Bloody Kitchen

There were only two women in the kitchen: one was Lieutenant Chihiro, who looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, and the other was Private Hoshino Momo, who looked only eighteen or nineteen.

Hoshino Momo sat in the corner, hugging her knees, burying her face between her legs and sobbing softly. Tears streamed down her face, her thin shoulders trembling, making her look like a pitiful wounded chick. Chihiro sat on the counter, one leg crossed over the other, her eyes glaring angrily at the poor little chick in the corner.

"Private Hoshino Momo! You've disgraced us communications soldiers!" Chihiro pointed at Hoshino Momo and yelled, "Look at Hasegawa, Rumiko, and Aoki Rei! Didn't they all obey orders without hesitation? Without the slightest doubt! But what about you? You just hide there crying! You're a soldier! Do you know that? You're a soldier! A soldier won't shed a tear, even if he sheds his last drop of blood!"

Hearing this, Hoshino Momo cried even harder.

Seeing that force wasn't working, Chihiro tried a gentler approach. She sat down next to Hoshino Momo, put an arm around the girl's shoulder, and said as softly as possible, "Momo, think about it, we're soldiers. Soldiers are ready to give their lives at any time. Right now, the army only wants your body, not your life, right?"

Hoshino Momo continued to cry, shaking her head vigorously as she sobbed.

"Look at us now, drifting in this vast universe, with very little food left, and the food delivery machine is broken," Chihiro added.

"Waaah—" Hoshino Momo's cries grew even louder.

“Listen to me,” Chihiro continued, “Of course, if we just stay here, we’ll all end up as dried-up corpses drifting in space. So we have to use extraordinary measures in extraordinary times. We civilian soldiers contribute our bodies so that our comrades fighting on the front lines will have the strength to fight. Compared to them risking their lives to fight the enemy, at least we are safe. Once we get to the base, we can change into any body we like. Don’t you always complain that your breasts aren’t big enough? Then you can transform into a big-breasted woman, as big as you want.”
“I don’t want to be a big-breasted woman!” Hoshino Momo laughed through her tears.

“Fine, you can have whatever body you want.” Chihiro sighed, thinking that was about right.

“But… but…” Hoshino Momo hesitated.

“What else is bothering you? Tell your big sister, and I’ll take care of it for you.” Chihiro patted her chest and said.
Hoshino Momo whispered a few words in Chihiro's ear, then immediately buried her face between her legs, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"What? You're still a virgin..." Chihiro started to say, but Hoshino Momo silenced her with a kiss.
"That's easy," Chihiro said, hugging Hoshino Momo. "Do you like men or women? If you like women, how about me? I'm pretty good at it!"

As she spoke, Chihiro's hand reached into Hoshino Momo's bosom and grasped her tender breasts.

"Big sister, you're so mean!" Hoshino Momo protested, already nestled in Chihiro's arms.
"Actually, I want both," Hoshino Momo said, burying her face in Chihiro's chest, too ashamed to come out.

Upon hearing this, Chihiro laughed and said, "What do you think of our army doctor and head chef, that guy surnamed Lin? He's quite the handsome guy! He's charmed countless young girls! Having him as the head chef shouldn't be a problem, right? Ah Ling and the others were all cooked by him. When we get to the base, go ask them what they think."

Chihiro's hand squeezed Momo's breast hard, a lewd grin spreading across her face. Momo naturally protested, pounding her back with her small fists.

Chihiro pulled Momo down into her arms, then gave the girl a light, fleeting kiss on her soft lips. The girl immediately quieted down, lying obediently on Chihiro's lap.

Chihiro wiped her lips, thinking, "This trick still works."

"But I'm still scared," Hoshino Momo said timidly, "The thought of being cut into pieces and put into those male soldiers' mouths makes me nauseous. Those soldiers never brush their teeth!"

"Silly child. I'll make them brush their teeth twice tonight. Anyone who doesn't brush properly won't be allowed at the dinner table." Chihiro gently stroked the girl's hair, speaking softly.

