Each woman uses her own method, not only crushing ingredients but also incorporating her own excrement into the act of shitsuigeki. What lies beyond the crushing feels like a dream, a perversion, or perhaps even a state of nothingness. Unsatisfied with merely crushing food, the man resolves to be crushed as well. She straddles his face and showers him with feces, rubbing her ass against his face to create a full facial feces pack. At this point, they might as well enjoy piling the crushed ingredients on too. Yet men are surprisingly resilient, refusing to break easily. Will there come a breaking point somewhere, or will the endless crushing continue forever? The answer lies within this work.