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Evil MC's NTR Harem

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The_Procrastinator · แฟนตาซี
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227 Chs

Chapter 91 Oblivion

"Wow. This room is incredible!" Mary gasped, her voice filled with awe, as she stepped into the space designated as hers. The sight before her was nothing short of overwhelming. 

Racks upon racks of clothes lined the walls, each bursting with variety: jeans, shirts, dresses, and even underwear. 

There weren't just a few of each—there were hundreds. Hundreds of perfectly folded, meticulously arranged pieces, all seemingly untouched.

Her gaze wandered to the far end of the room, where another collection caught her eye. She froze, her cheeks heating as she realized what they were. 

Rows upon rows of... personal items, every shape and size imaginable, arranged as if they were just another mundane necessity.

Her sister hadn't lied to her—this place truly had everything. 

What shocked her the most, however, wasn't the sheer abundance of it all but the uncanny precision.