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character: yukino_mifuyu_(puuzaki_puuna) 1girl, 1boy, multiple boys, faceless male, dark skin, dark-skinned male, muscular, ((faceless, muscular, dark-skinned man:1.0)), gold chain, grey sweatpants, naughty eyes, seductive smile, grinning, grin, faceless, silver hair, blue eyes, hair between eyes, hair bun, long hair, sidelocks, ahoge, purple bow, huge breasts, light blue cardigan, off shoulder, white turtleneck sweater, sleeveless, latex skirt, tight skirt, shiny, dark blue skirt, micromini pencil skirt, dark brown leggings, black heels, kneeling, both knees on floor, seiza, butt out, hands on own stomach, distended stomach, swollen belly, belly bulge, crying, tears, trembling, holding it in, desperate, clenched teeth, furrowed brow, blush, sweat, half-closed eyes, from above, from below, from front, dutch angle, full body, curtain wall, unfinished construction interior, steel frame, concrete floor, floor-to-ceiling windows, night view, city lights, large glass syringe on floor, empty syringe, backlight, high contrast, Shot from a low front angle that tilts up and looks down at once on a steep diagonal, the camera braced near the concrete floor of an unfinished high-rise floor and angled so the near window mullions converge overhead. In the centre of the frame a young woman kneels on both knees, seiza, her shins flat on the dusty concrete, hips pressed forward and buttocks pushed out behind her so her lower back arches and the hem of her micromini pencil skirt rides tight across her thighs. Her hair is silver, long, with heavy sidelocks falling past her jaw, a small bun pinned at the back of her head, short strands between her eyes, a purple bow at the bun and a single ahoge springing from the crown; it hangs lank and shaken. Her eyes are blue, wide and brimming, lashes clumped wet, tears running unchecked down both cheeks, brows drawn up in the middle, mouth open and gritted in a desperate effort to hold on. She clutches her lower abdomen with both hands, fingers splayed and pressing, palms flat against a belly so massively swollen with enema fluid that it pushes the white turtleneck out into a hard taut dome, like a woman in imminent labor, the fabric stretched thin and glistening; her light blue cardigan has slipped off both shoulders and bunches at her upper arms, and her arms are bare. The shiny dark blue latex micromini skirt is stretched tight and glossy, dark brown leggings darkening her lower legs into the black heels, and her whole body trembles with fine shudders that shiver the loose cardigan and set her hair swaying. Around her a ring of four or five muscular dark-skinned men crowd in close, faceless — no facial features, only smooth blank heads turned down toward her — their thick bare torsos and shoulders filling the gaps between her and the windows, one gold chain hanging at the nearest man's collarbone, grey sweatpants slung low at their hips. The nearest two lean over her shoulders with the lofted, tilted bearing of men grinning down at what she is enduring; their heads aim at her swollen belly and hands, their postures loose and looming. She looks down at her own hands and nothing else. On the bare concrete floor a short step in front of her knee lies an extra-large, extra-thick glass enema syringe, completely empty, its heavy glass barrel lying on its side, light running along the curve of the glass and pooling bright in a thin bead at the nozzle. The floor is fresh grey concrete with steel studs and cable trays overhead; the whole far wall is curtain-wall glazing, and beyond it a night city drops away from the high floor — grids of lit windows, sodium-orange streets, cold blue glass — the only light source, so the men and the woman are rimmed with cold windowlight and their fronts fall into deep shadow, and their long shadows stream across the concrete toward the camera. Overall cast is cold blue-grey against the warm silver of her hair and the glossy blue of the skirt; clear glass, dark skin, and pale fabric separate cleanly. Bitter, gleaming tension.
