Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in yandere elf. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than yandere elf,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “yandere elf” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “yandere elf” climax ever recorded.