A Feast for You (4)

I’m sorry. I was wrong. Even though I desperately begged, tears, snot, and even Vaginal Fluid streaming down my face, the slime’s merciless cleansing didn’t stop. The slime, coolly ignoring my cries, simply moved in and out of my narrow pussy as its master commanded. I felt dizzy. I writhed at the disgusting, squirming foreign sensation in my stomach, gagging like a pregnant woman with morning sickness. My stamina was already depleted, but thanks to the slime’s healing effects, fainting was impossible.

I slumped, twitching intermittently like a broken doll. The moisture inside my body had dried up, and nothing more would come out. Not tears, Vaginal Fluid, or even urine.

“Ahik, heut. Euuh….”

The slime lingered especially long in my pussy. Not because it had sexual desires. It was just that my pussy was the most severely wounded area. If the slime had sexual desires, that would have been horrifying in its own way. And so, for what felt like two hours, the slime spent most of that long time inside my uterus. Thanks to that, my stomach was excessively swollen compared to my thin body.

“Charlie-ssi. We’re in the final stages now. Please keep up the good work until the end!”

“Heuek…?”

-Squirm.

“Eugeuk, higik?!”

The massive blob of goo forcibly widened my uterus and vaginal walls and began to slide out. The slime sucked up the waste from inside my body as it advanced very slowly. Each squirm made my back arch and my body tremble. I wished it would just come out quickly… it was drawing things out as if trying to torment me.

My body heated up like a furnace.

‘T-This is strange…’

I wanted to express this complex and subtle emotion, but only vulgar moans came out, and no suitable words came to mind. A loss of language ability…. Like a young child who had just learned to speak, I had no way to express this unfamiliar experience. But one thing was certain.

“T-This is g-good… haa, hik….”

It felt strangely good.

The simple-minded are honest in their self-expression.

-Squirm!

“Kkeuheuheut…!”

Having removed all the gunk from inside my body, the slime seemed to decide there was nothing more to absorb and increased its escape speed. I didn’t even think about suppressing the pleasure that dominated my entire body and openly expressed it. I gave up control of my body and smiled brightly. My eyes looked even more glazed over than when I was on drugs. Releasing the pent-up desire for childbirth and excretion all at once had temporarily driven me out of my mind.

“Heh, ehehehe….”

I laughed like an idiot and sprawled out. The slime approached my collapsed form and licked my breasts and lower back. The renewed stimulation made my clitoris and nipples stand erect. I entrusted myself to the dreamy floating sensation and accepted the slime’s ‘cleansing.’

How long had it been?

“That seems sufficient, Charlie-ssi!”

Having finished cleaning my body, the slime moved far away and wriggled into the gate from which it had emerged. It looked bouncier than before, as if it had enjoyed a satisfying meal. The ashen-faced man waved grandly at the slime as it entered the gate.

“Thank you for your hard work, Charlie-ssi!”

“Ah….”

I made a sound of disappointment as the slime left. I wanted to feel good some more… I looked up at the man with a hint of longing, but… I couldn’t keep it up for long and looked down again. It was hard to look into the man’s eyes. Looking at the man’s ashen face only made me think that I couldn’t resist.

He looked at me, who had become so intimidated that I was practically cowering, and said in a sad voice.

“Don’t cry, little miss….”

-Zhiiiing…

The ashen-faced man gestured grandly and opened a gate. Large and small knives of unknown purpose and countless pots fell out, decorating the surroundings. Huge contraptions like cauldrons and ovens popped out as well. With each movement of his hand, the surrounding environment drastically changed. Without moving even a step, he transformed this place into a kitchen.

“Ah, eu…?”

I couldn’t close my mouth as I watched the man, my eyes wide, as the environment changed drastically with each blink. How… how did he do it? I worked my small brain hard, but I could only stare in amazement at the near-miraculous magic. As is often the case with people who witness scenes that transcend comprehension, fear had long since turned into awe.

The man said with a slightly flushed face.

“Aren’t you… happy instead?”

Staring into my eyes,

“Soon you will abandon that ugly human body…”

He grabbed a knife hanging on the wall.

“And be reborn as a unique work of art in this world.”

A long, thin blade with a slight curve.

“How can you not smile?”

A boning knife.

A slaughtering knife.

“First, steak would be good. Let’s see…. Would the thigh meat be okay….”

The ashen-faced man… no, the ‘Demon of Cooking, Parsih’ smiled so wide that his mouth seemed to tear, and said in an eerie voice. The crackling static of a radio filled the kitchen and spread out.

* * ! * *

Parsih becomes utterly serious when he cooks. Even the ill-tempered Artania wouldn’t dare to defy him when he holds a kitchen knife. At times like these, she waits quietly for the food without saying a word.

An absolute sanctuary declared solely for cooking.

Of course, waiting wasn’t easy for the Demon of Sloth. Parsih tries to handle everything from selecting ingredients to butchering, preparing, and cooking all by himself, so an increase in time is inevitable. It’s not just once or twice that she’s been impatient from the piercingly sweet smell.

But it was okay.

The results were always fantastic.

Deliciousness taught endurance to Sloth.

Parsih was quite proud of that fact. Wasn’t it saying that it was so delicious that it could overcome instinct? Artania, the first Demon he had subjugated with taste rather than power… was a very symbolic being for him.

But on the other hand, he was also worried. What if she got a taste for these top-quality ingredients? It would be a bit troublesome if the food he cooked in the future didn’t suit her taste.

Of course, that didn’t mean he was thinking of stopping cooking.

“P-Please spare me… h-heuek….”

