Imagine getting beheaded by Ayame. Imagine her goddess hands grabbing my sweaty oily hair and then she giggles right before slicing my neck with her sharp katana. Imaging just kneeling there like a helpless embarrassing oink oink korean pig you are getting gutted by the physical manifestation of Aphrodite herself. Just imagine her opening your body up just like a 10 year boy on a Sunday just opening up a box of Kellogg’s cornflakes with the cornflakes just spilling all over the floor. I could not imagine myself not being forcefully captured by Ayamer herself just so she can disembowel me to satisfy her Oni needs. Imagine just right as she lifts her katana to chop your head off, Aeolus blesses you with a gust of wind which is just blowing right for the wind to carry Ayameru’s musky armpit pheromones right to your olfactory receptor. The smell of Ayame can bring an elderly man at the edge of dying from Alzheimer’s fire his last 96 somewhat normal brain neurons firing at the speed of light. Just thinking about getting to smell Ayame’s stinky stunk musk makes me wanna cum immediately, but I can’t just yet because I have to conserve my nut for the day I get forcefully captured by Ayamer.