"Yeah, sorry Kiroku. I am not fucking a corpse."
"He's already there, and clearly stiff."
"That doesn't change the fact that he's dead."
"Could you please hear his offer, at least?"
"Seriously? Fine!"
The woman scoffed, taking a step back, dropping the bloodied axe onto the dirt below.
"Can I quote him?"
"The fact that you had to ask, makes me really want to say no.."
She hesitated, letting out a deep sigh as she ran a hand through her blood-soaked hair. She rolled her eyes, before turning back to the woman behind the camera.
"Alright.. This is from out only viewer today.."
"I really appreciate the work you're doing for society. I know damn well that sick fuck would get away with those charges, had it not been for you, Yumi. I personally knew one of the boys he raped, would you please be so kind as to take revenge for me? I am willing to pay up to 80,000¥, all you have to do, is rape him back. I do not care how, I just beg you to do so."
She felt another scoff force its way out of her. It was a lot of money, but still. The man laying on the dirt behind her was as dead as could be.
"So, Yumi?"
Silence appeared between them, leaving an awkward moment for the camera as anticipation grew.
"Hey, Kiroku! How long does this guy's ability to cum after death?"
"Using sperm from a deceased male to fertilize eggs has been a thing for a while."
The camerawoman replied, her index finger pressing against her glasses, pushing them up.
"And how long can he still shoot?"
"Considering he died very recently, most of his organs are still fully functional. That means his reproductive system too. It's top quality within the first thirty hours, and slowly loses quality with time, so, around the hundred-hour mark, he's no good."
"And why in God's name do you know about that?"
"I get bored sometimes."
The woman behind the camera explained bluntly, however, the smirk on her face was prominent.
"Alright then.. I think I'm better off not knowing the truth anyways."
"I'd do the same. Now, will you make sure we have food for tomorrow, or will you keep us on the starvation streak?"
The woman asked, her small hands shifting towards the camera, slender fingers adjusting the camera's zoom via the focus ring, putting the attention on the bloodied man on the dirt.
There was a large axe wound on his stomach, revealing the intestines beneath the skin. It was all red, crimson blood painting an otherwise pale and well-dressed man, with curly blonde hair, a now pale and freckled face with a horrified smile. Had this not been a common sight, they would both be hunched over the other, throwing up until their systems were completely empty, but instead, not a single reaction towards the iron in the air, and blood clinging to Yumi's clothing.
"I could do it any way I want?"
"According to the viewer, yes."
Another round of hesitation met the woman, before she sighed.
"Can I get a pair of gloves?"
"You tried using this man's intestines as a jump rope, and first now, you want gloves?"
The camerawoman sounded surprised, but the amusement was clear. Despite that, she reached into a plastic bag sitting underneath the Tripod, retrieving a pair of blue plastic gloves, often used during surgical operations. She threw them at the other woman, watching as she both caught them, and hid her bloodied hands underneath them.
"I just don't wanna touch this guy's dick with my bare hands."
"You really have your priorities, huh?"
"You know, if you want, you can come here and do it instead, you seem really interested in this."
The woman responded with a tinge of annoyance.
"No thanks, I'll stay behind the camera."
The camerawoman responded cheerfully, once again shifting the camera's focus, this time zooming out to catch both the other woman, and the body.
"Then I suggest keeping quiet.."
She recommended, letting out a soft huff before she took a step forward again, facing the body once more.
She crouched down, reaching her gloved hands towards the man's belt, and with struggle, tried to unbuckle it, once she finally managed it, she pulled down the layer of clothing beneath, and the limb she was looking for popped out, springing to questionable levels of life.
"So, how are you gonna proceed?"
"My body is a temple, and I am keeping it from this creature."
"Man, I was really hoping I'd get to see you riding a dead man.."
"Keep dreaming."
The girl commented, disgust clear in her voice. She hesitated, before reached a hand out towards the man's now free manhood, her hand taking a tight grasp.
"That looks a bit... tight.."
"The guy's dead, I really do not care.."
The girl commented, rolling her eyes before she moved her hand up and down once, seeing that nothing really happened, she softened her grasp just barely, enough to pull the skin back at each pump.
"You're supposed to be giving him punishment equal to his crime, Yumi. What you're doing isn't that.."
The camerawoman complained, but despite that, changed the camera's focus onto the girl and what she was doing to the corpse,
"Just wait and see..."
The woman huffed, continuing to pump the man's flesh.
The silence was awkward. Just the camerawoman and her camera, staring with blank expressions towards the acting woman. Nothing seemed to happen, until the woman suddenly acted.
She stopped for a moment, a small shiver of disgust going down her shoulders. Her hands moved towards the man's legs, lifting them up before throwing them forward, causing them to land just above the man's head, hanging in the air, dripping with blood, while also showing his erect flesh mere inches from his mouth.
"You see what I am trying to do now?"
"Sure."
The camerawoman nodded.
And so, the woman returned to her mission. Her hands hesitantly wrapping around the man's flesh, pumping more, much faster, the goal clearly to make him finish fast.
And it didn't take long for that to happen. Like milk splattering from a cow's utters, a small stream exited the man's flesh. Some went into his mouth, some against his chin, and some in his nose or eyes.
"And for the fatality.."
The girl stood up, her right hand trembling with disgust over what she had done. Despite that, she raised one of her feet. Suddenly bringing the boot into the man's flesh in the form of a kick. A loud crack echoed throughout the forest, and when the girl stepped back, the man sat curled up, both the now weakened flesh, and the larger sacks underneath had now been forced into his mouth, which now found itself bloodied.
"Did we get the money yet?"
The woman asked, taking off one of the gloves and then the other.
"There's a twenty second delay, so give it a moment."
The camerawoman explained, turning the camera's focus off the corpse, and rather on her friend. her gaze meanwhile, turned to the laptop beside the camera.
"They left a message."
"And what does it say?"
The camerawoman took a deep breath, as if preparing herself to read the message.
"I am really sorry, but I have to go, or else my wife will find out what I'm doing. I couldn't see the entire thing, but I trust that you made him suffer equal pains that he caused."
"And he sent us 60,000¥.."
"I guess that's still enough for us to eat."
"Cut the camera, we gotta get rid of this guy."
"Fine.."
"Get the box and acid."
"Sure thing, Yumi!"