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Yukino Mifuyu, blue eyes, silver hair, hair between eyes, hair bun, huge breasts, light blue cardigan off shoulder, white turtleneck sweater, sleeveless, latex tight shiny dark blue short micromini pencil skirt, dark brown leggings,black heels、 BBC_TP, BBC, dark skin, dark skinned male, gold chain, grey sweatpants, m_crowd, multiple boys, faceless male, naughty eyes, seductive smile, (Faceless, muscular, dark-skinned man:1.0), grinning face, inside the curtain wall construction room, high floor, night view, 大勢のBbcが女の周りを囲んでニヤニヤニヤしている。 top-down, bottom-up, , ,butt out, アングルは前から、中身が空の特大極太のガラス浣腸器が床に置いてある。 浣腸液を女に全部注入完了。 女はひざ立ち。両膝ついている。浣腸液でパンパンになったお腹。出産真近の妊婦のよう。 下腹部を両手で抑えて必死に泣きながら我慢している。震える。
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character: yukino_mifuyu_(puuzaki_puuna) 1girl, 1boy, multiple boys, faceless male, dark skin, dark-skinned male, muscular, ((faceless, muscular, dark-skinned man:1.0)), gold chain, grey sweatpants, naughty eyes, seductive smile, grinning, grin, faceless, silver hair, blue eyes, hair between eyes, hair bun, long hair, sidelocks, ahoge, purple bow, huge breasts, light blue cardigan, off shoulder, white turtleneck sweater, sleeveless, latex skirt, tight skirt, shiny, dark blue skirt, micromini pencil skirt, dark brown leggings, black heels, kneeling, both knees on floor, seiza, butt out, hands on own stomach, distended stomach, swollen belly, belly bulge, crying, tears, trembling, holding it in, desperate, clenched teeth, furrowed brow, blush, sweat, half-closed eyes, from above, from below, from front, dutch angle, full body, curtain wall, unfinished construction interior, steel frame, concrete floor, floor-to-ceiling windows, night view, city lights, large glass syringe on floor, empty syringe, backlight, high contrast, Shot from a low front angle that tilts up and looks down at once on a steep diagonal, the camera braced near the concrete floor of an unfinished high-rise floor and angled so the near window mullions converge overhead. In the centre of the frame a young woman kneels on both knees, seiza, her shins flat on the dusty concrete, hips pressed forward and buttocks pushed out behind her so her lower back arches and the hem of her micromini pencil skirt rides tight across her thighs. Her hair is silver, long, with heavy sidelocks falling past her jaw, a small bun pinned at the back of her head, short strands between her eyes, a purple bow at the bun and a single ahoge springing from the crown; it hangs lank and shaken. Her eyes are blue, wide and brimming, lashes clumped wet, tears running unchecked down both cheeks, brows drawn up in the middle, mouth open and gritted in a desperate effort to hold on. She clutches her lower abdomen with both hands, fingers splayed and pressing, palms flat against a belly so massively swollen with enema fluid that it pushes the white turtleneck out into a hard taut dome, like a woman in imminent labor, the fabric stretched thin and glistening; her light blue cardigan has slipped off both shoulders and bunches at her upper arms, and her arms are bare. The shiny dark blue latex micromini skirt is stretched tight and glossy, dark brown leggings darkening her lower legs into the black heels, and her whole body trembles with fine shudders that shiver the loose cardigan and set her hair swaying. Around her a ring of four or five muscular dark-skinned men crowd in close, faceless — no facial features, only smooth blank heads turned down toward her — their thick bare torsos and shoulders filling the gaps between her and the windows, one gold chain hanging at the nearest man's collarbone, grey sweatpants slung low at their hips. The nearest two lean over her shoulders with the lofted, tilted bearing of men grinning down at what she is enduring; their heads aim at her swollen belly and hands, their postures loose and looming. She looks down at her own hands and nothing else. On the bare concrete floor a short step in front of her knee lies an extra-large, extra-thick glass enema syringe, completely empty, its heavy glass barrel lying on its side, light running along the curve of the glass and pooling bright in a thin bead at the nozzle. The floor is fresh grey concrete with steel studs and cable trays overhead; the whole far wall is curtain-wall glazing, and beyond it a night city drops away from the high floor — grids of lit windows, sodium-orange streets, cold blue glass — the only light source, so the men and the woman are rimmed with cold windowlight and their fronts fall into deep shadow, and their long shadows stream across the concrete toward the camera. Overall cast is cold blue-grey against the warm silver of her hair and the glossy blue of the skirt; clear glass, dark skin, and pale fabric separate cleanly. Bitter, gleaming tension.
