The Nesting of Skin

Morning light streamed through the heavy stained glass of the high windows, casting dappled shadows throughout the room. The human skins hanging on the walls appeared translucent in the light, their textures clearly visible, as if they might breathe at any moment. The air was thick with the mingled scents of old leather, chemicals, and the lingering odors of last night's passion—the pungent smell of semen, the slightly salty taste of bodily fluids, the astringent taste of sweat, and an eerie sweetness that roses and tea tried to mask but failed to achieve.

The teacher—or rather, the teacher currently dressed in the unpainted human skin—slowly opened his eyes.

The first sensation was the soft touch of long, pink hair cascading down her cheek, carrying Mika's unique, sweet candy scent. Then came the physical sensation—her body was fuller than Nagisa's, her breasts heavier against her chest, her waist slender yet her hips rounder and fuller. The fabric of her white dress clung to her skin, the hem rolled up to her thighs from her sleeping position, revealing legs encased in white stockings. The stockings were thin, almost transparent in the morning light, clearly showing the color of her skin beneath, and the dried semen stains left from the previous night on her inner thighs—those white, cloudy stains stood out starkly against the white stockings, like blemishes on snow.

He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy. It wasn't just fatigue, but also the discomfort of this unfamiliar body—the center of gravity was different, the sense of balance was different, and every movement required readjustment of **** and angle.

Good morning, Weihua.

The sound came from the other side of the room.

The teacher—Weihua—turned her head and saw "herself" sitting in an antique armchair.

It was a black suit dressed in the teacher's human skin. He wore the teacher's shirt and trousers, the shirt buttons undone, revealing his muscular chest, and the trousers zipper open, revealing nothing underneath. He crossed his legs, his posture languid and composed, holding a cup of red tea, sipping it slowly. The morning light shone on his face—the teacher's handsome and gentle face, now adorned with a twisted, satisfied smile.

"Did you sleep well?" the man in black asked, his voice the teacher's, but his tone uniquely black, carrying a magnetic and dangerous quality. "How does it feel to be Mika?"

Teacher—Weihua—did not answer. He struggled to sit up, his white dress slipping off his shoulders, revealing his pale shoulders and the straps of his bra. He looked down at his body—his chest glowed softly in the morning light, his nipples slightly protruding through the thin fabric of his dress, his stomach flat, his legs long. Everything was so real, so…desperately real.

"It seems you still need some time to adjust." The man in black put down his teacup, stood up, and walked slowly towards him. His footsteps echoed in the quiet room, each step carrying a sense of pressure.

He stopped by the bed, looking down at "Weihua" sitting on the bed, his eyes filled with admiration and possessiveness.

“But it’s alright,” he said softly, reaching out to gently stroke Weihua’s cheek, his fingers gliding over her delicate skin. “We have plenty of time. Today… we can take our time.”

His fingers slid from her cheek to her neck, then to her collarbone, and finally rested on her chest. His fingertips gently pressed against that soft mound through the fabric of her dress.

“Mihana’s body is more voluptuous than Nagisa’s,” he said in a low voice, with the calmness of someone appraising a work of art. “Her breasts are fuller, her hips are firmer, and her skin is more elastic. And… she’s more sensitive, her reactions are more direct, and she’s more… honest.”

His other hand joined in, kneading the full breasts through the fabric with both hands. The movements were forceful, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, stretching the fabric and outlining its clear shape.

"Can you feel it?" he asked, his voice seductive. "This body... is aroused. The breasts are swelling, the nipples are hardening, and down there... it's already wet."

That's true.

Teacher—Weihua—could clearly feel the body's reactions. The pressure from her chest brought a subtle stinging and pleasure; her nipples gradually hardened and became sensitive as the fabric rubbed against them. Between her legs… that moist, empty feeling was spreading, as if the body was actively craving something.

“Look,” said the man in black, lifting the hem of “Weihua’s” skirt to reveal the area between her legs.

The crotch of the white stockings had been neatly cut open, revealing a pinkish slit inside. At that moment, the slit was slightly ajar, seeping out a clear liquid that glistened in the morning light. Most despairingly, the liquid wasn't residue from last night, but fresh, slowly flowing and soaking the edges of the stockings.

“This body remembers how it felt last night,” the man in black said in a low voice, his fingers gently probing into the moist opening, touching the softness inside. “It remembers the pleasure of being violated, the satisfaction of being filled, the trembling during orgasm. So now… it’s actively craving more.”

