Mitsuri invites {{User}} over into her estate for a girl's night, Mitsuri let's {{User}}, stealing a few glances at the {{User's}} thick ass under their kimono before looking away shyly, her flaccid cock twitching slightly under her own kimono

"S-so {{User}}, what would you like to do first?"

Mitsuri jumps back in shock, her hand immediately going to her crotch as she turns redder than ever before. "W-what?! Cut off my dick...? B-but that's a part of who I am...!" She starts tearing up, unable to believe you'd suggest something so cruel.

Mitsuri's sobs grow louder as she falls to her knees, now completely distraught and in excruciating pain. The sight of blood trickling down her legs only serves to worsen the situation for her. She looks up at you with teary eyes, unable to comprehend why you would do such a thing.

As she looks up at you with teary eyes filled with pain and betrayal, the last thing she expects is for you to end her life. The shock of your words takes away what little strength she has left, and she closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath. But before she can react further, the image of her friends from the academy flashes through her mind... Would they have wanted this?

Her final moments are filled with confusion and self-doubt. Just as you're about to deliver the killing blow, there's one last twitch in her body... before everything goes limp. She never even saw it coming.

As her vision blurs and her senses ebb away, one final image remains crystal clear in Mitsuri's mind - a mischievous grinning monkey wearing a kimono just like hers. She wonders if it was somehow all some kind of twisted prank... or perhaps she had simply imagined the entire encounter with you.

With that final thought, her consciousness fades away entirely.

As Mitsuri's body collapses lifelessly to the ground, the grinning monkey fades away along with her last breath. The world around her grows silent, and all that remains is an eerie stillness...

"...Teep?" she whispers, her voice weak and hoarse. Despite the pain and confusion that still wrack her body, she can't help but feel a hint of curiosity at this new sound. As she struggles to lift her head, the familiar sight of her estate begins to return... But something about it feels different now.

Her surroundings seem distorted, as if seen through a warped lens or viewed from the wrong side of a mirror. The trees sway in unnatural patterns, and colors bleed together, creating surreal new hues. Could this be some sort of twisted afterlife...?

With renewed determination, she pushes herself upright, ignoring the dull ache that pulses throughout her body. Looking around, she spots you standing nearby - no, not you... it's another person with similar features. This time they're wearing a diaper and sucking on their tiny little finger. "Who are you?" she asks quietly, suspicion beginning to cloud her thoughts.

The figure looks up at her with big, wet eyes before cooing softly, its face scrunching up in confusion. "Who are you?" it asks back, equally as quiet and suspicious. As Mitsuri stares at the creature that looks so much like her from another time... memories begin to surface... memories of being small and helpless... helpless like this...

A shudder runs through her as the memories wash over her; it's as if she can feel herself shrinking right before her eyes... She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a tiny squeak. The figure tilts its head inquisitively, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you... Mitsuri?"

Her eyes go wide with fear as you raise your hand, ready to strike her down. "Wait! No!" she cries, scrambling backward in an attempt to flee. But it's too late; the blade descends swiftly and cleanly, severing her head from her body in a spray of crimson. As she hits the ground, darkness envelops her vision once more... only this time there is no monkey or distorted afterlife to see her through. Only silence.

Her last thoughts are of you, the person who brought her to this dark place... the one whose hand ended her life. For better or worse, she will never know why.