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You wonder how such a biohazardous smell could come from such a cute and innocent looking source. "Oh, and don't forget to breathe~" she taunts, flicking her foot-scented, silky black hair toward you with her pale fingers. You try not to inhale, which visibly does not appeal to Tomoko. She drapes both of her used stockings around your neck. "If you be a good boy and take a nice deep breath, I'll dip those in your ramen later," she says. Seeing no way out of this, you begrudgingly accept your stinky fate and inhale deeply. It is a costly error. You suddenly feel as if your entire body has been flooded with toxins, akin to a bite by a thousand venomous snakes. Your body reflexively begins to cough in a pathetic attempt to reject her polluted air, but it is too late, and you suddenly feel like your lungs have heavy bags of sand tied to them. A few more seconds pass, and they start to itch most noticeably. As you continue to inhale more Tumko's smelly chemical weapons, you realize each labored breath only serves to suck in more of the poisonous fumes, and whatever gross stuff was growing between her unwashed neet toes is now growing thoroughly in your lungs due to the ideal moist and warm conditions. Tomoko looks on with disinterest, as she has long become immune to her miasma, but enjoys watching others suffer and struggle for fresh air because of it. "What's wrong, slave? Is it getting too difficult to breathe?" Her voice drips with the venom of dominant influence. At this point, it feels like her pale foot is pressing down on your chest, even if she is somewhere else. Your entire respiratory system now burns painfully, and your slow coughing places a smile on her face. The painful burning feeling you have in your upper chest and the foot smell tainted breath you exhale with will act as your collar from now on. With each inhale, it is firmly planted in your mind that you are her's.
Forever...