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Dear diary,

Today I killed Yuki.

You see, I've always had a thing for her ever since I moved to this school, she sat next to me in almost every class, and there's something about her boyish physique, something charmingly alluring.

I guess you could imagine the look on my face when she asked me to stay behind to help her out with a film essay that's due tomorrow, apparently she brought 'study snacks' for both of us.

My heart raced at the thought of going on a study date with her, when she took me to a vacant classroom on the top floor and locked the door behind her, I knew things were about to get weird, fast.

She held my hand and leant in, pressing her modest chest against mine, her arms tightly wrapped around my body, the smell of her scent was utterly intoxicating, has she always smelled like fresh cherry blossoms? Her luscious lips were pressed against mine before I could even finish that train of thought.

One thing led to another, she pushed me up against a desk, her hips grinding against mine rhythmically. I could feel a hardness growing in pants, she obviously felt it too as she undid my belt, and pulled the pants down to my knees.

Before you know it, both of us were naked with our clothes littered across the empty classroom. A series of soft moans escaped her lips as I gently caressed her tiny slit between her slender thighs, her fingers curled, and her body convulsed in pleasure. She returned the service by wrapped her sweet little mouth around my fully erect cock, and sucked on it as if it was a lollipop, gone even as far as licking up my pre-cum while staring directly into my eyes.

Her nails dug into my exposed back when I popped her cherry, and they dug deeper as I wrapped my hands around her little neck. Her eyes widened in surprise, mouth gaped open in a stifled scream. I could feel her flat chest trembling beneath me when I clenched down on her larynx, and the way she bucked reminded me of a dying animal in a trap. Eventually, the light in her eyes vanished and was replaced with a lifeless glassy stare into the distance, her struggles soon became erratic spasms, a stream of bloodstained piss seeped down my legs as she lost control of her bladder before going completely stiff.

Some of you might be wondering why I killed her. Well, I've always had a sneaking suspicion that she was once a boy. With a box cutter in hand, I sliced her flat stomach open with a single stroke and pulled out globs of viscera until her underdeveloped womb popped into my view.

Damn, I was wrong, despite her boyish looks she was a girl all along.

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K/V: Victim
Name: Elisa
Age: 26
Sex: F
Characteristics: Short blonde hair in French curls, hazel eyes, tall, normal build, recently gave birth, single mother, large breasts will lactate if stimulated, vaginal canal still loose from birthing.

Scene:
Anything that involves hard rape and torture, ideally involving forced milking or extreme fisting.