Killing Yuki

...fully exposing his well-sculpted physique. The fine hair near the bulging bicep creates a stark contrast with the smooth, radish-white armpit. The bright light in the room failed to obscure the fine groove dividing his well-defined chest in half. His chest wasn't bulky and swollen like those of ripped gym rats, just enough to offer cushioning for his future girl's head during cuddles. Its groove extended toward a flat but juicy abdomen, spreading out into tributaries to form six chiseled lumps. It took a quick stop at the shallow, clean navel and resumed as a happy trail that led to the growing thing under his jockeys. As with most men, something about his intense infatuation with Yumi had inspired a whole new appreciation for nakedness in him. It was a subconscious display of willingness to devote his entire humanity to the girl he adored. But exhaustion took over before he could rub one out.

...Ren stepped closer instead. Yuki was about to lean back when Ren reached for his necktie. He froze, and before he could protest, Ren's face was already a few inches away, causing his heartbeat to race faster than a horse on steroids. A bit closer, and his nose would have bled, just like how Sanji lost blood after being shoved between a mermaid's busts.

She crouched down and peered under the desk to find out what was securing it. She realized that the hair was attached to semi-soft, cinnamon padding that resembled a human scalp. She tugged a few strands and pinched the ends of those that came off. They felt gelatinous, much like the intestines of a run-over rat neglected on the road for several days. When she looked into the cubby again, the padded object suddenly tilted upward, revealing the face of a decaying corpse.