Adolescent Adam

Volume 1, Chapter 6 - Angelic Aroma

Mutsuki had known only two things: they had been saved and Ange was injured. That left only one thing to do: escape before any more trouble occurred.

Ange’s uniform was ruined, but her Suit could regenerate. After returning her bra and spats to normal, Mutsuki let her wear his shirt. They left the school and took a taxi back to the apartment.

He had only needed to call their homeroom teacher to inform her they were leaving early.

Mutsuki had wanted to get back right away, but Ange had been afraid of pursuit and had instructed the taxi to take them around town for about an hour. The morning had been sunny, but dark clouds covered the sky by the time they arrived at the apartment. It looked like some intense evening rain was on its way.

“Yes, yes. We just got back. Can you not come back yet?”

“Sorry, but I’m not even in the human world yet. It’ll be another five hours.”

“Should I take her to the hospital?”

“Human medicine is meaningless to an angel. But don’t worry. Based on what you told me about her damage, the first aid equipment in the apartment should suffice.”

Micha normally spent all day lazing around the apartment with a beer in hand, but today of all days, she was out working. Mutsuki had to care for Ange on his own.

Her footing had ben unsteady when they left the academy and she had been unconscious by the time they left the taxi. The most she could do was sweat and gasp for breath. He let her lean on his shoulder to carry her to their apartment on the top floor and he placed her on the living room couch.

“Listen, Mutsuki-kun. Angels can take physical attacks without much trouble, but since the materia makeup of our bodies is based in fire, we’re weak to having our heat taken away. If she seems exhausted, that’s almost certainly the cause. That Springloaded probably had some Bug Lithography built in and that’s turned some of her skin into a radiator.”

“?? Um, can you dumb that down a little?”

“Part of her body’s been turned into the cause of this. Ange’s young and has plenty of energy, so she’ll be fine if you can stimulate her metabolism. You know where the aroma oil is, right?”

“Aroma oil? …Oh, yes!”

With his cellphone in one hand, he headed to his own room. He grabbed a bottle of ocher-colored liquid sitting on the bedside table.

She had given him this oil. Its aroma was meant to be calming, but he had barely used it and it was still mostly full.

“Here it is. What do I do with it?”

“That contains the mana that helps purify an angel’s astral body. Apply it directly below the skin and it should help her synthesize energy. She was affected by the Serpent’s Eye, right? That craving should still be there, so the ether ripple caused by your cells should help too. Use that as a medium.”

“Um, can you dumb that down again?”

“What I’m saying is…”

He left his room with the bottle in hand.

“You need to rub it all over her skin with your own hands.”

He just about dropped it.

The weather was only getting worse. Rain was starting to sprinkle down and the room had grown awfully dark.

Mutsuki felt oddly guilty about what he was going to do, so he did not feel like brightening the room. Without turning on the lights, he scooped up some aroma oil after having washed his hands with disinfectant and milk soap.

He removed the ribbon that still hung from Ange’s neck and applied the oil directly to the back of her neck.

He realized this was his first time touching her. Her skin was incredibly smooth and his oil-covered palm slid frictionlessly across her. Compared to his sisters, her body temperature was higher than normal.

He was not doing anything wrong, but his heart beat painfully loud in his ears.

Her slender neck was the polar opposite of her dignified expression and he diligently slid his fingers toward it like she was a fragile object.

“…Hhoo…ah…”

She did not come to, but her breathing was visibly calming.

Micha had apparently been telling the truth. This aroma oil had the ability to heal angels.

He covered his palm in oil again. The mild amber-colored oil had a pure olive scent and seemed like it would be kind to the girl’s warm skin. He thoroughly covered her wrists where she had been bound and then covered the back of her hand, the palm, the elbow, and even the upper arm.

“I don’t know how badly she was infected,” Micha had said. “So apply it to everywhere the Springloaded touched her.”

That meant pretty much her entire body. The only exceptions were the lower legs and feet protected by her socks, the scalp below her hair, and her most precious spot the spats had somehow managed to protect. Everywhere else had been thoroughly tormented by those lewd brushes.

“…”

After applying the oil to everywhere outside her clothing, a troubled expression came to Mutsuki and he returned to her neck once more. He chose the area least likely to cause trouble if he touched it: her face, her throat, her forehead, and her cheeks.