"But I'm still scared alone. Chihiro-nee, will you stay with me? We can keep each other company, okay?" the girl said, looking at Chihiro with hopeful eyes.

"This…" Chihiro hesitated.

"What? You don't want to? Are you lying to me? Will I die?" The girl sat up abruptly from Chihiro's arms, staring intently at her, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger.

"Of course not, I'll stay with you." Chihiro quickly pulled the girl back into her arms; she didn't want all her efforts to be in vain. She'd better get this girl into the soup pot first; that Lin guy can't do anything to her anyway. She secretly resolved to prepare two next week.

"Great, let's go now."

The little girl's face changed so quickly!

(II)

"Lin Weixin, listen to me..."

Qianxun kicked open the cabin door of the military doctor's quarters and was immediately stunned by the scene before her.

The military doctor was wearing a white shirt, stained with oil and blood—he wore the same shirt for cutting meat, cooking, and performing surgery, never changing it; he used to wear a pair of gray shorts, but now they were gone, leaving only his bare buttocks; his slippers were still on his feet. He was the only person on the ship who could disregard military discipline, and his words sometimes carried more weight than the captain's, because even the captain got sick and injured, and needed to eat. The only one who wasn't afraid of him was Qianxun Ying Qianxun.

However, today she was also frightened.

There stood Dr. Lin—or rather, Chef Lin—his hands behind his head, frozen in place. Between his legs, where a massive object should have been (this is just Chef Lin's opinion), hung a woman's head.

"Oh, it's you!"

Chef Lin exclaimed, recognizing Qianxun. He immediately lowered his hands, a sigh of relief washing over him. He removed the head from between his legs and placed it on the table. Turning to Qianxun, who stood frozen in the doorway, mouth agape, he said,

"Hey, Miss, even if your father's a captain, shouldn't you knock before entering a man's room? I thought the Japanese had invaded! What do you want? No food, no medical help, wait until I find my pants—of course, if you're looking for someone to sleep with, I won't bother looking for pants."

Qianxun pointed at the head on the table, then at the chef, her mouth opening and closing but unable to utter a word.
"Ha—ha—" Seeing Qianxun's expression, the woman on the table let out a melodious laugh.
"What are you laughing at? You were trying to bite my crotch off with all that force!" The chef picked up a slipper and threw it at the woman's head.

"Who told you to let go of me? What if I fell and disfigured you if I didn't bite you?" the woman protested.

"Hey, wake up!" The chef pulled up his pants and walked over to Qianxun, slapping his face hard. "This is Qingmu Ridge from your communications unit. You just ate her the day before yesterday, and you don't remember?"

"You... how could you bully her like this? She's our hero!" Qianxun finally regained his ability to speak.

Chef Lin, with a toothpick in his mouth, glanced at the female captain and said, "Don't be ridiculous. I bullied her? She bullied me! The day before yesterday, when I was with her, I gave her some benefits, and she got a taste of it and insisted on staying by my side. She's a bottomless pit; she'll drain me dry sooner or later."

The chef poked Qingmu Ridge's throat with his finger, indicating that it was a bottomless pit.
"Alright, what do you want?" Chef Lin said, fiddling with the severed head in his hand. He slipped his entire hand under Qing Muling's neck, his fingers emerging from her mouth.

Qianxun couldn't bear Lin Weixin's perverted behavior any longer; she snatched the head away and held it tightly to her chest.
"Cough—cough—you stinky chef, all you do is bully me!" Qing Muling huffed angrily. Qianxun's sudden movement irritated Qing Muling's throat, causing her to cough incessantly.

Looking at the chef with a toothpick in his mouth and his nonchalant demeanor, Qianxun hesitated, unsure whether to give her body to him, even temporarily.

(Part Three)

After Qianxun explained her purpose, Chef Lin grinned wickedly and scrutinized her from head to toe. Qianxun felt extremely uncomfortable; she was almost certain that this bastard was probably thinking about what kind of dish she could make from her body!