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character: yukino_mifuyu_(puuzaki_puuna) 1girl, 1boy, multiple boys, faceless male, dark skin, dark-skinned male, muscular, ((faceless, muscular, dark-skinned man:1.0)), gold chain, grey sweatpants, naughty eyes, seductive smile, grinning, grin, faceless, silver hair, blue eyes, hair between eyes, hair bun, long hair, sidelocks, ahoge, purple bow, huge breasts, light blue cardigan, off shoulder, white turtleneck sweater, sleeveless, latex skirt, tight skirt, shiny, dark blue skirt, micromini pencil skirt, dark brown leggings, black heels, kneeling, both knees on floor, seiza, butt out, hands on own stomach, distended stomach, swollen belly, belly bulge, crying, tears, trembling, holding it in, desperate, clenched teeth, furrowed brow, blush, sweat, half-closed eyes, from above, from below, from front, dutch angle, full body, curtain wall, unfinished construction interior, steel frame, concrete floor, floor-to-ceiling windows, night view, city lights, large glass syringe on floor, empty syringe, backlight, high contrast, Shot from a low front angle that tilts up and looks down at once on a steep diagonal, the camera braced near the concrete floor of an unfinished high-rise floor and angled so the near window mullions converge overhead. In the centre of the frame a young woman kneels on both knees, seiza, her shins flat on the dusty concrete, hips pressed forward and buttocks pushed out behind her so her lower back arches and the hem of her micromini pencil skirt rides tight across her thighs. Her hair is silver, long, with heavy sidelocks falling past her jaw, a small bun pinned at the back of her head, short strands between her eyes, a purple bow at the bun and a single ahoge springing from the crown; it hangs lank and shaken. Her eyes are blue, wide and brimming, lashes clumped wet, tears running unchecked down both cheeks, brows drawn up in the middle, mouth open and gritted in a desperate effort to hold on. She clutches her lower abdomen with both hands, fingers splayed and pressing, palms flat against a belly so massively swollen with enema fluid that it pushes the white turtleneck out into a hard taut dome, like a woman in imminent labor, the fabric stretched thin and glistening; her light blue cardigan has slipped off both shoulders and bunches at her upper arms, and her arms are bare. The shiny dark blue latex micromini skirt is stretched tight and glossy, dark brown leggings darkening her lower legs into the black heels, and her whole body trembles with fine shudders that shiver the loose cardigan and set her hair swaying. Around her a ring of four or five muscular dark-skinned men crowd in close, faceless — no facial features, only smooth blank heads turned down toward her — their thick bare torsos and shoulders filling the gaps between her and the windows, one gold chain hanging at the nearest man's collarbone, grey sweatpants slung low at their hips. The nearest two lean over her shoulders with the lofted, tilted bearing of men grinning down at what she is enduring; their heads aim at her swollen belly and hands, their postures loose and looming. She looks down at her own hands and nothing else. On the bare concrete floor a short step in front of her knee lies an extra-large, extra-thick glass enema syringe, completely empty, its heavy glass barrel lying on its side, light running along the curve of the glass and pooling bright in a thin bead at the nozzle. The floor is fresh grey concrete with steel studs and cable trays overhead; the whole far wall is curtain-wall glazing, and beyond it a night city drops away from the high floor — grids of lit windows, sodium-orange streets, cold blue glass — the only light source, so the men and the woman are rimmed with cold windowlight and their fronts fall into deep shadow, and their long shadows stream across the concrete toward the camera. Overall cast is cold blue-grey against the warm silver of her hair and the glossy blue of the skirt; clear glass, dark skin, and pale fabric separate cleanly. Bitter, gleaming tension.