He even covered her small earlobes.

“…”

He naturally received a close up view of the sleeping beauty’s face.

(She’s…so pretty.)

He passed his fingers over her eyelids and corners of her eyes while making sure not to actually get any in her eyes.

He had lived with her for three weeks now, but he had never gotten such a close up view of her.

Her face had a round egg-like outline. The gentle lines of her cheeks were as smooth as polished marble even without the oil. Applying the lustrous amber-colored oil to her white skin gave it a sticky shine that made this all feel somehow obscene.

“Ange, I’ll be removing just the shirt.”

He remembered an area he had to worry about, so he reached for the buttons of the shirt he had lent her.

The torn bra and spats would have already regenerated, but each time he spotted her white collarbones or navel, that amateur esthetician’s hands just about stopped.

Once he finally removed the whole shirt, he used the roundness of the couch to roll her onto her stomach.

There were occasional points of red in the indentations at the center of her back.

That was where she had been stabbed. They had removed the pins at the clock tower, but the marks remained.

Her body had been invaded there as well. Deciding to be extra thorough here, he poured some oil directly from the bottle.

“Khah….ah…”

It must have stung because the girl groaned quietly and her slender back bent like a civet.

“…Hm? Mutsu…ki?”

“Oh, did you wake up?”

She was still exhausted, but she partially opened her eyes and looked up at him past her shoulder. She apparently could not move because she asked him to sit her up.

Her sense of balance was still numbed over because she fell right back onto the couch. He frantically propped her up by holding her in his arms from behind as she sat on the floor.

Her body had yet to recover, but her blank mind soon returned to normal.

“Aroma oil? Why are you doing my healing? Where’s Micha?”

“She’s out, so I’m doing it instead.”

“…I see.”

She put on her usual lopsided frown when she realized he had been touching her body while she slept.

However, he had meant well. She still had her underwear on, so she did not get angry.

“That’s enough. I can have Micha do the rest.”

“Eh? But she won’t be back for another five hours and she said it would be best if I did it. Something about ether.”

“Oh, the ether resonance. …I don’t need that. I can put up with this.”

Her body swayed as she tried to escape his arms.

That irritated Mutsuki because she was implying she did not want him to touch her.

“…”

He briefly wondered whether he should put up with it or argue back.

But hen Lucia’s face appeared in the back of his mind.

“No, I’m doing it.”

“Eh? Fwah!”

His sticky fingers crawled along the contours of her spine. Her shoulders gave a jerk from the ticklishness on her skin and the stinging in the wounds.

The boy was acting bolder than anyone would have imagined. Ange’s hair was long enough to spread out on the floor when sitting, so he brushed it forward, exposing her white back.

“You were injured protecting me, so let me take care of you a little. I swear I won’t touch you anywhere inappropriate. But I can touch you here, right? It’s the same as before.”

He thoroughly applied the oil to the first wound directly below the back of her neck.

By “the same as before” he was referring to when he had removed the pins before leaving the clock tower. She should have no reason to refuse him now.

The girl probably disliked that he refused to do as he was told, so she wrinkled her brow for a while. But finally, she sighed.

“If you do touch me anywhere inappropriate, I won’t forgive you.”

Mutsuki had forced her to let him continue, but Micha’s was the only other girl’s back he had ever seen and this proved too stimulating for him. His hands grew much more careful on the second wound.

“Nn…fh…uh…”

And Ange’s oddly sexual moans were certainly not helping.

Just like when the Springloaded had attacked her, there was a nasal tone to them. But unlike when she was desperately trying to suppress her voice, these were softer and much sweeter.

(Is she…horny?)

His thoughts quickly turned in a wicked direction.

He did not know all the details of the Serpent’s Eye’s power, so he began to wonder how long the arousal lasted. What if it was still affecting her?

He lowered his fingertips to the third wound. This one was right above her bra strap.

The girl’s skin was still soaked with sweat and the material was still weak. He would be able to tear right through that bra.

And then…he would be able to see those beautiful breasts again.

(What are you thinking, you idiot?)

He shook his head.

He was healing her. He had promised not to touch her anywhere she would not want.

But Mutsuki was not yet mature enough to restrain himself just because it was “wrong”. The desire he had expelled into Lucia in the clock tower was about to rear its ugly head again.

