, and the kiss deepened until it was no longer just about lips—it became a battle of need, a surrender of restraint.
“Aah”
Shen Fei’s hands roamed greedily, fingers slipping over every curve with possessive intent. His touch was not gentle—it was hungry, deliberate, as though trying to memorize the texture of her flesh through his fingertips.
Yang Xin gasped softly into his mouth as his hand cupped her full breast through her robe, thumb brushing against her stiffening nipple.
“Ohh”
She felt the shock of pleasure ripple through her chest, her knees weakening. The other hand gripped her ass with raw force, lifting her slightly to press her pussy tighter against his hard dick.
“You’re so sensitive,” Shen Fei whispered against her lips, his voice low and dark, laced with desire. “This body… It’s begging for a massage from my hands.”
Yang Xin’s breath hitched as he began kneading her breast through the thin silk, the fabric doing little to dull the sensation. Her face flushed deeper. She knew she should stop him—should assert control—but her body had already betrayed her.
“You… You’re shameless…” she panted, even as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her voice melting into a moan as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and began to kiss her there—slow, open-mouthed kisses that made her shiver.
Shen Fei’s fingers found the knot of her sash and undid it with practiced ease. Her robe parted, exposing the inner slope of her breasts, the delicate line of her waist. He pulled the fabric aside, baring her skin inch by inch.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this?” he murmured, eyes devouring her body as he let his hand slide over her bare belly, down to her hip, then lower—fingers teasing the sensitive crease between her thighs.
Yang Xin trembled. Her breath came in broken gasps as his fingers traced over her underwear, pressing softly, then firmly, against the growing wetness there.
“Mmmh…” she bit her lip, trying to contain the moan, but her head fell back, exposing her throat to him—a silent invitation.
Shen Fei took it gladly, planting heated kisses along her neck while his hand moved with slow, wicked rhythm over her damp folds, rubbing her through the thin fabric, feeling the way her body twitched in his grasp.
“You’re soaking through,” he growled, voice husky. “Don’t tell me you’re still pretending this is just a ‘massage’?”
Yang Xin let out a breathless laugh, half-shamed, half-wild. “You bastard…”
He lifted her effortlessly onto the desk, papers scattering to the floor as her legs parted for him without hesitation.
Her robe slipped down her shoulders completely now, exposing her bountiful breasts. He groaned at the sight, kneeling slightly as he buried his face between them, kissing, biting, sucking each mound with rough affection.
Her back arched, hands threading into his hair. Her moans filled the air, breathy and high, as he took one swollen nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while his fingers kept teasing her soaked slit, now sliding the fabric aside.
Yang Xin’s body was trembling, her thighs twitching each time his thumb flicked across her clit. Her body was flushed, glowing with desire as she whispered his name between gasps, “Shen Fei… please…”
That word—please—tipped something inside him.
He rose, untying his robes, letting them fall as his erect cock sprang free, rigid with desire. Yang Xin’s eyes widened briefly, but she didn’t look away. Her thighs spread wider, her hips lifted toward him instinctively, needing more.
Shen Fei leaned in close, forehead resting against hers as he aligned himself against her dripping entrance.
“Say it,” he murmured, his tip nudging her folds. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want it,” she whispered, eyes half-lidded with lust. “I want you, Shen Fei.”
And with that, he pushed his dick in, slowly but firmly, stretching her pussy, open with one deep, smooth thrust.
Yang Xin cried out, arms clutching at him as her body was filled. Shen Fei groaned at the tight, wet heat surrounding his dick, pausing to savor it before pulling out and pushing in again—deeper this time.
Their bodies moved together rhythmically, the sounds of their union echoing off the office walls. The slap of skin, the wet friction, the breathy moans—it all melted into a symphony of raw, unfiltered passion.
“Ooh”
Pah.
Pah.
Yang Xin clawed at his back as his hips slammed into hers again and again, her voice rising into choked gasps. Shen Fei grabbed her by the waist, lifting her slightly, angling deeper, harder—until she cried out again, her body trembling violently in release.
Still moving, he kissed her lips again, softer this time, while whispering against her mouth, “We’re not done yet…”
Pah.
Pah.
Their bodies moved as one, tangled in passion and heat, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing within the confines of the room.
It was a perfect haven of indulgence. A sacred cage where lust and cultivation blended into one.
Pah
Pah
“Aaah”
“Mmh, shen..um”
Smack.