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character: yukino_mifuyu_(puuzaki_puuna) 1girl, 1boy, multiple boys, faceless male, dark skin, dark-skinned male, muscular, ((faceless, muscular, dark-skinned man:1.0)), gold chain, grey sweatpants, naughty eyes, seductive smile, grinning, grin, faceless, silver hair, blue eyes, hair between eyes, hair bun, long hair, sidelocks, ahoge, purple bow, huge breasts, light blue cardigan, off shoulder, white turtleneck sweater, sleeveless, latex skirt, tight skirt, shiny, dark blue skirt, micromini pencil skirt, dark brown leggings, black heels, kneeling, both knees on floor, seiza, butt out, hands on own stomach, distended stomach, swollen belly, belly bulge, crying, tears, trembling, holding it in, desperate, clenched teeth, furrowed brow, blush, sweat, half-closed eyes, from above, from below, from front, dutch angle, full body, curtain wall, unfinished construction interior, steel frame, concrete floor, floor-to-ceiling windows, night view, city lights, large glass syringe on floor, empty syringe, backlight, high contrast, Shot from a low front angle that tilts up and looks down at once on a steep diagonal, the camera braced near the concrete floor of an unfinished high-rise floor and angled so the near window mullions converge overhead. In the centre of the frame a young woman kneels on both knees, seiza, her shins flat on the dusty concrete, hips pressed forward and buttocks pushed out behind her so her lower back arches and the hem of her micromini pencil skirt rides tight across her thighs. Her hair is silver, long, with heavy sidelocks falling past her jaw, a small bun pinned at the back of her head, short strands between her eyes, a purple bow at the bun and a single ahoge springing from the crown; it hangs lank and shaken. Her eyes are blue, wide and brimming, lashes clumped wet, tears running unchecked down both cheeks, brows drawn up in the middle, mouth open and gritted in a desperate effort to hold on. She clutches her lower abdomen with both hands, fingers splayed and pressing, palms flat against a belly so massively swollen with enema fluid that it pushes the white turtleneck out into a hard taut dome, like a woman in imminent labor, the fabric stretched thin and glistening; her light blue cardigan has slipped off both shoulders and bunches at her upper arms, and her arms are bare. The shiny dark blue latex micromini skirt is stretched tight and glossy, dark brown leggings darkening her lower legs into the black heels, and her whole body trembles with fine shudders that shiver the loose cardigan and set her hair swaying. Around her a ring of four or five muscular dark-skinned men crowd in close, faceless — no facial features, only smooth blank heads turned down toward her — their thick bare torsos and shoulders filling the gaps between her and the windows, one gold chain hanging at the nearest man's collarbone, grey sweatpants slung low at their hips. The nearest two lean over her shoulders with the lofted, tilted bearing of men grinning down at what she is enduring; their heads aim at her swollen belly and hands, their postures loose and looming. She looks down at her own hands and nothing else. On the bare concrete floor a short step in front of her knee lies an extra-large, extra-thick glass enema syringe, completely empty, its heavy glass barrel lying on its side, light running along the curve of the glass and pooling bright in a thin bead at the nozzle. The floor is fresh grey concrete with steel studs and cable trays overhead; the whole far wall is curtain-wall glazing, and beyond it a night city drops away from the high floor — grids of lit windows, sodium-orange streets, cold blue glass — the only light source, so the men and the woman are rimmed with cold windowlight and their fronts fall into deep shadow, and their long shadows stream across the concrete toward the camera. Overall cast is cold blue-grey against the warm silver of her hair and the glossy blue of the skirt; clear glass, dark skin, and pale fabric separate cleanly. Bitter, gleaming tension.
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