[Human Dog Restraint × Oxygen Deprivation Climax] With a bag over his head, deprived of air and reason, Nureba was released...

Beyond the limit—the “mouth” closed again.

Inside the stuffed animal.

The caress was reaching its peak.

But—that wasn't the end.

Oxygen.

The depths of the lungs cried out in desperation.

More than pleasure, the instinctive desire to “live” pushed aside the trembling of the tongue and legs.

“...Oh, already at your limit?”

After a moment of silence—the sound of the zipper at the mouth being lowered.

A faintly cool breeze flows into the stuffed animal's mouth.

Through the latex, the lungs finally regain their movement.

Oxygen reaches thinly, and the world without vision recedes slightly.

But it was not “rescue.”

It was merely—preparation for punishment.

“I couldn't get it out properly. It can't be helped, right?”

In less than a few seconds, the protrusion was pressed against Nureba again.

Seeing the human-dog lips tremble as they accepted it,

the zipper was pulled up again.

—Click... Click.

This time, the sound of a key was added.

The “mouth gag” once again became a “closed mouth.”

And then...

“The final touch.”

With a “ Rustle...” sound, the bag was placed over the head.

(Mmh… hhah… aah… hh… nnh… ahh…)

No sound could escape.

But the legs were still clamped around the tool.

This time—it had to be finished.

If Nureba didn't feel it, she would be “closed” even more.

That certainty came rushing in with despair.

Nureba shook her legs.

Nureba sucked on the protrusion as if pushing out her throat.

Oxygen didn't pass through.

But even so—her tongue clung to the protrusion, and her hips began to tremble from the inside.

"Hh… fuu… nnh… I… I can’t… anymore…!"

Inside the urethane, sound, vision, and air are blocked,

and within the mask, “the end” arrives...