Shen Fei’s hips moved in deep, grinding strokes, his thick cock plunging into Yang Xin’s slick pussy again and again, reaching deeper with each thrust.
Her cries, once restrained, now came freely—moans of helpless pleasure as her body danced on the edge of climax again and again. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her back arched on the desk, robe long forgotten.
"Ahh... Shen Fei..." she gasped, barely able to speak, her mind clouded with waves of bliss. Her once calm and poised demeanor had crumbled completely. Her hair spilled like ink over the desk, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed with heat.
As their bodies mated in perfect rhythm, something awakened deep within Shen Fei.
His dual cultivation physique stirred—an ancient gift etched into every cell of his body. It responded not to will but to intimacy, to mutual desire shared through the act of physical union. With each climax, a warm surge of spiritual energy pulsed from his core and flowed into Yang Xin, while hers did the same, drawn by his physique’s mystical pull.
This wasn’t just sex.
It was a ritual.
As their sweat-slicked bodies writhed together, invisible strands of energy wove between them, interlocking their spiritual roots. The yin and yang within their bodies danced and merged, refining and purifying their essence.
A soft golden glow began to emanate from their skin.
Yang Xin felt it first. Amidst the flooding pleasure, there was a tingle in her dantian—a surge of clarity and vitality that washed away fatigue and impurities.
Her soul realm, once stagnant for years, shuddered, then slowly began to expand. A bloom of soft light lit within her core as her soul force surged upward.
"Wh-what is this...?" she gasped breathlessly, looking up at Shen Fei, whose blood-red eyes were glowing faintly.
Shen Fei leaned forward, lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "It’s my physique. It draws out the essence of both bodies and refines it. You're becoming stronger... more refined. Don’t resist it. Just let it happen."
“Oohh”
With a helpless moan, she clung tighter to him, her body trembling as another orgasm tore through her.
Time blurred.
He carried her to the nearby couch after the desk was soaked with their passion. He pressed her from behind, her arms clinging to the backrest as he gripped her hips and thrust with slow, controlled power. Her breasts bounced with each impact, body trembling from the aftershocks of multiple releases.
“Mmh”
Then he lifted her in his lap, kissing and sucking her nipples as she rode him, panting, moaning, nails scratching his back, begging for more.
Every position, every union, deepened their bond. Every climax ignited another surge of power between them.
Their soul force climbed continuously. Her body, once slightly stagnated due to the mental burden of her duties, was now flowing with revitalized energy. Her talent for cultivation sharpened, her meridians expanded, and her spiritual sea became deeper and more vibrant.
Their bodies never slowed, sustained by their shared energy, hearts beating in sync. The deeper their union, the more powerful the effect. They were no longer just lovers caught in passion—they were dual cultivators forging a powerful synergy.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and spiritual energy.
The once-pristine office was now a temple of indulgence—papers scattered, furniture shifted, and the lingering echoes of unrestrained passion humming through the walls.
But outside, not a sound escaped. The entire room, crafted from ancient spiritual wood, remained perfectly sealed. It had absorbed all vibration, all cries, all gasps, like a silent witness to their pleasure and ascension.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Their bodies collided again and again, Shen Fei thrusting deep into Yang Xin from behind as she gripped the edge of the desk for support, her knuckles pale, legs shaking with every thrust.
“Aaah! Hah… ahh… S-Shen Fei!” Yang Xin cried out, her moans loud and helpless, eyes rolling back as he pounded into her dripping pussy with relentless rhythm.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
His hands squeezed her hips tightly, the wet squelch of her soaked folds ringing with every impact. Her breasts swung wildly beneath her, brushing against the cool desk surface, nipples hard and swollen from earlier abuse. Her voice trembled with every breath.
“Hnnn! Mmmgh—ah! So deep… I-I can’t take it…!”
But she did. Again and again.
Their bodies had long surpassed exhaustion—kept alive by the mysterious force of Shen Fei’s dual cultivation physique, which continued drawing and refining their shared essence. With each merging, the energy flowing between them became more purified, shedding layers of spiritual filth and pushing their cultivation to unprecedented levels.
On the couch. Against the wall. With her legs draped over his shoulders, with her thighs wrapped around his waist.
Every position, every angle, every connection—they had done it all.