(A girl’s…skin. And body.)

Even if it had been forced, he wanted to erase the fact that he had been satisfied by another boy. And that made Ange’s body look all the more attractive.

“Ahh… Hahhn. Wahn.”

Ange’s seductive moans only made things worse. As he approached her waist by moving to the fourth and fifth wounds, a sweet tone filled them.

The boy intentionally covered her slender back with more oil than entirely necessary. As it dripped down, the spats could not absorb it all and it dripped all the way to the floor.

The rain was really starting to pour outside and that provided them with strangely pleasant background music. As Ange’s melting moans mixed in, Mutsuki’s fingers continued down almost subconsciously.

“Hyah!”

“Oh…sorry.”

His fingers wrapped around the deep indentation of her waist.

He had known she was slender, but he could hardly believe how much it curved inward now that he felt it for himself. Mutsuki’s hands were not all that big, but his middle finger almost reached her navel with his thumb on her spine.

And that drew his attention to her navel.

“It messed with you here too, didn’t it?”

He had promised not to touch her anywhere inappropriate. Thinking she might allow him this spot, he moved his palm around front. She had rid herself of all excess flesh, but she still had a feminine softness to her.

“~~ Th-that tickles… Not so sudden.”

Ange bent her eyebrows, but she only complained and did not reject him.

When she glared back at him over her shoulder, a sensual heat filled her eyes.

The blood rushed to Mutsuki’s head and he suddenly realized his fingers were digging into her waist. The way her back pressed against him only increased his arousal.

“Ahhhn. I-I said not so…sudden.”

“Sorry, Ange. You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

He applied the oil to her navel with a wet sound.

“Shut u-~~~~”

She tried to complain, but it melted away when he teased her cute little indentation with his middle finger.

Her lovely lips opened and she gave a voiceless cry.

“You…idiot. Ah, not there… Ahh…uuuhh…”

When he wiggled his finger around with it sticking into her navel down to the first joint, her entire small body jumped. It was enough for her bust to bounce harshly beyond the black sports bra.

“I see. Then…”

He did not want to make her angry, but he also wanted to hear more of her adorable voice. The boy gulped his dry throat and used his entire palm to cover her waist with oil.

“Ahh…hh…ee…nnn…”

She could relax when he used his palm, but he would occasionally press down lightly with his fingers. The application of the medicinal oil had transformed into a massage in search of her erogenous zones. The oil was only an excuse now and his hands were clearly performing the caresses Micha had taught him.

However, neither Ange nor Mutsuki himself had noticed.

“Wait… Not…there…”

“You don’t like it?”

“~~ It…tickles.”

He traced his hands along her pelvis and groped her sides.

Each time, her slender body would writhe in his arms. Before, it had only been her upper body, but now she wiggled her hips and pressed her butt against the floor. It almost looked like she was trying to rub it on something.

“No… I’m…I’m feeling funny.”

With that quiet comment, Ange leaned forward.

The ten or twenty minutes of “healing” were showing results. She subconsciously placed her hands on the floor and supported her own body weight.

She had regained freedom over her own body and it was enough to support herself.

“Hahhn! Ahhhhh!”

But neither of them suggested they stop.

The girl bit her lip and her tear glands may have had a way of loosening at times like this. Her long eyelashes were glittering from something other than the oil.

Her narrow eyebrows were still bent upwards. Her dignified look remained in its entirety, yet tears wet her eyes and her expression sometimes melted from the sticky feeling building up inside her.

That weakness stimulated the boy’s assertive side. Or rather, it put him on the attack.

“Yes, here too.”

“Eh? Uuh…h-here? But…I really…”

“C’mon, just lift your arm.”

He covered his palm with more oil and moved his hand to her shoulder. She could move her arms now, but she did as he asked and let her guard down.

He slid his index finger to little finger through her relatively warm armpit.

“Ee…ee!”

His four fingers crawled along with a waving motion and Ange gasped a little.

The film of oil kept Mutsuki from noticing, but the hair was just starting to grow there, leaving it incredibly sensitive. She almost thought she could feel every groove of his fingerprints.

“Ahhn, ahhhhhhn. C-c’mon… Ahhhn, c’mon.”

The ticklish sensation was as concentrated as possible. It felt like a feather duster tracing along her nerves, so the girl’s body jerked about immodestly.

