The Backstage Corruption
Amana Osaki's sweat-drenched body glistened under the backstage lights of the Idolmaster arena. Her pink leotard clung to her voluptuous curves, nipples hardening against the fabric as spectral fingers traced her thighs. "Nnngh... what's happening to me?" she gasped, unaware of the possession ritual unfolding through her trembling flesh.
Chorus of Carnal Hunger
Five fellow idols materialized from the shadows, their eyes glowing crimson. "We've been waiting to taste your perfect pussy," growled Mika, sinking her teeth into Amana's plump asscheeks. The harem descended like starved beasts - tongues lapping at her dripping slit, fingers stretching her tight anus, nails raking her swollen breasts.
"F-FUCK! My clit's gonna explode!" Amana screamed as spectral tentacles penetrated her cervix. The group ritual reached fever pitch when Rei produced the ceremonial dagger. "This snuff blade will make you cum forever in hell," she purred, carving yuri symbols into Amana's quivering abdomen.
Eternal Climax
As the blade pierced her womb, Amana's back arched in final ecstasy. Her pussy gushed rivers of blood-mingled cum while the spirits consumed her soul. The last thing she felt was endless orgasms ripping through her disintegrating body - a females-only symphony of destruction.
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