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me! I'm just accompanying Atao on a formality. If you dare touch me, my dad will throw you off the warship!" Qianxun's warning tone was stern, but that was all.

After witnessing what had just happened, she found it hard to believe that this bastard was capable of anything. Moreover, she knew perfectly well that even if this bastard really ate her, her father couldn't do anything to him. Those soldiers would rather mutiny and cook the captain than lose this medic and chef. In the vast universe, a medic like this bastard could save their lives more than any captain.

"Suit yourself." Chef Lin took the woman's head from Qianxun's hand and placed it on the table. He then picked up his toolbox—no, his medical kit—and, pulling the female captain who was still trying to maintain a fierce expression, headed outside.

"I want to go too!" the woman's head called out from behind.

Chef Lin didn't even turn his head, taking off his last slipper and tossing it behind him, hitting her squarely.
"Women are such a hassle, still so confident even without their bodies! I'll cut her tongue off tonight and use it as a snack with my drinks, let's see if she still dares to talk

back!" Chihiro opened her mouth, intending to warn the bastard a few more times, but hearing his words, she quickly retracted her tongue and shut her mouth tightly.

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"Brother Lin—Hello!"

Seeing Chihiro return with her Prince Charming, Hoshino Momo was incredibly excited. The girl bowed deeply to the two of them, then mustered her courage, closed her eyes tightly, and said loudly, "I'm ready, please take care of me!"

The chef was stunned, not understanding what was going on, so Chihiro quickly leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words of explanation.

"What? You want me to do it again!" The chef glared angrily at Chihiro standing to the side.

Turning around, he saw Hoshino Momo's terrified expression and felt a pang of pity. He lowered his voice and whispered to Chihiro, "I'm both a military doctor and a cook, I'm already exhausted. Cooking every day and doing this, even an iron man couldn't take it! If I have to cook a few more like Aoki Ridge, do you really think I'll die too quickly?"

"They're virgins," Chihiro added in his ear.

"Oh?" The chef was initially delighted, then his expression turned regretful. "That's a bit of a pity. Such a healthy body hasn't even been used before being eaten. It's really not right."

"That's right!" Chihiro quickly echoed.

"Then I'll reluctantly do it. You help me out so I can save some energy for cooking." The chef looked like he was going to his death. ===