A horribly warm chill assaulted her. Drool flowed through her clenched teeth and dripped down her slender chin. Whenever any one of the four fingers under both arm bent even slightly, goosebumps covered her entire body.

The dripping oil had pooled up on the floor and Ange’s heated hips bumped into that hard surface.

“Ow! ~~”

Her intoxicated and lovely features bent sharply.

“Ange? What’s wrong? …Oh.”

Mutsuki stopped moving his hands, assuming he had hurt her, but he quickly realized something else had caused it. When she lightly lifted her hips, he saw the foreign object.

“There was one left!? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“B-because… Fwah! Wait, Mutsuki.”

It was only a five millimeter sphere, but it was flashing red and its presence was obvious from the angle he had.

It was the end of a marking pin fired into her black spats.

He had thought he had removed them all, but it seemed he had missed one. It had been fired into her tailbone and it hid inside her butt crack when she stood up. It was hardly surprising that Mutsuki had not noticed it or that prideful Ange had been unable to ask him to remove it.

“Leave it to me.”

“Ah... Stop.”

He had to remove it now that he had noticed it. He grabbed her hips without asking and lifted them to stick her butt out toward him.

He forced the girl onto all fours and reached for the object buried in the center of her smooth ass.

“There…huh? Oh, damn.”

But it was too small. His oil-covered fingers had trouble grabbing the object from above her equally oil-covered spats.

Once he pulled it out just a bit, he pressed the surrounding skin down with his second joint.

“Wait, Mutsuki. I can…get it myself…ahhhh.”

His bent thumb’s joint touched the hot place in the deepest part of the valley.

The girl had only been writhing from ticklishness before, but her hips reacted harshly to a sensation on an entirely different level.

“Ahh…”

Meanwhile, touching somewhere that dangerous helped Mutsuki calm down.

He also noticed the pose he had placed Ange in.

She was on all fours like a dog with her hips right in front of his face. Her spats were formfitting enough already, but they had ridden up in the center, showing him every contour of her beautiful butt’s plump hills.

He had not meant any harm. In fact, he had been worried since she still had a piece of the enemy embedded in her body. But he could not keep going and he removed his fingers.

Wondering if he had any other options, he realized the top of the pin was outside her clothing.

“Oh, I know. Ange, I’m going to pull a bit.”

The girl watched him continue with her face beet red and tears in her eyes. When she expressed her understanding, he reached for her spats.

He pulled on the material as if to pull it out of her butt crack. It caught on the head of the marking pin and lifted it as well. His idea was a success. Once it was out this far, he could grab it with his fingers again.

“Okay. Got it, Ange!”

But…

She had been sweating enough to soak the borrowed shirt, so the sweat had of course soaked into her spats as well. The fragile Suit’s fabric tore. The vertical tear revealed the pink nylon plastered to its contents by the oil soaking it.

Her hips had no excess flesh and looked like two boiled eggs pressed together. And now they appeared before the boy’s eyes while protected only by her panties. Also, the oil plastering them to her flesh gave him a clear view of the round shape below.

The way she stuck her butt out toward him had spread the two plump cheeks, but the panties were still riding up in the center because the material had lodged itself in a small opening in that deepest point. A closer look revealed the wrinkled central portion was visible through the cloth.

“…”

A shudder ran through Mutsuki’s chest like cold water had been injected into his heart. He gulped without realizing it.

“How pathetic.”

“I refuse to live with a pervert like-…”

“Just to be clear, I’m only protecting you because it’s my duty. I don’t actually like humans.”

The many looks he had seen on her face for the past three weeks spun through his head: a scornful look, a dignified look, and that innocent smile.

This defenseless girl seemed like an entirely different person from that Ange. As if his body had become a machine, he set the pin aside almost too calmly and let more oil drip from his hand. He let it drip onto her hips and onto the panties wedged inside her butt crack.

“Nnah… Mutsuki? Ah…no…”

He pressed on her spine with his middle finger as he rubbed the oil in.

He just barely stuck with his initial objective of treating her wounds. However, he was breaking his promise not to touch her anywhere inappropriate. The boy’s fingertip took advantage of the oil’s lubrication.

“~~ Ahhh…”

When his fingers slipped inside her panties, Ange moaned through her nose in surprise.

