Ch.105Chapter 105

Ouroboros had filmed a mukbang. Watching it, there was something oddly mesmerizing yet mundane about it.

It felt strange knowing that I hadn’t filmed this myself, yet it was recorded without my knowledge. She ate well enough, but that’s because she’s a Demon God—whether she ate appetizingly was another question entirely.

She seemed somewhat clumsy with her eating, spilling toppings and then picking them up with her fingers to eat them. It looked just like a kid’s mukbang video.

Eight pizzas? That was certainly a lot, and since people found it hard to believe Ouroboros—that I—was a Demon God, they just thought she was an internet broadcaster with an impressive appetite.

Comments ranged from remarks about her small frame but enormous appetite to suspicions that she wasn’t actually swallowing the food because her expression never changed throughout the video.

As if. But I could understand why they might think that. The reason was that Ouroboros, with her child-like body, had effortlessly devoured eight pizzas that even adults would struggle with, without any change in expression or pace.

If I couldn’t explain that she was a Demon God, it would be awkward to explain how she did it. I’d have to brush it off with something like, “I have a black hole in my throat, so I never get full no matter how much I eat.”

The funny thing was, because the Professor couldn’t be bothered to edit and uploaded the raw footage, there were floods of replies under the skeptical comments.

Comments like, “If you think she’s spitting it out, tell us exactly where in the video that happens,” or “It doesn’t look edited at all to me. When and how could she spit it out? Wouldn’t it be impressive enough just to keep that much food in your stomach for over 40 minutes?”

I stopped watching. The comments were just arguments or people saying how cute she was, and the video was just Ouroboros clearing one pizza after another without any change in expression from start to finish, so there was nothing more to see.

I returned the phone to the Professor. With empty hands, I flapped my arms. The breeze created by my jacket went straight into my armpits. Being in a sleeveless top definitely allowed me to feel the breeze this way when I was hot.

Of course, taking off the jacket would be the first thing to do if I were too hot.

If someone asked why I had the jacket at all, it was obviously as a substitute for air conditioning. Since I wasn’t that sensitive to temperature and could bear wearing a jacket, I planned to keep it on in case we entered a lecture hall with powerful air conditioning later.

After flapping my arms a few times, I froze awkwardly at the Professor’s touch.

“Ourr, what do you want to do now?”

“…Um, what are we doing today?”

The Professor asked about our next destination, but unfortunately, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. As usual, I wasn’t particularly hungry, but I couldn’t think of anything specific I wanted to do, so I tilted my head in confusion.

Faced with a question I couldn’t answer, I just tilted my head blankly.

There were plenty of things to do downtown, but I wasn’t sure what to do with the Professor. I turned my head absently and then pointed.

“I want to go there.”

“The café? Is there something you want to eat there?”

“At the café… I just want to sit quietly.”

It wasn’t that I wanted to eat anything in particular. A café is a place for drinking coffee and eating desserts, but it’s also a space where people can sit with a beverage and talk.

Entering the café with the Professor, I stared blankly at the menu. I wondered what would taste good. I liked sweet things, but if they were too sweet, some deep part of my tongue would hurt, though I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where. Not wanting to experience that feeling again, I pointed at something in the coffee section.

“Caramel?”

“Caramel macchiato?”

“Ye-e-es, that one, that’s it.”

I nodded. The Professor took out a card from her wallet. Then, glancing at the display case nearby, she casually asked me:

“Do you want some cake from over there too? They also have waffles and churros.”

“Oh, ohhh…”

While I wasn’t particularly gluttonous, I couldn’t help but react when seeing something appetizing. The days when I had no interest in food were gone, and my mouth was somehow seeking flavors on its own, making my head tilt involuntarily.

“What do you like, Professor?”

“Pick whatever you want to eat, Ourr.”

The Professor waited for me with an amused smile. While I appreciated her patience, unfortunately, I wasn’t someone who could make decisions quickly.

“I want to eat everything… Could you choose something for us to share?”

“How about that cake over there?”

