The Day I Plant My Seed in an American Big Sister's Pussy

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The moment I stepped through the gate and set foot in front of the strangler fig, I checked that the bundle I'd brought was still intact.

Okay, looks fine.

It hadn't been altered by traveling through space or anything.

Isn't this a revolution in logistics?!

If I can move things around this easily—not just people, but objects, too—it'll make life incredibly convenient from now on.

Mmmh…… haaahm. Cutie?

(Umm…… haaahm. Cutie?)

Claire, who'd been asleep just moments ago, sensed my presence and came out.

Whoa, boobs...