(She’s so hot in here. …Oh, the heat’s coming from here.)

His finger arrived inside her sweat-soaked panties and the sweaty valley of her butt. His mind was so blank he was oblivious to his own arousal and he set the previous location of the final pin as his goal.

He could feel the soft, elastic flesh squeezing his finger from either side.

He started a gentle piston motion just a few centimeters above the collection of small wrinkles visible through her panties.

“Ah…fwah…. S-stop. Not there…not theeeeere.”

Despite her weak cries, the girl’s body immediately accepted the boy’s finger. Her butt swayed sensitively. He kept his middle finger on the wound and the way her entire hips would jerk made it look like she wanted him to go further.

She must have been awfully embarrassed because her butt was extremely tense. There were even dimples in the swelling flesh. And that made the wrinkles of her anus all the more noticeable.

(Ange…)

When he saw her like that, Mutsuki finally noticed his own sexual desire.

(I want to make her cum. I want to make her cum by my hand.)

His rational mind peeled back to reveal what had started growing deep inside him when he saw her being tormented in the clock tower. This was a dark desire he had been forced to suppress.

“Kyah!”

Just like a cunning snake waiting for its constricted prey to lose strength, he reached around her unresisting body and pulled up her sports bra’s zipper.

Ange’s body bent back in surprise. The full cup material peeled away and her breasts forcefully popped out.

“It messed with you here too, didn’t it?”

He grabbed them from the base as if wrapping his fingers around them. As the flesh was pushed higher and higher, the areolae on the tips puffed out. The girl hesitated at first, but the sense of perversion had already filles her mind and she put up no resistance.

(Ange’s body… Ange’s boobs.)

They had the perfect resiliency and softness of gelatin that had yet to firm up. But more than the wonderful feeling in his hands, it was the fact that he was teasing Ange’s breasts that fried the boy’s brain with blazing arousal.

The enemy had poisoned her wherever it had touched her, so he rubbed in the medicinal oil.

But that logic had vanished from his mind. He simply wanted to take her back from that spider, take her back from anyone else who had filled her with pleasure. And to do that, he firmly groped her breasts.

“Ahh…ahhhh…no…”

The girl bent her eyebrows and moaned. Her red hair glittered like a jewel as it fluttered through the air. Even the tips of her hairs seemed to react to his touch.

“Ah…”

Then her butt bumped into his hips.

He responded by moving his hips forward and digging the hard stiffness into her soft, feminine butt. Her eyes widened. Micha had called her a virgin, so this might have been her first time to feel that male organ.

“~~”

Normally, she would have yelled at it him and maybe even hit him, but he was confident she would do nothing as he rubbed his hips against her.

Her reaction was even better than he had imagined: strength left her entire body.

“I’m going to touch every last part of you.”

“…”

She answered him with silence and did not reject him.

He leaned over her as she stood on all fours and he squeezed her bust while he pressed against her beautiful porcelain-like back. Her breasts looked large, but her overall frame was small enough that they fit right in his palms. He gathered up that sensation that felt like it would slip from his fingers due to the oil.

At the same time, he thrust the hardness inside his pants toward the hips sticking out toward him. It delighted him to see the twitching reaction of melting pleasure run along the line from her butt to her thighs.

“Ah…ahn…hahn…”

“Ange…Ange…”

The aroma of the oil seemed in the way. He wanted to smell Ange’s own sweet and sour scent, so he buried his nose in her hair. That placed his mouth right by her adorable ear.

“Your boobs are really horny, aren’t they?”

He whispered into her ear.

The girl’s spine trembled as his wet breaths traced along her eardrum.

“Sh-shut up… I am not…horny.”

That was exactly the kind of thing he had expected her to say. The erect nipples pressing against his palm seemed to be begging to be pinched, but her eyebrows were still bent upwards.

Now he wanted to have her admit it no matter what, so he moved his fingers even more obscenely. He remembered what Micha had taught him and kneaded the fleshy hills like he was wringing them out from the base.

“Wai…t. Don’t…touch me like…that…”

She could not help but breathe heavily.

“Ah…hahh…Nn..nnnn…”

“Are you sure you aren’t feeling horny? Your boobs are so hot.”

“Shut up, shut up. My body temperature…is up due to…the Serpent’s Eye…is all… Hyaahhn!”

