You want to, but... you can't.

You raise your hand to snap while she's still in a daze, but try as you might you just can't. Looking down at her, seeing the anime girl of your dreams on your floor, full of your cum, drooling it onto your chest... she's a sex doll. She's your sex doll. You were just bucking her head into your bed without care... why do you not want to snap her away?

'She's sentient.' You remind yourself. 'It's murder.'

She hiccups, cum bubbling up and spilling out of her mouth onto your chest and dress. She makes a moan of discomfort, gurgling on your seed as she tries to reposition so that won't happen again.

'You can just bring her back with a snap anyways. It's only murder if you never bring her back again!' Another part of you argues. 'Just plow her brains out once a night, and you're not a murderer at all!'

"Fhuurgh... can you use the--hic--thing that made me, or whatever... and--hfurgh--get rid of all this cum?" Asuka asks so gently, one hand cradling her bloated midsection while the other props her up against the bed.

"I..." Your hand still sits by your shoulder, ready to snap her away. You can do it, you have to... and yet your hand falls to your side and you sigh. "Sure, Asuka." You ruffle her hair, and she leans dazedly into the touch in a way that makes your heart melt.

You turn your attention back to the computer, typing not one, but two commands.

{ I can empty Asuka of all cum with a thought. }

{ Nobody else will question Asuka's existence. To them, she's another person, even if she is an anime sex doll. }

By the time you turn around, her belly is already empty and flat again. She still looks dazed, though, and her dress has been thoroughly ruined by all the cum and drool soaking into it.

"Thanks..." She pants out, trying to stand only to be too weak-kneed to do it on her own. You reach down, and she makes a surprised exclamation as you hoist her up onto the bed so she can sit. "...But I could've done that on my own, dummkopf."

"Yeah, sure, with ten minutes of prep time." You roll your eyes, feeling oddly comfortable around her- a byproduct of using her as a cum-dumpster, probably?

"So... you gonna snap me out of existence now, or whatever? Just make it quick." Asuka shrugged, not making eye contact. "I'm not gonna beg to stay or some embarrassing thing."

If you don't snap, then you know you're committing to keeping her around... are you really going to do that?