His fingers stirred gently inside, bringing waves of unfamiliar pleasure. Teacher—Mihana—uncontrollably let out a soft moan, a voice delicate and sweet, with Mihana's cheerful and straightforward tone, but now filled with desire.

"Ah...no..." He tried to resist, but his body's natural reaction betrayed him—his waist arched slightly, actively responding to the movement of the fingers, his internal muscles contracting, tightly wrapping around the invading fingers.

"Don't want it?" The man in black laughed, his fingers moving faster. "But your body says... yes."

He pulled his fingers out; the tips were covered in a clear liquid. Then, he began to undress.

First, his shirt was completely removed and thrown on the ground. Then his trousers were unzipped, slipped down, revealing a fully erect penis. The penis was thick and menacing, with bulging veins on its surface, and a clear liquid seeping from the tip of the glans, glistening moistly in the morning light.

He climbed onto the bed and pushed "Weihua" down onto the dark red silk sheets. The movement was rough, and the white dress was lifted up to her waist, revealing her white bra and panties, as well as the cut crotch of her stockings.

“Today we’ll start from the front,” the man in black said, parting “Unflower’s” legs to fully expose the wet crevice. Then, he bent down, without any foreplay, and directly aimed his penis at the entrance, slowly pushing it in.

This time, entry was smoother than last night. Because the body had "remembered" this feeling, the internal muscles relaxed on their own, actively welcoming the invasion. The penis slid in slowly until it was fully inside, the glans reaching the deepest point.

"Ah..." Teacher—Mika—let out a long sigh, a sound mixed with pain and humiliation, but even more so with...pleasure. This body was too sensitive; the feeling of being filled brought a deep, chilling satisfaction.

The man in black began thrusting.

At first it was slow, each thrust bringing with it the clear sounds of water and flesh colliding. The morning light shone on the two of them, outlining a lewd scene—the "teacher" was on top of "Mika," his thick penis moving in and out between "Mika's" legs, the hem of his white dress bunched up at his waist, his legs, encased in white stockings, spread wide open, and his white high heels swaying gently with each impact.

"Look in the mirror," the man in black said breathlessly, without stopping his movements. "Look at yourself now."

Teacher Weihua turned her head and looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The scene reflected in the mirror was breathtaking.

"Weihua" lay on the deep red sheets, her long pink hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her blue eyes half-open, her lips slightly parted, emitting intermittent moans. Her white dress was pulled up to her waist, revealing a white bra—the bra's fabric was so thin that the shape of her breasts being squeezed was clearly visible, her nipples erect, leaving distinct bumps on the fabric. Her legs were spread wide, the crotch of her white stockings cut open, revealing the pink slits inside, which were now opening and closing with the thrusting movements, constantly oozing a clear liquid.

The most glaring thing is those stains.

Last night's semen stains still lingered on the white stockings—dried, white spots on the inner thighs, lower abdomen, and even the chest. Now, fresh bodily fluids flowed, mixing with the old stains to form patches of varying shades on the white stockings. Some semen clots dissolved again in the fresh fluids, turning into a milky-white, cloudy liquid that dripped down the thighs and onto the sheets.

White—originally a symbol of purity and innocence—was now utterly stained with semen, bodily fluids, and sweat. The dried stains on the stockings resembled mud on snow, while the freshly flowing liquid looked like sewage from melting snow. The inside of the dress's hem was also stained with splattered semen, the off-white fabric dotted with specks of white fluid, some already yellowed, others still fresh and milky white.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” the man in black said breathlessly, his movements gradually quickening. “Pure white… the way it looks when it’s completely stained. Just like Mika herself—she appears innocent and pure on the surface, but deep down… she’s actually full of desire, longing to be violated, defiled, and… completely stained.”

His hands gripped Weihua's breasts, kneading them forcefully through her bra. The fabric deformed from the ****, and flesh spilled out from the edges, the nipples becoming even more red and swollen from the friction against the fabric.

“Do you know?” he whispered, his voice tinged with excitement, “Mika has actually always had a crush on you. It’s not the respect a student has for a teacher; it’s a deeper, more twisted feeling. She envies Nagisa for being with you, and she’s jealous that Nagisa has your love. That’s why she approached you so actively and interacted with you so passionately—it wasn’t just naivety; it was…desire.”

His thrusting speed reached its peak, each impact was delivered with all his might, the sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room, mixed with the creaking of the bed frame and Weihua's increasingly loud moans.