“Sounds good!”

I nodded while pressing my face close to the display case. My forehead lightly touched the glass.

With the Professor’s selection, two coffees and one chocolate cake were added to our order. Receiving our drinks and sitting down, I placed the caramel macchiato in front of me and put my lips to the straw.

I sucked desperately but nothing came into my mouth.

“Hek, he-ek… Wh-what’s going on?”

I had closed my eyes tightly and sucked with all my might, but the Professor was holding the middle of my straw, not letting go. Having sucked so hard, I was momentarily short of breath and panted slightly.

The Professor glanced down at the cup and swirled my straw.

“This has caramel at the bottom, so you need to mix it together. See how the colors are separated into three layers?”

Just as the Professor said, there were dark brown, white, and what looked like syrup layers. The Professor casually put the straw to her lips and took a sip, so I unconsciously followed her example.

Completely forgetting that the Professor had ordered an Americano.

“…I’ll try it myself.”

I nodded as if I understood and gripped the straw. After swirling it to mix the coffee color, I put my lips to it. As I sipped, the curious harmony of bitterness and sweetness delighted my mouth.

The Professor’s drink was just plain black, so I didn’t particularly want to try it.

After staring intently, I lowered my gaze. A small cake on a round plate greeted me. It wasn’t a slice but a whole small round cake.

It was a bit more expensive compared to others, but it looked much more appetizing than cake slices. I grabbed two forks and handed one to the Professor. The Professor smiled.

“You eat it, Ourr.”

“Let’s eat together.”

The Professor tried to decline, but I firmly placed the fork in her hand, refusing her refusal. The Professor then took the fork as if giving up and cut the cake.

The fork moved precisely, creating an appetizing slice. While waiting for the Professor’s evaluation, she unexpectedly extended the fork toward me instead of herself.

“Ourr, say ahhh.”

The fork tip wiggled. The cake swayed in front of my face as if begging to be eaten. Sniffing the sweet aroma reaching my nose, I glanced at the Professor once and then chomped down.

The Professor smiled contentedly.

“How is it?”

“It’s delicious!”

I nodded. Perhaps because the Professor had chosen it, it had a taste that didn’t disappoint. It was very sweet, but I could balance that with my coffee.

Sweet and moderately bitter. With this curious harmony, I thought I could keep eating. But I had no intention of hogging it all.

Like the Professor had done, I carefully cut a piece with my fork, making sure to get all the layers in one bite, and offered it to her.

“Professor, say ahhh.”

This time I was the one offering to the Professor. Returning exactly what she had done for me, the Professor looked caught off guard. Her wide eyes soon curved into crescents as she took my fork into her mouth in one bite.

With the cake in her mouth, the Professor nodded while chewing. It seemed to suit her taste as well. I grinned and then something occurred to me.

I took out my phone from my pocket and turned on the camera. Switching from photo to video mode, I held it out to the Professor. The Professor gave me a questioning look, not understanding what I was trying to do.

“I want to show this to Ouroboros. Since I saw Ouroboros, Ouroboros should see me too.”

Of course, we look exactly the same, so it’s nothing special.

The Professor smiled at my words and started recording. Once I became aware that the Professor was filming, everything I was doing suddenly felt artificial.

Ouroboros really was unusual. How could she eat pizza so nonchalantly with a camera lens right in front of her?

With awkward movements, I cut a piece of cake and put it in my mouth. Then, surrendering to the delicious sensation, I smiled naturally.

“O-okay, that’s enough.”

Feeling suddenly embarrassed, I signaled the Professor to stop. The Professor seemed slightly taken aback, having expected me to continue filming.

Ding. With the sound indicating the end of recording, the Professor tilted her head.

“Why did you stop? I thought you were going to eat it all.”

“I just, I just wanted to show a video of me eating something too. It was sudden. That’s not why we came to the café.”

“Really?”

The Professor said this and took a sip of her coffee.

“I just think it’s nice to spend time with you like this today, Professor.”

As I grinned, the Professor’s lips curled up in response.