A school where girls rejoice in adolescence.
Where beloved daughters of the elite grow into fine women.
A safe place for their blossoming---.
No more, no more.
A tentacled horror obliterates the fragile membrane of their purity.
It was a genetic experiment by the military.
Though they would be condemned by their peers in government and science,
Japan attempted to create a new kind of weapon;
to create a destroyer of worlds contained in a single carbon-based form.
In short, they had tried to birth an immortal superbeing.
The military selected a man to be the genetic template.
He was, before the experiment, an inmate on death row.
Someone nobody would miss.
A r*pist whose soul could not be redeemed. Instead, it would be deformed.
The experiment was a failure.
The military incinerated the results but, it survived the flames
and escaped out of the sewers.
Something never meant for the world is now among us.
It has only instinct.
No morality, no empathy, no fear.
No ability to reason, or reason to control itself.
It is, if intelligent in any way, of a purely evil construct remaining
or perverted by its muscle memory as a human. A vile r*pist---.
The tentacled horror finds the sanctuary of pure girls.
And it r*pes them.
14 base CGs, each with assault variations
216 text variations
432 total CGs
Resolution: 3840x2160 (4k)
Where beloved daughters of the elite grow into fine women.
A safe place for their blossoming---.
No more, no more.
A tentacled horror obliterates the fragile membrane of their purity.
It was a genetic experiment by the military.
Though they would be condemned by their peers in government and science,
Japan attempted to create a new kind of weapon;
to create a destroyer of worlds contained in a single carbon-based form.
In short, they had tried to birth an immortal superbeing.
The military selected a man to be the genetic template.
He was, before the experiment, an inmate on death row.
Someone nobody would miss.
A r*pist whose soul could not be redeemed. Instead, it would be deformed.
The experiment was a failure.
The military incinerated the results but, it survived the flames
and escaped out of the sewers.
Something never meant for the world is now among us.
It has only instinct.
No morality, no empathy, no fear.
No ability to reason, or reason to control itself.
It is, if intelligent in any way, of a purely evil construct remaining
or perverted by its muscle memory as a human. A vile r*pist---.
The tentacled horror finds the sanctuary of pure girls.
And it r*pes them.
14 base CGs, each with assault variations
216 text variations
432 total CGs
Resolution: 3840x2160 (4k)