"Senpai est à moi"
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Une fille sans sentiments ressent la chose la plus douce et heureuse du monde elle est amoureuse!
Mais le garçon qu'elle traque et convoité par d'autres filles!
Mais comme je l'ai dit au début elle n'a pas de sentiments et elle n'épouvra pas de compassion envers celles qui veulent son Senpai!
Elle doit les éliminer de son chemin!
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