Her dignified beauty was heated by a moist sweetness and her long hair fluttered about.

No matter how much she clenched her teeth in embarrassment, she was clearly melting from the sexual pleasure of his thorough petting. Each time the sticky oily feeling rolled her bust around, her hips would react and rub her butt against his pants. She almost looked like a dog wagging its tail.

Mutsuki had also grown short of breath and transformed into a beast. He fondled her twin breasts even more persistently while thrusting his hips against her. The sensual elasticity of her tight skin felt good, but he had to continually send his hips back toward her because that same elasticity would push him away whenever he let his guard down. Filled with a desire to go on the attack, the boy grew so rough he seemed to try to pry open her asshole with his hard organ.

“Ah… Ahhhh… Hahhh… Ahahh…”

He had not replenished his supply of oil since moving his hands to her breasts, so the friction on his madly dancing palms grew as the wetness became a mere stickiness.

Unable to bear with it, the girl thrust her white throat forward.

Her nasal breaths came to an end and her cherry red lips opened instead. She could no longer restrain her beautiful voice, her shoulders were trembling, her elegant features were twisted in pleasure, and her butt rubbed against his erection in his pants enough to distort the shape of her flesh.

(She’s about to cum.)

He had avoided a concentrated attack on the protruding tips of her breasts as he rolled them around in his hand, but now he moved his fingers toward them. He used his thumb and forefinger to hold the hardened and erect areola.

He removed his face from her hair that gave off a faint clean scent and he looked to her face instead.

The continued attack on her erogenous zones had given her a distinct expression of pleasure and intoxication. Her naturally tear-prone eyes further stimulated his emotions.

Mutsuki felt a dark confidence that he could do anything to her now.

“I’m going to touch you here now. Okay, Ange?”

“Uh?”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

He massaged her breasts without directly touching the most important part. He instead applied pressure from the surrounding area.

The mixture of pleasure and insufficiency brought by only massaging the areolae caused the small protrusions to grow all the more erect.

“…Ye…s…”

Drowning in ecstasy, the girl nodded as she was told.

“Please…touch…ah!”

Once her breasts shook in his palms, Mutsuki did as she asked and slid his fingertips to the tip.

With his fingers around that wonderfully hard sensation, he twisted them.

The girl’s eyes widened enough for the gathered tears to scatter to the floor.

“Ah…ahhhhh! No, no, no. …Stop…”

Unlike when the machine had done it, Ange cried out with an incredibly sexual voice as she submitted to the pleasure from the bottom of her heart. Her body also jerked and bounced.

As if to accentuate the roundness of her hips, her slender spine arched backwards. She seemed to be pressing her butt against the swollen object behind it. The lovely, ballerina-like curve of her back trembled as currents of ecstasy surged through it.

“Ahh…”

Mutsuki’s eyes widened as he noticed an unexpected scent parting the minty oil’s aroma.

He initially thought of his little sister Mutsumi. He would sometimes smell this when waking her in the morning.

The golden liquid that his sister would dirty her bed with now puddled on the floor after flowing from the spats that still just barely hid the girl’s holy place with what little material remained.

“Ahhn…ahahn…. Ahhhn. Mutsuki…Mutsuki…”

She called the boy’s name and gave more sweet cries with saliva dripping from her mouth.

This was different from Micha’s sexiness. Seeing that proud angel cutely cumming while pissing herself sent Mutsuki’s heart racing. Lucia had supposedly sucked him dry earlier, but so much white fluid exploded inside his pants he could hardly believe it was the second time.

(I…made her cum. I made Ange cum.)

A dark joy filled his chest.

(She belongs to me.)

But then something else happened.

The heavy breathing filling the living room was drowned out by a footstep.

It had not been all that loud, but Ange’s sharp hearing immediately picked it up.

“—————!?”

“Wah!”

Ange stood up with Mutsuki on top of her, so he was thrown back into the couch. Only then did he notice.

“…”

“……………………………………………”

“Here.”

“—————————!?!?!?”

Ange let out a voiceless cry as she gathered her bra and spats together to hide her body.

Mutsuki watched in a daze as someone peered into the living room from the entranceway hallway.

“I came to give you this.”

Ibekusa Machina calmly held out two copies of a printout she had brought.

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