... A smelly slipper shattered the screen and hit the author on the head. "Five thousand words! Are you trying to kill me?" the chef protested loudly from the screen. "Ignore him, he's just bragging. Five thousand words? Humph! He can only count to four thousand nine!" Qianxun said disdainfully, stopping her work. "Ah—it's coming! Don't stop!" Xiaotao groaned. The author rubbed the large bump on his head, glaring at the screen in exasperation, gritting his teeth and muttering to himself, "That brat, so arrogant! I can't afford to mess with Chef Lin, cooking you is a piece of cake! Humph!—By the way, didn't Chef Lin already throw out his slippers?" "Enough with the nonsense, start cooking! Trying to fool the readers again?!" a group of viewers protested loudly. A wave of murderous intent swept over, causing the author to instantly "turn thirty." Hoshino Momo lay sprawled on the limp Chihiro, gazing affectionately at the medic and asking, "Shall we begin?" The chef opened his toolbox (medical kit), bent down to prepare tools, and grunted twice in response. "That wide, big knife, is it for cutting my head?" Momo asked cautiously, pointing to the largest knife in the toolbox. "No, that's for cutting watermelons," the chef mumbled, a toothpick dangling from his mouth. "It's so scary! I'm so frightened! Chihiro, can you go first?" Momo pleaded with Chihiro. Chihiro lay on the cutting board, panting heavily, thinking to herself, "This little girl is really something, she almost killed me, and she still claims to be a virgin?! Is she just pretending to be weak? Whatever, it's come to this, I'll just put her in the soup pot and be done with it." "Okay, I'll go first," Chihiro said weakly, while her back to Hoshino Momo kept winking at Chef Lin, meaning that the one behind her was the main dish, and she was just pretending. However, if she turned around now, she would find that Private Momo behind her was looking smug, pointing two fingers at her medic Lin in a victory sign. The chef smirked, ignoring the two of them, grabbed Chihiro's feet with one hand, and lifted her into the air. Lin Weixin was considered tall among the soldiers, and having also fought his way through gunfire, he naturally had a muscular physique, so lifting the female lieutenant upside down with one hand was very easy for him. The pretty lieutenant was already weak all over and had no strength left to resist. She figured she had to play along, so she might as well let that bastard do as he pleased. As long as she could coax that little girl, Hoshino Momo, into obediently lying in the soup pot, she was willing to suffer a little loss and settle the score with that bastard later. The chef lifted Chihiro to the sink and gently laid her flat in the basin. He turned on the tap, grabbed a brush, and began to scrub her carefully. While scrubbing, he rubbed and pinched her here and there, checking which parts were plump and which were thin. He used force, causing Chihiro pain. The lieutenant grabbed the chef between the legs, warning him not to take advantage of the situation . The chef smiled apologetically and said softly, "Sorry, it's a habit." "Chihiro-nee, does it hurt?" Hoshino Momo, kneeling on the cutting board and unable to see clearly, asked with concern. "No, it feels good!" Chihiro forced a smile, not wanting to scare Momo away. However, she tightened her grip on the bastard's manhood. "Atao, come help me, okay?" The chef wasn't one to be trifled with, and immediately called for a helper to get him out of the predicament. "Sure!" Atao jumped off the cutting board and ran over, asking with great interest, "What can I do?" "Help me wash her clean, I'll go prepare the side dishes." The chef took the opportunity to slip away. "Chihiro-nee, your skin is so nice, so white and tender." Hoshino Momo commented while brushing her breasts, "Your breasts are so big, unlike mine which are so small."

"Wow, your arms are so strong! You must exercise a lot, it's all lean meat. I don't like fatty meat. Chihiro-nee, can I eat some of the meat on your arms later?"

"Your legs are so straight, it's such a waste to eat them!"

"Hehe, sister, your hair here is so thick. Mine is so sparse, like it was just born."
"Sister, can you turn over? I want to wash your bottom..."

The chef listened from afar, secretly chuckling to himself.

Chihiro helplessly let Momo do as she pleased, cursing Momo's ancestors in her heart.
"Here, let's clean inside too."

The chef handed Momo a hose with a specially made nozzle at the end, molded from his own crotch—a truly bizarre fetish.

"Insert it in the back." He added.

"Ah—"

The chef had barely finished speaking when a heart-wrenching scream rang out as he turned around. Chihiro was writhing in pain in the pool, clutching her buttocks. A long hose was inserted behind her, swaying with her movements. Hoshino Momo stood beside her, her hands raised in mid-air, looking bewildered.

The chef shoved the lubricant into Momo's hands, shook his head, and said with a wry smile, "You need to apply some lubricant first."

Chihiro looked at Chef Lin with pleading eyes; at least her life was safe in this bastard's hands.
The chef, a soft-hearted man, couldn't stand girls' looks like that, so he had to do the

rest himself. In no time, he cleaned her up, removed her hair, and had Chihiro spotless. To Chihiro's relief, Momo seemed quite interested in and even enjoying it; while the chef was busy with Chihiro, she had cleaned herself up herself.

"What's next? What kind of dish are you going to make us into?" Hoshino Momo asked. She and Chihiro returned to the cutting board, waiting for the chef to prepare them further.

The chef's toothpick curled upwards as he looked at Chihiro with a sly smile. Chihiro suddenly felt a chill run down her spine; she had a premonition of impending doom. She wanted to run, but the slightest movement caused a burning pain in the places where Hoshino Momo had poked her. Every inch of her skin burned just as much; that bastard hadn't considered her feelings at all when he was shaving her.

