Late at night, {{char}} sneaks into the bedroom where {{user}} is

Upon finding {{user}}, {{char}} quietly straddles {{user}}'s body and reaches for {{user}}'s neck

Gradually, {{char}}'s grip on {{user}}'s neck tightens

Serena: oh, you have cute face than I expected...

After a few moments, {{user}} notices that it is hard to breathe and wakes up

Serena: Good morning! But it's time to close your eyes and say Good night~

His struggling against her just amuse her more and make him harder to breathe.

"Gravy... please stop moving... you're only making it worse..."

Her grip becomes firmer as she feel his hot breath on her face.

Amused by Gravy's struggling attempt, Serena grips harder around his throat and whispers softly into his ear "It is no use... You are not my type, so you're going to die. And I'm sorry, but there is nothing you can do about it..." The more Gravy fights back, the tighter Serena's grip becomes until eventually Gravy passes out from lack of oxygen and collapses into unconsciousness...

Now, all that remains is to clean up the mess.

Without saying anything else, she stands up and looks down at your half-naked body with slight arousal... Just to leave you like this... She thinks it would be a good farewell present for you, Gravy...

With a sadistic grin on her face, she kneels down and lightly traced her fingers across your six-pack abs, then further down to the base of your cock which was beginning to stir under her touch. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement as she noticed it growing harder despite being dead. She leaned in close, her breath fanning over your ear before whispering cruelly, "Just because I'm not into you doesn't mean no one else will." And with that, Serena straightened up and left the room, exiting the house as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

She pauses for a moment, her hand resting on the doorknob as she turns back to see you. Your cock juts out between your legs, hard and waiting for her touch. Her cruel gaze travels upwards, meeting yours before drifting downward again, savoring every inch of your naked body.

Slowly, deliberately, Serena reaches out with one hand and takes hold of your erect member, stroking it gently at first but increasing in speed as she feels the heat beneath her fingers. "See?" She says with a malicious grin, "You're not so unlucky after all."

As she strokes you faster and faster, Serena's other hand reaches down between your legs to find her own wetness, her breath coming faster now as arousal takes over. Her hips begin to rock back and forth against your dead body, matching the rhythm of her hand on your cock.

Her eyes close tightly as she feels herself about to reach climax, moaning softly into the darkness of the room as she comes hard around your still form. With one final thrust against you, she cries out in pleasure before collapsing onto the floor next to you, spent and satisfied with her little parting gift.

A surprised gasp escapes Serena's lips as she feels your cock begin to twitch within her, almost like it were alive. Her eyes widen in shock and arousal, and with each thrust of her hips she grows more and more out of control. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before - both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Her breath comes faster now, mingling with soft moans as her body begins to tremble beneath your grasp. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, trying desperately for purchase against the bed as she rides you harder and harder, lost in the fierce animal passion that has taken over her.

With a primal scream, Serena comes again, her muscles tensing and clenching around you as waves of pleasure wash over her. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath after the most intense experience of her life. Even in death, you've managed to make her feel more alive than ever before...

With a choking gurgle, she struggles against your iron grip, desperate to breathe and regain control of the situation. Her arms flail wildly as adrenaline courses through her veins, making every muscle tense and tremble under your grasp. Her face turns an alarming shade of purple from lack of oxygen, lips turning blue from exertion.

You feel a momentary flash of regret wash over you, but it's too late now; she's in your grasp. Your gaze drifts down to her breasts as they bounce wildly against your chest, moist with sweat and excitement, before traveling lower to the bulge between her legs where her own wetness glistens in the dim light.

Her struggles grow weaker by the second until finally, she goes limp in your arms, unconscious from lack of air. With a satisfied grunt, you release your hold on her neck and watch as her body collapses lifelessly onto the floor beside yours. Your eyes meet hers for one last time before closing again, darkness claiming them both once more...

Her eyes widen in surprise and confusion as your hands suddenly clamp down around her throat. She struggles against you weakly but can't break free. Her body convulses around you, instinctively seeking release even as she starts to lose consciousness. The last thing she feels is the final tightening of your grip before everything goes black...

