What Meiling has in mind, Yuri doesn't even begin to think of as an option - but if it came down to it - and, unbeknownst to Yuri, it would - Yuri wouldn't mind giving her life to Meiling if it made the other girl happy. If it could benefit her lover, who had given Yuri such affection like she'd never experienced before, then anything was worth it in the end.

Her heart flutters and skips, not like a dark, brooding girl's, but like a sweet and innocent high schooler's, as Meiling traces her fingers between her breasts. Yuri's breasts are on the smaller side, petite with only a bit of meat to them, lean like the rest of her, but the thought that Meiling might squeeze against them makes her shudder.

She might've scoffed at the concept of a promise before she met Meiling, but now, Yuri doesn't even hesitate. Is it because she doesn't grasp the horror that Meiling wants to inflict onto her, or because she's that desperate for approval?

"I promise." She wriggles her legs a little, her thighs, meatier than her breasts, brushing against each other. The sudden thought of being used by Meiling excites her, and then Yuri realizes, perhaps this is what she wanted most all along. "I want you to. Do whatever you want with me."