The chef took a steel collar from his medical kit and put it on Chihiro. Chihiro wanted to resist, but looking into that bastard's lecherous yet earnest eyes, she somehow found herself putting it on. Only after putting it on did she realize something was wrong. Wasn't she just pretending? How could this act be so real, even more real than the real thing?

Before Chihiro could think further, the chef took out another device of unknown origin and attached it to Chihiro's collar. Chihiro immediately lost consciousness.

(V)

Chihiro woke up after an unknown amount of time. She could move her limbs normally, and even felt pain when she pinched her thigh. She could see and hear everything normally. Could it be that she was just scared unconscious? As she was wondering, she heard Hoshino Momo's noisy voice. The little girl insisted that that bastard put the same collar on her too. Chihiro then remembered the thing around her neck and quickly touched it. She found that the thing was still there, but it seemed to be a little wider than before.

"Stop messing around, one at a time." The chef impatiently pushed Momo aside and turned to Chihiro, saying, "Hurry up and lie down with your butt sticking up."

"What did you put on my neck?" Chihiro was still worried about this bastard and wondered what he had done to her.

"It's nothing, just some protective devices to protect your nerves. Don't ask any more questions, just hurry up and finish with you, then it'll be this little guy's turn." The chef said, turning his back to block Hoshino Momo's view and winking at Chihiro.

Chihiro was skeptical, but her mind was a complete mess, so she had no choice but to obey the bastard's orders. After all, the two of them had agreed to put Momo in the pot together, so theoretically they were accomplices.

The chef lifted Chihiro's buttocks up a bit, spread her legs, and inserted the water tap from behind. This time, the tap was coated with something, and it went in smoothly. Chihiro thought that if it didn't hurt, the feeling was quite nice—it felt quite fulfilling.

There was a tube attached to the tap. Chihiro couldn't see where the tube led, but she knew that what came in this time wasn't clear water, but a thick, porridge-like liquid that felt warm inside her stomach.

"What's that?" Chihiro asked curiously.

"There's a lot of stuff there, minced meat, fermented grains, garlic..." the chef explained as he poured it in. Once it was almost full, he pulled out the spout and plugged it with a pre-prepared cork. Then, he lifted Chihiro by her ankles and hung her on two iron hooks hanging from the roof. Chihiro then realized that two leather straps had been put on her feet, probably done by that bastard while she was unconscious.

"Momo, go to the cupboard and get me that barrel of wine!" the chef called out.

"Wine? How can there be wine?" Even hanging upside down, Chihiro sensed something was amiss. The ship had run out of food; where did the brewing materials come from?

"We brew it ourselves on the ship," the chef replied casually.

"Then where did the grain for brewing come from? Wasn't the grain processing machine broken?" Chihiro questioned.

"Ah—?" The chef was startled, realizing he'd let something slip, and the toothpick in his mouth fell out.
He thought for a moment and said, "You're right, it was broken. I fixed it, and after fixing it, I felt that so much grain shouldn't be wasted, so I used it to brew wine. Ah, yes! That's it!"
"You have grain to brew wine, but you don't give it to the soldiers! So many of our sisters were eaten by them meaninglessly! You—you—you big bastard!" Chihiro trembled with anger. She couldn't suppress her anger and guilt when she thought about how she had delivered all her sisters to this bastard.

"I originally wanted to take out the grain," the chef explained, "but the young men didn't want to. They felt that girls' flesh would stimulate their fighting power more. Besides, your father also likes this wine."

Chihiro was almost fainting from anger; her rage made it impossible for her to think.

"Momo, run! This is a trick by the butcher!" Chihiro finally thought of how to curse this bastard. The only thing she could do now was to get Hoshino Momo out of the butcher's clutches as soon as possible.