And now, three hours in, Yang Xin’s body was barely responsive from the endless pleasure, her skin glowing with a soft golden hue, her dantian surging wildly with chaotic spiritual power.
Shen Fei pressed her down one last time—her back arched against the wooden floor, her legs spread wide, trembling violently as his dick plunged in and out of her drenched, fluttering entrance.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Haah… ngh… ahh! I-I’m… close again!” she cried, voice raw and hoarse.
Shen Fei’s voice was low, deep, feral. “I can feel it… your dantian… it's swelling. You're right at the threshold. Take it… take all of me!”
His movements grew faster, harder—his hips pistoning with furious, determined pace as the flesh-slapping sounds intensified, echoing throughout the soundproofed room.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Yang Xin’s body quivered uncontrollably beneath him. Her hands clawed at the floor, eyes unfocused, mouth open as moans spilled endlessly.
“Aaaahh! Ah! Shen Fei—I can’t—ah! Something’s happening inside me!”
Her eyes widened as a powerful wave of energy crashed through her meridians. Her soul realm, which had been stuck at the peak of Gold rank for the last three years, began to crack—then shatter, like a dam finally bursting open.
With one final, deep thrust, Shen Fei roared—his cock buried to the hilt—as he released his thick, hot cum into her deepest point.
“Urrghh… take it… take all of it!”
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
His seed flooded her trembling womb in thick waves. And the moment it did, a brilliant black-gold light exploded from her body.
Yang Xin screamed—a cry of rapture and breakthrough—as her cultivation soared past the bottleneck, smashing through the Gold rank barrier and establishing itself as a Black Gold-ranked Demon Spiritualist.
Boom.
A shockwave of spiritual power rippled from her, distorting the air. The ground beneath them vibrated as ancient arrays inscribed in the spirit wood activated automatically, absorbing and neutralizing the raw power of her breakthrough.
She lay there beneath him, dazed, glowing, utterly ruined in the best way—body twitching, fluids dripping between her thighs, mind barely holding onto clarity.
“Shen Fei…” she whispered, her voice trembling with awe. “I... I finally broke through. Black Gold… I…”
"I've... never felt this way... not even in breakthrough meditation..." she murmured, dazed.
Shen Fei gently brushed her damp hair away from her cheek, kissing her forehead. “You’ll never need solitary breakthroughs again. With me... your growth will be limitless.”
A faint smile curved her lips as she buried her face against his neck. “Then take responsibility… if I get addicted to this feeling...”
“I already have,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her tighter. “Your body... your strength... they belong to me now.”
And in the silence that followed, as their energies slowly settled, their souls had already intertwined far deeper than flesh could ever reach.
Silence hung in the air, thick with the afterglow of passion—until Shen Fei broke it with a smirk tugging at his lips.
“How about we celebrate your breakthrough?” he murmured, his voice teasing, wicked.
Yang Xin, utterly spent and lying in a daze on the spirit wood floor, could only offer a tired, lazy nod. Her body was sore and slick, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her Black Gold breakthrough.
Shen Fei shifted beside her, his still-erect cock throbbing with need once again. He leaned over her, brushing her damp hair aside, and positioned himself near her face.
“How about giving your lips… another massage?” he whispered, dragging the tip of his dick across her soft, parted lips.
Before she could respond, he gently but firmly guided his dick between them. Her lips instinctively closed around his cock, the familiar heat of her mouth making him groan.
“Mmm… that’s it,” he growled, holding her head in place as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her mouth, savoring every warm, wet inch.
Yang Xin moaned softly around his cock, letting him guide her rhythm. Her tongue swirled and teased beneath the thick shaft, her mouth still sensitive from moaning hours earlier. Saliva dripped down her chin as he pushed deeper, his cock brushing the back of her throat.
Slurp. Gag. Slurp.
Minutes passed, his hips moving steadily, picking up pace as the pleasure built. His fingers curled in her hair, guiding her head with growing urgency.
Soon, he began to drive deeper, pressing past her throat's resistance until his entire length slipped into her warm, tight passage. She gagged slightly but didn’t resist, trusting him, surrendering to the sensation.
“Ughh… just like that… deeper,” he grunted, his eyes blazing red with lust. Her cheeks hollowed with each pull, her throat squeezing him in waves.
Slap. Slurp.
Gag.
Another ten minutes passed. Her eyes had grown glazed, her mouth stretched wide, throat slick and tight around him.