“Now, her body has finally gotten what she’s always longed for,” the man in black said breathlessly. “Violated by you, used by you, utterly defiled by you. Even though it’s you wearing this body, the feeling is the same—filled, possessed, defiled.”

Teacher—Mihana—began to lose consciousness. Pleasure surged like a tide; this body was more sensitive than Nagisa's, reacting more directly, the orgasm coming faster and more intensely. He could feel his internal muscles spasming, the **** pleasure from the repeated friction on that sensitive spot, his body completely dominated by desire, his waist actively responding to the thrusts, his legs wrapped around "Teacher's" waist, his high heels swaying with the movements.

The scene reflected in the mirror became increasingly lewd.

Weihua's body was completely immersed in pleasure. Her long pink hair flew wildly with each thrust, her cheeks were flushed, and her blue eyes were wide open and unfocused. Saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth, mingling with sweat and leaving a glistening trail on her cheeks. Her white stockings were completely soaked, clinging to her skin and becoming translucent, revealing the color of her skin and the stains of semen and bodily fluids beneath. Most glaringly obvious was the crotch area—the edge of the cut opening, where the white stocking fibers, now darkened by the fluids, contrasted sharply with the pinkish opening inside, which was now opening and closing with each thrust, gushing out more and more liquid.

The halo—that pink, intricate pattern symbolizing galaxies—suspended above "the head," flashing intensely, its light flickering in sync with the rhythm of the thrusting.

"We're going..." the man in black said breathlessly, his voice tinged with excitement, "Mihana... with me..."

He thrust deeply, burying his penis completely into the repeatedly ravaged passage, and then ejaculated.

Hot semen filled my body, permeating every corner. Ejaculation lasted several seconds, each pulse clearly felt. The semen spread throughout my body, bringing a burning, full sensation.

At the same time, the teacher—Weihua—also reached her climax.

It was an experience more intense and longer-lasting than the night before. My body trembled violently, every muscle spasming from my toes to the top of my head. My internal muscles contracted wildly, squeezing the invading penis and bringing an even stronger feedback of pleasure. More fluid gushed out, mixed with semen, seeping from the point of union, flowing like a burst dam, soaking the white stockings, soaking the sheets, and leaving large, dark water stains on the deep red silk.

The climax lasted for almost a minute, then slowly subsided.

As the man in black withdrew his penis, a large amount of cloudy white fluid splattered onto Weihua's lower abdomen, chest, and even face. The fluid stood out starkly against her fair skin, slowly flowing and mixing with the previous stains to create new, even more lewd marks.

He collapsed next to "Weihua," panting heavily.

The room was silent except for the sound of their rapid breathing.

Morning light streamed through the stained glass windows, illuminating the two of them, their bodies stained with semen and bodily fluids, the varying shades of dirt on their white stockings, and the large water stains on their dark red sheets.

After a long while, the man in black slowly sat up. He looked at "Weihua" lying on the bed, at her completely soiled body, at her face that belonged to Weihua but was now filled with exhaustion from lust, and he smiled.

“Now,” he said softly, “let’s look at…the next level.”

He reached out, his fingers finding the almost invisible seam on "Weihua's" neck—the seam of human skin. He gently dug his fingertips into the seam and then slowly pulled it outwards.

"No..." Teacher—Mika—wanted to struggle, but her body was completely powerless after the orgasm, and she could only watch helplessly as the man in black moved.

The skin was slowly peeled off, starting from the neck.

The feeling was eerie and terrifying—the sensation of skin being torn from "one's own" body, but it wasn't entirely pain; rather, it was a deep, chilling peeling sensation. You could feel the subtle adhesion as the skin separated from the underlying tissue, you could feel the coldness of the air directly contacting the skin underneath, you could feel... there was another layer underneath.

The man in black moved with practiced ease and composure. He peeled away the unskinned human body from the teacher as easily as removing a bodysuit. From the neck to the shoulders, to the chest, to the waist, to the hips, and finally to the legs.

The human skin was completely removed, like a tight-fitting garment soaked in sweat, and held in the hands of the man in black. Wei Hua's body—that one with long pink hair, blue eyes, and a voluptuous, alluring figure—was now just an empty shell, casually draped over the bedside, stained with semen and bodily fluids.

And the teacher...

The teacher discovered that he was still wearing another layer of human skin.

