so sorry this took so long!!! please forgive me!!!! tw for transphobia.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a woman?" Kitaro cackled, letting curious fingers carefully part Mizuki's slit.

Because he wasn't one, and deep down, he knew something would happen if Kitaro caught wind of... this. No matter how hard he struggled, Kitaro kept Mizuki's legs high, spread, gazing down at what lied between his thighs like Mizuki was meat on display– a ripe corpse and a hungry butcher, to be ripped apart and devoured. Nausea bubbled in Mizuki's throat, threatened to spill.

"You're an ugly thing," Kitaro whispered, sickeningly giddy, "but I know how to treat a lady right."