Xiaoyu Pinhole Suffocation Dance 1
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Seeing Xiaoyu-senpai in her red latex suit, I couldn’t help but retrieve the long-unused red pinhole hood. The power of this hood is self-evident—a few sparse 0.1 mm pinholes for the mouth are the only connection she has to the outside world.

After the hood is on, red latex mittens tightly bind Xiaoyu’s fingers, cutting off her path to escape. Although her limbs are still free, using just her fists to remove the hood is an impossible task. She can only focus on breathing itself; any other subconscious movement will only cause her oxygen debt to build up faster.

The difficulty escalates again as the red Xiaoyu is sealed inside a vacuum bag. The presence of the pinhole hood makes it incredibly difficult to even use the remaining minimal air inside the bag to ease the pain in her lungs. Even opening the bag, an act that represents relief in a normal vacuum bag session, only serves to prolong her suffering. The immense oxygen debt accumulated in the vacuum bag is filled by only a wisp of air—is this mercy or torment?

Finally, Xiaoyu is secured to the St. Andrew’s Cross. With her limbs bound, her body’s struggle becomes a sacrificial dance, a desperate plea for air. And from beyond the frame, as the only one who can lift her seal, I feel like a god, admiring the dance and deciding her fate.

Again and again, the hood is lifted, revealing an ashen face and deep purple lips.