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He pushed against the seal, using his mana to separate from his clone, but it was like he was buried in concrete. He couldn’t project his mana even a centimeter beyond his skin. It was even more difficult than performing his workout, but this was precisely what he wanted. Saimallah said that he and his fellow monks used these headbands to train their projection abilities, and there was no better way than this. As he struggled and strained, the seal began to give, ever so slightly, feeling less like concrete and more like rubber.

“I didn’t make…ahhhhhh!” I was slamming the full length of my cock into Carol’s ass. It had to hurt, but she kept going. “I’m going to cum.” I could feel her stroking her clit more rapidly.“Yes you are, slut. And I am going to cum in your nasty slut asshole. You want my cum don’t you?”“Yes.”“Say it! Tell me you want my cum in your ass!”

“All I ever wanted was to change the world, to make it a better place where the weak wouldn’t be stepped on and enslaved, where freedom was a right instead of a privilege. I pushed myself, I struggled, I suffered, all for that goal, and survival is the best I could accomplish? If I have to focus only on survival, to be grateful just for staying alive, then how am I supposed to change anything? How am I any different from those who do nothing to fix this broken, corrupt reality?”