And then—
“Ahhh…”
With a low groan, Shen Fei reached his peak, burying himself completely as he released his thick load straight into her throat.
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
Yang Xin's eyes fluttered as she felt the warm bursts hit her throat directly, her airway filled, unable to move as Shen Fei held her head in place, keeping his cock buried to the hilt.
“Swallow it all,” he ordered softly, his hand stroking her cheek.
Gulp. Gulp.
She obeyed, swallowing each hot pulse, her throat working gently around his cock until the last drop was drained. Only then did he loosen his grip.
She pulled back slowly, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She coughed softly, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling as she finally caught her breath.
Her voice was hoarse but satisfied. “You’re… insatiable…”
Shen Fei chuckled and helped her up gently. After a few minutes of rest, both made their way to the private bath nestled within Yang Xin’s office—a small spring of clear spiritual water, surrounded by polished stone and scented with herbs that soothed the body and soul.
Steam curled into the air like rising spirit mist as Shen Fei and Yang Xin stepped into the bathing chamber hidden behind a concealed sliding panel in her office. The room itself was a luxurious sanctuary, reserved for only the highest-ranked members of the Alchemist Association. Built with spiritual jade stone and enchanted tiles, it was infused with cleansing arrays and calming incense that soothed not only the body but the soul.
The centerpiece was a wide, natural spring bath sunk into the floor—its water gently glowing with pale blue light. This wasn’t ordinary water. It was Spirit-Infused Cleansing Essence, drawn from a mineral-rich hot spring below the city, enhanced with rare herbs and formations that revitalized meridians and restored mental clarity.
The moment Yang Xin’s feet dipped into the warm water, she let out a soft, relieved sigh. Her sore thighs, trembling knees, and swollen core welcomed the soothing embrace of the spirit spring. Shen Fei stepped in after her, his chiseled body still radiating warmth from their earlier passions. The water rippled around his muscular frame as he pulled her gently to the center.
She sat between his legs, her back resting against his chest, her freshly cleaned hair cascading down her back in long, damp waves. Shen Fei wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in until there was no space between them, their bare skin sliding slick against one another.
“Mmm… I could stay like this forever…” Yang Xin whispered, her eyes half-lidded, utterly relaxed.
Shen Fei chuckled, low and smooth in her ear, his hands exploring her body lazily under the water—his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, her stomach, slowly traveling upward to cup her soft, buoyant breasts.
“I wouldn’t mind,” he murmured, gently kneading her mounds beneath the surface. “You feel even softer in water…”
Yang Xin shivered as his thumbs circled her nipples, which were already stiffening again, this time under the caress of warm water and gentle touch rather than intense pounding.
“Even after three hours…” she muttered breathlessly, voice trembling. “You still want more?”
He bent forward, lips brushing her neck, voice like velvet. “Want? No, Yang Xin. I crave you.”
His words sent goosebumps down her arms. She tilted her head slightly, exposing more of her neck to his mouth as he began to kiss her slowly—soft, lingering pecks turning into open-mouthed kisses along the wet skin of her shoulder.
Under the water, his hands never stopped moving—one playing with her breasts, the other dipping between her thighs.
Yang Xin whimpered, her body already reacting, hips shifting slightly under the water.
“Shen Fei…” she breathed, but her voice held no protest. Only longing.
He slipped a finger into her folds beneath the surface, feeling how warm and slick she already was again, even after the merciless ravaging earlier.
“You’re sensitive,” he teased. “Still aching for me?”
She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The way her body bucked gently into his hand said enough.
He slid a finger into her pussy slowly, then another, curling them upward inside her tight walls. With his thumb, he circled her clit with excruciating slowness. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, lips parted, breath shallow.
Slosh. Slosh.
The water lapped gently around them as her hips rocked, soft moans slipping from her lips again.
“Ahh… ngh… Shen Fei…” she gasped, her voice trembling.
“Say it,” he whispered into her ear. “Say you love it.”
“I… I love it,” she moaned, eyes rolling as her inner walls clamped down on his fingers.
His pace quickened, fingers moving more aggressively, sending waves of pleasure through her.
Slap. Slap.
The sound of his palm splashing against the surface echoed softly as her moans filled the steamy chamber once again.
“Aah”
When she came, she did so with a cry—her body jerking in his arms, thighs trembling uncontrollably, her release mixing with the spirit water as Shen Fei held her close, kissing her neck as she rode out her climax.
