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"you've got one set of balls"
-my wise ass wisdom
PROLOGUE
In the densely packed streets of Tokyo stood a young, alluring woman. To call her a girl would be to underestimate who she was and appeared to be. For someone in highschool her physical attributes were extremely attractive to passers-by and her aura did not insinuate any childishness. She was, by all means, the perfect woman to many who came across her. So it begs the question, how in the fuck did Kenma Kozume of all people manage to pull her?