anthro/furry design Rika Myojin - Oni teacher Sukeban
PAYMENT VIA PAYPAL SB:- $50 MB: 1 AB: $ ? (૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა) (sb: cel-shade coloring) ✨flexible payment plan (Depending on your bid)✨ 🍓EVERY 300 gets a bonus art 🍓 Tiers(bids above): 🪄+ $250 Nude version (from here, full render version) 🪄+ $400 Futa version Extras (added to the winning bid): 🪄+ $100 Back view 🪄+ $80 another outfit 🪄+ $50 close up (face, ass, boobs, extra expression, etc) 🪄+ $50 extra hairstyle 🪄+ $10 piercing 🪄+ $10 tattoo Rules ✿ ONLY PAYPAL ✿ No refunds. ✿ it can be resold, but giving the appropriate credits and never for a price higher than this auction. ✿ Only serious Bids! (registered user ONLY) ✿ If you win the auction, you must reply to CMR before 24hs, and you must pay in the first 48hs. ✿ Once the auction ends if you don't answer past 24hs the second higher bid will be the owner. ✿✿✿This commission will begin at the end of AUGUST (maybe before) :3✿✿✿ ✿✿the extra art has a delivery time of 1 month after the adoptable is delivered✿✿ You can check my work here 👇 https://twitter.com/PinkyMilky16 If you want any of the above ych or commissions, you can contact me on twitter or discord: pinky_milky My reputation : https://loot.commishes.com/user/profile/PinkyMilky Rika Myojin used to teach at a technical school in Yokaimura. She never raised her voice. Never lost her composure. She could control an entire classroom with a pause, a single phrase, or a stare sharper than any blade. When everything collapsed, she didn’t hide. She adapted. The priest didn’t need to convince her much. Rika never believed in redemption—but she believed in structure. In obedience. In control. She accepted the seal without hesitation. The power she received was real. Alive. But it left marks. Her once measured, discreet smile was permanently changed. Her teeth transformed—long, sharp, always visible, even when she tries not to show them. Since then, she never removes her mask. Not out of shame. But because the laugh underneath it no longer sounds human. The newer Onis have learned to fear the silence behind her face covering. That split second when Rika’s eyes light up and the air tightens. They say when someone fails her training… and she smiles— the last thing heard is the scrape of her teeth against the fabric. Her outfit still carries pieces of her old life: crisp shirt, white gloves, razor-sharp heels. Not for nostalgia. For precision. For intimidation. She doesn’t tolerate mistakes. She doesn’t repeat herself. And when she says “extra class" she’s not speaking metaphorically.
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