✎(𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶)𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓓𝓓𝓛𝓒 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶

『T3BlbiBZb3VyIFRoaXJkIEV5ZQ==』

(act 2 day 3, if the two poems appeal to Natsuki.)

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(Translation (using Base64 code.))

(Open your third eye)

I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There's something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I'm being pushed over the edge. I can't... I can't stop myself.