Aoi's consciousness drowned in the clinic's pulse, yet the teeth on her tongue stirred faintly.
Her body sank into the dental chair, leather and veins melding with her skin. The liquid Sato injected burned through her veins, the writhing in her gums spreading through her body. Her heartbeat synced with the clinic's walls, teeth slithering along her spine.
But her tongue, as if with a will of its own, tore her lips, blood dripping. The pain yanked her awareness back for a fleeting moment.
Sato leaned over the chair, his face close to her mouth. His fingers parted her lips, brushing the teeth on her tongue. They nipped lightly, and his eyes narrowed, a blissful smile spreading.
His breath flooded her mouth, the sweet stench of saliva stinging her nose. Holding a dental mirror, he probed her mouth with a lover's caress. The cold metal stroked her gums, teasing the teeth on her tongue.
Aoi's body shuddered, the chair's veins tightening around her arms. Sato's fingers gripped her tongue, testing its movements.
"Let's go together."
His voice was low, trembling with rapture. He set the mirror aside, his bare hands toying with her mouth. His fingers pressed her gums, kneading the swollen flesh. A sob broke from Aoi's throat, blood and saliva mingling. Sato's eyes gleamed, each cut from her tongue's teeth drawing ecstatic sighs. His white coat, stained red with her blood, dripped onto the fleshy floor. The clinic's walls pulsed, teeth swaying behind him.
Then, Aoi's tongue teeth clamped down, crushing his finger.
The snap of bone echoed, and Sato screamed.
Pain and the taste of blood jolted Aoi awake. Her eyes snapped open, pupils glowing with gum-like red. The chair's veins constricted, but each twitch of her tongue tore them, blood spraying.
With a surge of strength, Aoi bit through the armrest. Her impossibly long tongue lashed out, its teeth shredding the chair's leather. She leapt free, tackling Sato.
He crashed onto the waiting room floor, his blood-soaked coat sinking into the fleshy ground. Aoi straddled his chest, baring her toothed tongue. He tried to laugh, but her tongue invaded his mouth, its teeth severing his own. Blood gushed.
Terror flooded his eyes as her tongue gouged his gums. Her fingers snatched the fallen dental pick, driving it into his shoulder. Bone crunched, his scream swallowed by the clinic's walls.
"Time for your treatment, Doctor."
Her voice rumbled from deep within her throat. She yanked the pick free, plunging it into his chest again and again. Blood pooled across the fleshy floor, the wall's teeth trembling. Her tongue slithered over his face, crushing his eyeball. Sato's body convulsed, then stilled.
Aoi rose, her blood-drenched body surveying the waiting room.
The wall's teeth gaped wide, the clinic unleashing a wail-like groan. Her tongue's teeth clicked in triumph.
She strode to the reception counter, searching for the key. The drawer brimmed with teeth again, but she swept them aside with her tongue, seizing the key. She jammed it into the exit door's lock and turned.
The door swung open, cold air biting her skin.
She stepped out, glancing back. The clinic's walls crumbled, teeth and flesh dissolving into the ground. Sato's body vanished, swallowed by the fleshy floor. Aoi shut the door and walked into the darkness, her tongue's teeth clattering in the night breeze.
Behind her, the clinic's ruins pulsed faintly. As her footsteps faded, new teeth sprouted from the fleshy ground.
Her tongue throbbed faintly. Vengeance was hers, but the clinic's will still lingered in her body.
Aoi vanished into the city night, her tongue's teeth pulsing, alive.
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