Bottled

There’s a product for sale on Japanese online shops—bottles of liquid claiming to be actual schoolgirl urine. Ten euros, give or take. I stumbled across it the way you stumble across anything truly fucked up online: unable to look away, unable to stop wondering if it’s real.

The mystery is what’s actually in there. Best guess is some chemical formula that smells and looks convincing enough. Worst guess is that some Japanese entrepreneur is literally pissing in jars and selling them to perverts. Which, given that I spent five minutes investigating this, apparently includes me.

The whole thing is so specifically weird it almost feels fake. But no—it exists. Someone made it. Someone’s buying it.