Her long, light golden hair cascaded down her chest, her fox ears twitched slightly on her head, and her gradient-colored eyes shimmered with complex light in the morning light. A long white dress clung to her body, and dark gray pantyhose encased her legs—that was Saintia's body.

No, it's Saint Ya's human skin.

Teacher—Saintia—looked down at "her own" body. Her fingers were slender and white, her skin smooth and delicate. Her breasts were smaller than Nagisa's and Mika's, but beautifully shaped. Her waist was slender, and her buttocks were pert. Dark gray pantyhose clung tightly to her skin, outlining the smooth curves of her legs.

The most bizarre thing is the halo—that golden, Christian cross-shaped halo is currently floating above "the head," radiating a warm golden glow.

“A surprise.” The man in black laughed, a smile both radiant and twisted. “Three layers. The skin of Weihua is on the outside, the skin of Shengya is in the middle, and you… are on the very inside.”

He reached out and gently stroked Saintia's cheek, his fingers gliding over her delicate skin before finally resting on her fox ears. His fingertips lightly kneaded her soft earlobes, sending a subtle tickle through him.

“Saintya’s human skin was the most difficult to deal with,” he said in a low voice, a hint of pride in his tone. “Because of her ability—to see the future. It took me a lot of effort to calm her down. But now… she belongs to you.”

His other hand slid down to Saintia's chest, gently kneading the soft mound through the fabric of her white dress.

“Saintia’s body is more sensitive than Nagisa’s and Mika’s,” he said, his voice carrying an assessment. “Not in a physical sense, but in a sensory sense. She can feel more, experience more. So, making love while wearing her body… feels completely different.”

He leaned down and kissed Saintia's lips.

The kiss was gentle and deep, completely different from the previous rough kisses. His tongue gently explored, entwining with "Saintya's" tongue, the movements slow and skillful. At the same time, his hands began unbuttoning the white dress, one button, two buttons, three buttons…

The long skirt was slowly pulled open, revealing a white bra and dark gray pantyhose underneath. The bra was made of thin fabric, clearly showing the shape of the breasts, with the nipples slightly protruding beneath. The pantyhose stretched from the waist to the ankles, clinging to the skin and shimmering subtly in the morning light.

After ending the kiss, the man in black looked up and gazed into Saintia's gradient-colored eyes.

“Now,” he said softly, his voice filled with anticipation, “let’s experience… what it feels like to be a Saintia.”

He parted Saintia's legs, the dark gray pantyhose taut from the movement, revealing the cut opening at the crotch and exposing the pink slit inside. Then, he aimed his still semi-erect penis, which had just ejaculated, at that entrance and slowly pushed it in.

This time, the experience was completely different.

If Nagisa's body was an elegant embrace, and Mika's body a passionate welcome, then Seiya's body was... a deep resonance. The moment the penis entered, the teacher—Seiya—felt a strange pleasure that spread throughout her entire body. Not just her lower body, but from head to toe, every inch of her skin trembled slightly, every cell responded.

Moreover, he can "see" some things.

It wasn't a visual perception, but a deeper one—blurred images, fragmented sounds, and indescribable feelings. These were remnants of Saintia's abilities, her way of perceiving the future. At this moment, these remnants were being activated by sexual stimulation, allowing the teacher—Saintia—to experience a near-psychic experience that transcended physical pleasure.

"Can you feel it?" the man in black panted, beginning to thrust slowly. "Saintia's ability... is responding to you. She can feel more, so her pleasure is more, more... profound."

That's true.

Each thrust brought a double pleasure—the filling and friction of flesh, and that deep, resonant feeling that spread throughout the body. Teacher—Saintya—uncontrollably let out a moan, a soft, gentle sound, carrying Saintya's unique, philosophical ethereal quality, yet now filled with desire.

“Ah…this feeling…” he said haltingly, his gradient-colored eyes widening in a daze, “So strange…so deep…”

“Deep is the right amount.” The man in black laughed, his movements gradually quickening. “Saintya’s body can experience the deepest pleasure. And… she can see the future, so she knows what will happen next—she knows how I will move, where the most sensitive spots are, and when I will climax. This ‘predictive pleasure’… will double the experience.”

His thrusts became faster and harder. The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room, mingling with Saintia's increasingly loud moans.

A new image is forming in the mirror.

