Rushing toward the climax. Crushing everything completely under my heel, squishing it into a messy pulp. Legs, wings, bodily fluids—all scattered and broken apart. Did you enjoy it? Huh? There's still one left? Trying to crawl out by scratching with its little feet? No way. Good girl, good girl. While gently stroking, I press down with my full body weight and crush it completely. Have you learned your lesson? That's right, good girl. Even if the shape remains, I'll stomp, stomp, and stomp it all into nothing. This final chapter is a must-watch for in-crawl fetish fans.