He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, tasting her. “Divine,” he murmured.
Yang Xin, still recovering, turned around in his arms. Her eyes glimmered with mischief and desire. She straddled him slowly, water cascading over her curves, her hands sliding down his chest.
“Now it’s your turn,” she whispered.
Without warning, she reached under the water and gripped his hardening cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately, with a practiced hand. His breath caught, and he growled softly.
Yang Xin rose slightly, aligning herself, then sank down onto him—inch by inch—as the water rippled violently around them.
Splash. Splash.
Slap.
Their bodies came together again, this time slower, deeper, more intimate. There was no rush. No urgency. Just raw, sensual union under the floating steam, accompanied by whispered moans and the soft splash of water stirred by their movement.
She rode him slowly, rhythmically, their lips meeting in slow, hungry kisses. Every motion of her hips was smooth and deliberate, grinding his cock deeper into her fluttering depths.
“Mmmh… Shen Fei… you’re still so hard…” she gasped against his mouth.
“And you’re still perfect,” he murmured, holding her waist as he thrust up into her.
Their love-making continued for nearly another hour in the bath, surrounded by the calming power of the spirit-infused waters. Their souls felt lighter. Their minds sharper. Their bond—stronger than ever.
When they finally stilled, Yang Xin lay limp in his arms once more, her head resting on his chest, both of them floating gently in the warm bathwater.
After a thorough bath, they dried off and changed into fresh robes stored inside their respective storage rings.
Refreshed, Shen Fei made his way to the director’s chair, lounging like he owned it. He motioned casually for Yang Xin to come to him.
She approached slowly, hips swaying with practiced seduction—despite having been ravished for hours, she still moved with the elegance and allure of a true temptress.
He pulled her gently into his lap, her soft body fitting perfectly against his as she rested her back against his chest. Her hair was damp and fragrant, cascading down her shoulders like silk.
Shen Fei buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. “Mmm… you smell divine.”
Yang Xin smiled, her fingers brushing along his thigh. “You really don’t get tired, do you?”
“I just broke my favorite toy in. Why would I?” he teased, nuzzling against her ear as he began to play with her hair.
Nearly five hours had passed since they had first stepped into Yang Xin’s office and descended into those intoxicating rounds of debauchery.
There, in the quiet serenity of her office, surrounded by the faint glow of spirit wood walls and the lingering scent of steam and sweat, they sat entangled—two cultivators no longer bound by limits, but by lust, power, and something slowly growing deeper.
Suddenly—
Knock.
Knock.
The sharp rapping on the door cut through the quiet.
Both Shen Fei and Yang Xin stirred, exchanging a quick glance. With practiced ease, they straightened their robes, smoothing out any signs of their earlier indulgence. Once presentable, they moved toward the door.
As it opened, the dignified figure of Alchemist Huang stood on the other side, his expression respectful but calm.
Looking at him, Shen Fei spoke first, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Master Huang, have all the answers I submitted on the bulletin board been verified? I’ve been stuck in the office for nearly five hours… and I’m bored out of my mind.”
“Of course, Nephew Shen,” Alchemist Huang replied with a nod. “Everything has been confirmed. President Gu Yan has summoned you to officially award you the Master Alchemist badge.”
He then turned slightly to Yang Xin and added, “Director Yang, the President also instructed that appropriate Master Alchemist robes be prepared for Nephew Shen.”
Yang Xin gave a soft smile, her posture elegant and composed despite the intense hours she’d spent tangled with Shen Fei. Her tone was gentle but authoritative.
“No need to worry. Generally, we don’t keep a Master Alchemist robe tailored for someone of Brother Shen’s size—after all, it’s practically unheard of for someone so young to earn this title. It’s nothing short of a miracle.”
She glanced at Shen Fei, eyes glinting with subtle warmth. “I’ll have a set prepared to fit him properly by tomorrow.”
With that, she turned gracefully on her heel, her freshly cleaned hair swaying behind her as she began walking toward the conference hall.
“Let’s not keep the President waiting.”
Shen Fei followed without hesitation, a confident aura surrounding him, his movements calm yet commanding. Alchemist Huang walked slightly behind him, glancing occasionally at the young man who was already shaking the foundations of Glory City’s alchemical world.
Step by step, he left the indulgent privacy of the director’s office and strode toward a new stage.
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