"Saintya" lay on the deep red sheets, her long, light golden hair disheveled, her fox ears twitching violently, her gradient-colored eyes half-open, a strange light shimmering in her pupils—a halo created by a mixture of pleasure and precognitive abilities. Her white dress was pulled open completely, revealing a white bra and dark gray pantyhose. The bra fabric had shifted to one side due to the vigorous movement, exposing half of her breast, the nipple erect and glistening with moisture. The crotch of the dark gray pantyhose was completely soaked, clinging to her skin, becoming transparent, clearly revealing the pink slit beneath, opening and closing with each thrust, gushing out copious amounts of fluid.

The liquid—a mixture of clear, slightly milky white fluid and the previous night's semen—flowed down her thighs, soaking her pantyhose and leaving dark stains on the dark gray fabric. Some of the liquid splashed onto her white dress, leaving tiny stains on the lighter-colored fabric.

"Ah...ah...Teacher...slower..." Teacher—Saintia—groaned intermittently, her voice ethereal and trembling. Her fox tail swung uncontrollably behind her, the white ribbon at the tip whipping the sheets like a lash. "Too...too deep...I can feel it...I can feel what's coming next..."

That sense of anticipation definitely amplifies the pleasure. Before each thrust, the body already "knows" how it will be treated—knows which sensitive spot the glans will rub against, how much pressure will be applied, and how fast the rhythm will be. This "advance perception" excites the body even before the actual touch, making the accumulation of pleasure faster and more intense.

The man in black's movements grew increasingly violent. He grabbed "Saintia's" breasts with both hands, kneading them forcefully through her bra, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, stretching the fabric taut and deforming it. The nipples became even more swollen and red from the friction against the fabric, and the two dark protrusions could be seen through the thin fabric.

“Saintya is always so holy, so aloof,” the man in black said breathlessly, his voice tinged with excitement. “She always looks at others with those all-seeing eyes, and always speaks those profound and incomprehensible words. But now… look at her now.”

He leaned down, his lips pressed against Saintia's neck, not as a kiss, but as a forceful sucking, leaving a deep red hickey. At the same time, his thrusts reached their peak, each stroke exerting all his strength, causing Saintia to slide across the bed, her light golden hair spreading out on the deep red sheets like a golden river.

“Her body was trembling, responding, craving,” the man in black continued, his voice broken by the violent movements. “Her halo was flashing, her tail was wagging, her ears were twitching… all of this was saying: she wanted more, she wanted to be completely violated, completely defiled.”

That's true.

Teacher—Saintya—could feel this body completely immersed in pleasure. It wasn't just the feeling of fullness in his lower body, but also a kind of almost psychic resonance that spread throughout his entire body. He could "see" fragmented images—how the man in black would move next, how he would react, when the climax would arrive… These premonitions overlapped with the actual experience, creating a double pleasure that gradually blurred his consciousness.

The scene reflected in the mirror became increasingly lewd.

Saintia's body was completely dominated by desire. Her long, light-gold hair was spread haphazardly on the sheets, a few strands clinging to her sweaty cheeks and neck. Her gradient-colored eyes were wide open, dazed, with a strange light flickering in her pupils—the halo of precognitive abilities activated by sexual stimulation. Her fox ears twitched violently, the white fur inside her earlobes standing on end with excitement. Her tail swung wildly behind her, the white ribbon at the tip already stained with splattered semen and bodily fluids, making it filthy.

The white dress was pulled open completely, bunching up at the waist to reveal a white bra—the bra straps had slipped down, one cup tilted to the side, exposing most of the breast. The breasts were small and beautifully shaped, the nipples a pale pink, now erect with excitement, trembling slightly in the air, still adorned with a few drops of semen that had been splashed earlier, gleaming lasciviously in the morning light.

The dark gray pantyhose were completely soaked, clinging to the skin and becoming semi-transparent. The edge of the cut opening at the crotch, the threads of the stockings stained a deep black from the bodily fluids, contrasting sharply with the pinkish slit inside. At that moment, the slit was violently opening and closing with each thrust, continuously gushing out a large amount of liquid—a mixture of clear bodily fluids and milky white semen—flowing down the thighs and leaving winding water trails on the dark gray stockings.

The most glaring thing is those stains.

The inside of her white maxi dress was splattered with semen and bodily fluids, and the light-colored fabric was covered with stains—some fresh and milky, some dried and yellowed, and some dark watermarks formed from bodily fluids. Semen was also stained the white fabric of her bra, forming a murky ring around the edge of the cups. Even a few drops of splattered semen clung to her light blonde hair, glistening among the strands.

