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Hoshino Miyako never saw me coming. She was in her room, sliding off her pants, when my fingers wrapped around her throat. Before she'd have the chance to struggle, scream, or give me any more trouble than I already had, I twisted my hands, snapping her neck as easily as a twig. The familiar crack told me I had done it right. Her eyes went wide, life ending almost at once, as her stiff arms dropped back to her sides. Urine trickled down her thighs, staining her panties and the cushion beneath her. Her head fell to the side, hair splaying around her, eyes wide open and drool spilling from her dead mouth.

Killing her was the easy part. The rest was going to be a mess. My client wanted proof that the girl had been humiliated like the whore she was, the same way she had humiliated his daughter. As the corpse continued to twitch, I pulled down her panties and began to massage her slit, glad I wore gloves today. Her spasms suddenly grew more violent, her warm thighs squirming and clenching as if some part of her still knew how to feel pleasure. I withdrew my hand and watched her hips thrust, until finally, cum squirted. Damn, that was a lot of cum.

The last of the girl's twitching ceased, leaving her empty and sprawled. I took her hands and set it on her crotch, making it look like she was playing with herself. Next, I slid my fingers through the cum and smeared some of it on her tongue. Thinking this was enough to satisfy my client, I snapped a photo, then left the girl lying in a puddle of her own liquids.
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Helena decided to stay late at the library to study. She was not expecting any visitors. Finish her.