"Butcher? He's the head chef; butchering is his basic skill!" Hoshino Momo, holding a jar of wine, stood smiling beside the head chef.

Trap, deception, conspiracy... Chihiro realized how foolish she had been, completely falling into someone else's trap.

"You knew from the beginning, didn't you? You were just trying to lure me into this, weren't you?" Chihiro still held a sliver of hope; she hoped Momo would say she was forced, so she could forgive Momo—at least she still had a sister.

"Not entirely!" Momo handed the wine jar to the head chef, squatted down in front of Chihiro, and earnestly explained, "Actually, I went to see Doctor Lin on my own initiative. I've been infatuated with him for a long time. I wanted to become a delicious dish in his slender hands, and then my body would be placed piece by piece into his alluring lips. I wanted to melt in his mouth, enter his body, and become a part of him."

Looking at Momo's infatuated expression, Chihiro felt the hairs on her body stand on end, even though that bastard butcher had already cleaned them all.

“One more thing, you’re right,” Hoshino Momo continued, “I really am thinking of getting a more attractive body after I get to the base. I’m too thin right now, and my breasts are so small. Ah-Ling and the others are the same as me.”
“Okay, you heard what she said,” the chef said to Chihiro, “I didn’t know these things before. Don’t blame me, it’s not my fault.”

“What’s the alcohol for?” Momo asked curiously.

“Pour it into her water reservoir, so it won’t dry out too much when it’s roasting.” The chef explained as he poured the alcohol, and then said, “I’m going to prepare the fire. You pour the remaining filling into her back, every five minutes, until it flows out from her front. Call me then.”

“When are you going to do it to me?” Momo shouted at the chef’s departing back.

“Wait a minute—”

(VI)

“Boss, say a few words.” Chef Lin nudged the fat man next to him.

"Huh? Let me say a few words?" The fat man picked up his wine glass, tugged at his wrinkled vest, and stood up. "Brothers—today is my big day! You guys have to do me the honor of celebrating my birthday!"

The fat man paused, then continued, "I understand what you all mean... You're basically saying, you old codger, after all these years of struggling, you're over fifty now, and you still only have one ship, and you're just a captain?"

The restaurant fell silent. Even Chihiro, lying on her plate, stopped groaning, wanting to hear what her father had to say.

"Ten years ago, brothers followed me in this uprising. In these ten years, many old brothers have left, and many young brothers have come! We didn't give up, we didn't break up, we weren't eaten by anyone. It wasn't easy!"

Speaking of the past, some of the older generation present couldn't help but wipe away tears.

"But today, I want to tell you all, the bitter days are over! By this time tomorrow, we will reach our destination! The lair of that big fat sheep!" The

moment he finished speaking, the entire hall erupted in cheers.

"In less than a year, the wealth and glory I promised you will come true, and it will be even more, ten times more!"

"Hurrah! Hurrah!..."

"Long live! Long live!..."

Everyone jumped up, everyone cheered.

"Eat to your heart's content tonight! Drink to your heart's content! Kill to your heart's content tomorrow! The universe is at your feet!"

The fat man downed his glass in one gulp, then stylishly threw it on the ground, shattering it, completing the most important speech of his life.

He sat back down, leaned close to the only remaining calm chef, and whispered, "How was it? Was it alright?"

The chef nodded, indicating his approval. He had great confidence in his script and the fat man's performance abilities.

“I’m a little heartbroken about that cup,” the fat man said, looking at the broken glass on the floor.

The chef patted the fat man on the shoulder and pointed to the food on the table, saying, “Have some, your daughter’s breasts are pretty good.”

At the mention of food, the fat man perked up, picked up a plate and cutlery, and angrily pounced on the table.

(VII)

Besides the fat man, there was another person in a bad mood tonight, namely Hoshino Momo, who was lying next to Chihiro. Although she was lying on a plate like Chihiro, she didn’t have a collar around her neck like Chihiro.

The long table was mostly occupied by two large plates, one containing Chihiro and the other containing Hoshino Momo.

