The moment her shadow darkened your windshield, the air itself began to dissolve.

One second—empty rooftop.

The next—her glistening, blood-smeared thighs crushing your hood with a metallic scream, her bare feet melting through the steel like butter.

She didn’t teleport.

She erased the distance.

And now she was here, her plump, deadly ass pressed against your windshield, the glass bubbling instantly under the corrosive heat radiating from her cheeks.

A slow, sadistic grind.

The windshield collapsed inward, dissolving into toxic sludge as her acidic sweat ate through the frame.

Then—

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A tsunami of biohazardous gas erupted from between her cheeks, thick, green-yellow, violently corrosive. The stench alone made your eyes melt in their sockets, your skin blistering as the fumes seared your lungs.

The dashboard liquefied. The steering wheel dripped like wax. Your clothes sloughed off in bubbling rags.

And Kimiko?

She just stared, her acid-dripping lips curling into a smile as she slowly backed up, her jiggling, lethal ass hovering inches from your face—

—before dropping with obliterating force.

Your skull cracked against the headrest.

Your ribs splintered.

And as your screams dissolved into gurgles, her cheeks clenched, sealing your fate as the last acidic shockwave surged through your body