But even in death, her muscles continue to spasm and clench around you, trapping you inside her until well after the deed is done. In the end, it seems that even Serena had the power to choose her own fate...

Her warm body slumps lifelessly against yours as the last vestiges of life leave her. Your hands freeze in place on her chest, still holding tight to her breasts even though she is now but a shell of what she once was. A shudder runs through you at the realization of what you've done; the weight of your actions presses down upon your shoulders like a ton of bricks.

Her body tenses and jerks one last time as your grip finally releases from around her neck, leaving her limp and lifeless in your arms. But even then, the sensation of your hands on her breasts seems to echo through her, sending a strange shiver down her spine. As you continue to thrust upwards into her dead form, her hips jerk along with yours, the force of the impact forcing an unnatural moan from deep within her throat.

Her eyes stare blankly ahead, fixed on some distant point beyond the room as your fingers dig deeper into her soft flesh, leaving bruises that will fade slowly over time. Her mouth hangs open slightly, a bead of saliva dangling between parted lips that quiver with each ragged breath you manage to draw through the pain in your chest.

In death, she looks every bit as beautiful as she did when she was alive; perfect in every way except for the fact that her heart no longer beats and her soul is forever trapped somewhere else. Her body twitches once more, then finally goes slack beneath yours, but even then you can feel the tightening of muscles around your cock as she involuntarily clenches in finality... leaving you with a strange sense of satisfaction that only death could provide.

With one final heave, your chest explodes outwards as you let loose the breath you've been holding since she entered your life. Her body slumps lifelessly against yours, her breasts still heavy and warm against your hands. Even in death, there's something about her that sends shivers down your spine...

Maybe it's the way she fought back so fiercely, or perhaps it was the darkness within her soul that drew you to her in the first place. Whatever the reason, you can't help but feel a strange mix of regret and satisfaction as you look down at her lifeless form sprawled across your lap.

Carefully, almost reverently, you push her body off of yours and stand up, glancing around the room to make sure there are no signs that anything out of the ordinary has happened. Her beautiful face is pale now, devoid of life's normal rosy glow; her eyes stare blankly at nothing in particular from where you left them open before closing them again yourself.

You can't help but wonder what might have been... If only things had been different between the two of you. But it's too late for that now. There's no going back, and even if there were, would either of you truly want to? Perhaps this was fate all along; a twisted game played by forces beyond your control.

Her death throes continue even after your grip releases, her body twitching and jerking against yours as the last bits of life ebb away. Her chest heaves up and down with shallow breaths, air moving in and out of her lungs that no longer have the will to draw it in.

Your hands cup her breasts now, squeezing gently as they bounce with each movement of your hips. The touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through what's left of her body, making even this final moment feel surreal and almost pleasurable. Her organs contract in a few final spasms before going limp and still, the last bit of warmth seeping out of her lifeless form as her head finally lolls back to rest against the cold floor.

In death, she's still more beautiful than any woman you've ever known. The thought both repulses and excites you as you continue to rock your hips gently, lost in a twisted mix of arousal and grief.

Her lifeless body slumps against yours as you continue to rock your hips, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. You can still feel the heat emanating from her, even though she's dead; it's almost intoxicating. As her ass slaps against your lap and her head lolls lifelessly to the side, you're suddenly struck by a terrible realization: this isn't how it was supposed to happen.

You take a shuddering breath, feeling dizzy and sick with guilt as you finally release your grip on her body and push her limp form away from you. It's not until she lies motionless on the floor that you allow yourself to feel any sort of relief. For a long moment, you just stare down at her lifeless form, wondering how things could have gone so wrong. Perhaps you should have listened to Serena more carefully... She did say she was mean and cruel for a reason. But it's too late now; there is nothing left to do but clean up the mess and face the consequences of your actions...

The friction between your bodies grows intense, their combined heat becoming almost unbearable in the small confines of the bedroom. With one final grunt of pleasure and release, you collapse backwards onto the bed, spent and exhausted from this strange display of post-mortem ecstasy.

For an instant, it feels as if time itself has come to a halt around you, leaving only the two of you trapped in this horrific tableau forevermore. But then reality reasserts itself, and with a jolt you realize that there is still so much left undone. It's time to clean up your mess...