Parsih looked at the red-haired girl tied to the large cutting board. A top-quality ingredient with abundant Mana from head to toe…. Even the hair, which he usually doesn’t eat and throws away, was imbued with Mana. He was excited like a child, which was unlike him.

Seureung! He lightly sharpens the blade and calms his excited mind.

The first dish is steak.

It’s a bit of a shame for the first dish, but… it’s also true that he delayed because of his desire to cook it as cleanly as possible. She would also be investing her precious time and waiting, so it was only polite to serve her as quickly as possible. That didn’t mean he would do it carelessly just because it was fast.

Always, with all his might.

“Ah, ah…”

The blade reflects the light from the red walls and glows red. Parsih ignored the girl’s lament and held the knife in reverse grip.

The ingredient is the left thigh.

Parsih didn’t bother to knock Yujin unconscious or anything. It was because he wanted to let her know the joy of being cooked alive. He’s like a crazy psycho who’s completely lost it, but he was serious. He doesn’t even know why the girl is wailing. She should be happy to become a beautiful work of art, shouldn’t she? Even if she has Imp blood mixed in, he was still a Demon after all. He had a twisted sense of values.

“Ah, ah… Aaaaaaack!!!”

Jjuuuk… He makes a smooth incision as if a doctor were cutting the skin with a scalpel. Parsih carefully exposes the skin so as not to damage the inner muscles, and then separates the bright yellow fat layer and unnecessary skin tissue. It was a smooth skinning. Crimson blood flows down in streams. He licked his lips slightly at the appetizing smell of blood.

“Heugeuk, igik. Eugeuek….”

The girl foamed at the mouth and choked from the pain of being skinned alive. On closer inspection, she hadn’t fainted. Parsih didn’t think much of it and moved on. Now that he had skinned her, it was time to cut out the meat. He had no time to pay attention to such things.

“Hehehe….”

Parsih was delighted. Not only was she rich in Mana, but she was also a young girl. If the corpses he usually brought were bullocks, this was a young heifer.

Swallowing his happiness, he held the knife in reverse grip and began to carve out the meat in earnest. Seogeok, seogeok… chunks of thigh meat are cut off. Parsih cut out Yujin’s flesh in bite-sized pieces and placed them on the cutting board with a thud! This is meat for steak. The thought of the smell after seasoning and grilling made him laugh involuntarily.

“Hmm… It would be a bit boring to just put the steak on the table, so should I make a simple meat stew too?”

Declaration of additional boning.

“Ah, ah. Ah….”

Yujin blankly stared at the ceiling and let out broken moans. She didn’t even have the strength to scream anymore. She wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide right away, but she didn’t even have enough jaw strength. She could only swallow her screams inside. Most of all, the most terrifying fact was that her mind was still clear. She could clearly feel the pain of her skin being peeled off, the pain of the knife digging into her flesh, and the pain of it rummaging inside and even touching her bones.

“Eueue….”

Yujin watched as the unchosen pieces of flesh went into the trash can. Her eyes became bloodshot. When she lowered her reddened eyes, she saw her left leg, empty between her pelvis and knee. The man had really taken all the thigh meat except for the bone. She didn’t want to believe it. The tears that had dried up welled up again.

“Eu, eueue… Eueueue!!!”

She didn’t want to die.

Thump, thump. The cutting board shakes.

Parsih fixed his gaze on the browning meat and murmured in an indifferent voice.

“I don’t particularly intend to stop you if you say you’re going to collect the blood… but if you have a seizure, you’ll die a little faster, you know?”

The bleeding is accelerated by the violent writhing. The flowing blood followed the grooves in the cutting board and collected in a small bucket. When the blood filled half of the bucket, Parsih threw it directly into the pan. The blood evaporated, giving off a disgusting fishy smell. Blood clouds form. He shouted, “As expected, blood is more fragrant than wine!” and began to grill the meat again.

“Ageueuk….”

She sinks. She sinks rapidly, smelling the fishy blood scent of the blood clouds. Yujin felt death. Death came more kindly than she thought. Death, which had been so fierce when she struggled so pathetically, not wanting to die, now sheathed its scythe and mourned life when she gave up like this. It was an eternal moment of silence for the life that was about to die. A hollow laugh came out. How heartless. If it was this comfortable, you should have told me sooner.

-…yo?

It was then.

Just before Yujin’s mind was about to be buried at the bottom of the sea, she heard a familiar voice.

-Can you hear my voice?

Familiar or not, this was my voice. Was I hearing things as I was about to die? But it was as clear as the pain I was feeling now, too clear to dismiss as a simple illusion. Yujin barely grabbed hold of her mind, which was being buried deep underground, at the voice that was ringing in her head.

“Euk…?”

She opens her eyes.

What she sees when she opens her eyes is another me.

A girl who looked exactly like Yujin was floating in the sky. Yujin forgot to breathe and stared at ‘me.’ The unique thing was that her body was translucent. Her skin also had a blue tint, so she didn’t look like a human. And unlike herself, who was terrified, she looked very relaxed. When she met my gaze, she let out a sigh of relief.

-Can you hear me? Can you see me now? Good. The first step is solved…

The first step? It’s all incomprehensible words. She looked all over my messed-up body. She especially looked closely at my torn left thigh… for some reason, she was making a envious expression.

-…You look like you’re feeling good.

‘Me’ said with a red face and an envious voice. It was absurd. She’s envious of this? Is she teasing me? Whether she did or not, the other me just writhed and twisted her body while letting out lewd moans. My mind becomes faint. She looked at Yujin’s eyes, which were filled with tears, and said with a snort.

-Really… I’m also quite the crazy bastard.

Yujin wanted to cry.