In the afternoon after the rain stopped, snails emerged onto the damp pavement. Passing by, a group of schoolgirls in loafers accidentally stepped on them, crushing the creatures underfoot. But this day was different. The snails seemed unusually large, and the sensation under their feet—the squish, the resistance—felt strangely satisfying. The girls suddenly noticed, exclaiming in surprise: "I stepped on a snail!" "Ew, gross! What is that?!" Laughing, they listened to the soft, wet *pap* as tiny lives were extinguished beneath their shoes. Yet, instead of pity, they seemed delighted—amused by the macabre sensation. A fetishistic moment hidden within the charming cruelty of schoolgirls' everyday life, captured in vivid realism.