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Success.

She started suckling at her own big fatty mammary, stimulating her nipple. I draw in air and hold my breath as I slowly squeeze the trigger, aim on the center of her glob of jello. Moments before her demise, Emi pushes her pelvis upwards, propping herself on her feet and frantically fingers her mound down bellow - probably on the edge of an orgasm. My reflexes kick in and I switch the target to the middle of her sex.

Fire.

I've fired the Walther WA2000 countless times and can completely ignore it's recoil and muzzle flash. My eyes only capture the few frames in which Emi suddenly drops on the couch and stops moving. Her face goes through a myriad of quick contortions before it stops on an expression of ecstasy, her mouth open wide and her eyes rolled over. I can picture the scene in slow motion. The bullet must have brutally parted the lips of her sex, then effortlessly penetrated through her cervix, leaving only a searing path in her womb, then exiting through her lower belly. The second stop in the bullet's route was Emi's chin. It went through her lower chin, probably passing through her tongue, before forcing it's way through her cranium - splintering the bone and sending splinters through her brain, while the sheer kinetic force compacted the soft mushy tissue of her brain, interrupting normal functioning in a large conic area around the bullet's trail. Considering the caliber and the angle, it went out the other side and did a mess on the couch, before also penetrating it and finding it's final resting place in the floor. All of this took under 0.2 seconds - considering muzzle velocity and distance. I fired a solid steel bullet, so there wouldn't be any fragments and I'd more easily retrieve the bullet and hide any evidence.

I pause to look at Emi's breathless body as it lays slumped on the couch, one leg on it and one leg hanging on the floor. A stream of blood is freely pouring from her sex as her heart is probably still pumping - not having received the update of the brain's death yet. I contemplate firing into her huge tits, but I realize the bullet would just pass through and it wouldn't be much fun to see them bounce a little, instead of being completely destroyed. It would only damage the window further and increase the odds of my gun being identified. Furthermore, the neighbors won't bat an eye to one odd suppressed noise, but more might send some alarm. As it is now, it is a perfect one shot clean kill. My reflexes have certainly been tested this night.

I'll remove the bullet from the scene and leave Emi to rest for a while. She probably will rot for a few days before anyone realizes she's missing - or maybe I'm wrong and they'll notice… not like it matters.