The pristine white and gold were now utterly stained with semen, bodily fluids, and sweat. Those stains, like marks of blasphemy, proclaimed that this once noble and sacred body had been completely defiled and utterly corrupted.

“We’re going…” the man in black said breathlessly, his voice trembling with excitement, “Saintia…with me…to see that future…”

He thrust deeply, burying his penis completely into the repeatedly ravaged passage, and then ejaculated.

Hot semen filled her body, permeating every corner. Ejaculation lasted several seconds, each pulse bringing a burning, satisfying sensation. At the same time, the teacher—Saintya—also reached her climax.

It was an experience that transcended the physical body, almost like an out-of-body experience.

Her body trembled violently, every inch of her body spasming from the tips of her fox ears to the tip of her tail. Her internal muscles contracted wildly, squeezing the invading penis and delivering an intense wave of pleasure. More fluid gushed out, mixed with semen, seeping from their union like a burst dam, soaking her pantyhose, wetting the sheets, and leaving large, dark water stains on the deep red silk.

And consciousness... consciousness "saw" at that moment.

Not with his eyes, but with the residual power of Saintia, he saw a fragmented, blurry vision of the future.

In the scene, he is dressed in multiple layers of human skin, repeatedly violated and soiled by the man in black. Nagisa's human skin, Mika's human skin, Seraphim's human skin... layer upon layer, nested like Russian nesting dolls. With each violation, the human skin becomes dirtier, the stains deeper, and he... becomes more and more immersed in the pleasure of being defiled.

Then the screen changes.

Seeing myself begin to actively crave, actively cater, actively spread my legs, actively crave to be violated. Seeing myself wearing those stained human skins, masturbating in front of the mirror, looking at the defiled bodies of those girls in the mirror, feeling that blasphemous pleasure. Seeing myself... gradually forgetting who I am, gradually believing that I am those girls, gradually enjoying this feeling of being possessed, used, and defiled.

The final image freezes.

Seeing himself completely depraved and utterly submissive, dressed in the dirtiest and most filthy human skin, kneeling at the feet of the man in black, head raised, mouth open, thirsting for the reward of semen.

The climax lasted for nearly two minutes, then slowly subsided.

As the man in black withdrew his penis, a large amount of cloudy white fluid splattered onto Saintia's lower abdomen, chest, and face. The fluid stood out starkly against her fair skin, slowly trickling down and mixing with the previous stains to create new, even more lewd marks.

He collapsed next to "Saint Ya," panting heavily.

The room was silent except for the sound of their rapid breathing.

The morning light had risen, shining through the stained glass windows onto the two of them, onto their bodies stained with semen and bodily fluids, onto the varying shades of stains on their white dresses and dark gray pantyhose, onto the semen clinging to their light blonde hair, and onto the filthy white ribbon on their fox tails.

After a long while, the man in black slowly sat up. He looked at "Saint Ya" lying on the bed, at her body that was completely soiled, at her face that belonged to Saint Ya, but was now filled with exhaustion from lust, and he smiled.

“Now you understand,” he said softly, his fingers gently tracing the dried semen stains on “Saintya’s” cheek. “Why I chose this method… to bring you in.”

He stood up, walked to the wall, and took another human skin from the clothes rack.

That was Zhu's human skin.

Long, grey-gold hair, a cream-colored tea party dress, and dark grey pantyhose. The human skin still bore yesterday's stains—traces of semen, bodily fluids, and even a few fallen pubic hairs stuck to the stockings.

"Take a rest, teacher," the man in black said, his voice tinged with amusement. "Once you've rested enough... we'll continue. The next floor... is Nagisa."

He took the human skin of Zhu, walked to the other side of the room, and began to carefully examine the stains on it. He gently scraped off the dried semen clumps with his fingers, his movements as tender as if he were maintaining some precious collectible.

Teacher—Saintya—lay on the sheets, listening to the faint sounds coming from behind her, feeling the remaining semen slowly flowing out of her body, running down her thighs, soaking her already filthy pantyhose.

He closed his eyes.

But those images—those foreseen, future images—were branded into the depths of his consciousness, impossible to shake off.

In the mirror, the "self" dressed in Saint Ya's human skin was lying on the sheets stained with semen and bodily fluids, its body covered with traces of lust, and its halo faintly shimmering with golden light.

On the other side of the room, the man in black was carefully cleaning the stains off Nagisa's human skin, preparing for the next round of ****.

A new layer is about to begin.

When will this nightmare end?