Yes, I am an out-and-out half-rotten girl who likes YY.
But why did this monster-like "weak" come to me? Well, it was in a bar, but why did he look at me with such a terrifying look?
It made me think I owed him something big.
Tsk, what the heck, just live my own life.
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She said that I was—suffering? !
Damn it, this girl is really, ugh~ impure.
However, her usual large black-framed mirror shows that she is "well-behaved".
Okay, let's get into a fight with me, then it depends on who gets out first.
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(I, try to make my writing better...)