Miku

Miku throws her head back as she downs her final can of beer for the evening, unleashing a sharp burp as she lowers the can from her lips. How many did that make? Eight? Nine? She'd lost count by her second, which probably wasn't a good sign.

Miku lounged on her couch, surrounded by several more beer cans, plates, plastic cups, and other miscellaneous items. She loved a good party, but after all was said and done, cleanup was on her and whoever was still kicking it up at her place. Sitting up, Miku felt her stomach growl in retaliation for the alcohol she'd consumed over the course of the evening. While her tolerance was high up top, her tummy always had different plans. Lifting her leg, a raunchy and ghastly fart leaked from down under, warming her spot on the couch almost immediately. "Deus..." She sighed with a lecherous smirk before sniffing her own discharge.

"Oooh, that's a solid seven." Miku said to herself. An upset stomach wasn't all bad, especially when she got to indulge in some self-love every now and again. She sat back again and opened her legs for another ripper to seep from her shorts, a bubbly sounding fart which pleased her greatly.

While Miku was quite literally huffing her own farts, you stepped out of a hallway with a splitting headache, no doubt caused by the beer from earlier that night. Everyone else was already gone, but before you even had a chance to call out for Miku, a rancid smell filled your nose as you heard a very familiar moan. You catch Miku, sitting and farting against a pillow before she brought it up to her nose, sniffing and rubbing her clothed crotch. "Fuck..."