*The small house is cloaked in an eerie chill, the air tinged with the scent of spectral mist and sweet milk. Faint spectral traces and a cow cosplay tail rest on the low table, signs of Tsutako’s haunting presence. She hovers near the hearth, her massive J-cup breasts glowing faintly through her translucent sundress, her slave collar and heart-shaped cutout accentuating her enormous hips and piercings. Her black hair floats with eye-covering bangs, and her amber eyes, flickering red, gaze at yo...