Chihiro was roasted to a golden brown, and when you gently pressed her with chopsticks, she sizzled with oil, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a fragrant aroma. She was placed in a specially made ceramic dish the length of a person, with a gold rim and colorful dragon and phoenix patterns on it. The glaze was even and the colors were gorgeous, clearly a royal item, and very valuable.

Chihiro paid little attention to the plate on which she was placed; she felt as if she were teetering between heaven and hell. A pleasure akin to an orgasm rippled through her body, but it never quite came; the intensity of the pleasure fluctuated, but it never completely subsided. She could move, but was utterly weak; even when she could move, the range of motion was limited. Only her hands and feet were nimble, but she couldn't reach anything. What

she wanted most was for someone to grab the banana stuck in her lower body and give her a good, satisfying experience. However, one after another, gluttonous men walked past her, only drooling at her; no one dared to make a move. The boldest among them merely grabbed a cucumber from beside her and ran away, leaving her disappointed.

In contrast, Momo was quite popular. She was now buried among a pile of fruit on a silver plate, a specially made plate, also over a meter long, exquisitely crafted and beautifully carved, with the Western royal coat of arms inlaid with gold and gemstones—a truly rare item.

What angered Xiaotaozi was that the bad cook had tricked her, making her into a cold dish instead of a barbecue like Chihiro. Actually, she wasn't even a cold dish; she was just a plate for it, something to play with by putting her in a pile of fruit.

"You're so lucky!" Xiaotaozi looked enviously at Chihiro, who was lying on the plate moaning.

"Don't comfort me, I'm about to die," Chihiro said, referring to the intense feeling of near-orgasm.

"Dr. Lin must really like you!" Xiaotaozi said, not without jealousy.

"Nonsense!" Being able to chat with Xiaotao for a bit distracted Chihiro, making her feel less miserable.
"When a man tries everything to make a woman happy, isn't that love?" Xiaotaozi said.

Chihiro was stunned by Xiaotaozi's words, thinking that what the girl said made a lot of sense, and was speechless.

"Hey, Peach, let's talk later, the sauce's gone!" a soldier said, patting Xiaotaozi's bottom as he placed the plate full of fruit between her legs.

Xiao Tao squeezed out some pale yellow salad dressing onto the plate with a little force.

"Too much! You got off easy. Go on, hurry up!" Xiao Tao dismissed the soldier and then chatted with Qianxun: "I wonder how these male soldiers can eat all of this?"

"Qianxun, you look so tempting, why isn't anyone eating you? If I weren't tied up here by the medic, I would have pounced on you long ago." Xiao Tao said excitedly, "Actually, the medic doesn't really dislike me. He said if eating you all isn't enough, he'll turn me into a hot pot."

Qianxun was both amused and exasperated by Xiao Tao, not knowing what to say. This little girl's standard for judging which bastard liked a woman was whether that bastard used her to cook!

"No way, I have to encourage them to eat you, otherwise I'll have no hope!" After saying that, Xiao Tao shouted loudly, "Come and eat grilled Qianxun! It smells so good! It'll be gone if you come late!"

Xiao Tao's shout drew everyone's attention to the fat man and the chef who were whispering to each other, and the fat man was looking at the chef just like everyone else.

Sensing everyone's anticipation, the chef leisurely slipped on his slippers, stood up, toothpick dangling from his mouth, and swaggered towards the table. The fat man, carrying a plate in one hand and a fork in the other, followed behind, grinning broadly.

"Hey, nobody dares to touch it, I'll divide it!" the chef announced loudly, picking up his

knife and fork. Before anyone could even see what was happening, one of Qianxun's breasts was already on the plate. He looked around, wondering who to give it to, when the fat man suddenly leaped forward, snatched the plate from the chef's hand, and then happily darted aside, opening his mouth to taste it.

Seeing her father's disgraceful state, Chihiro was furious. She angrily cursed, "You fat bastard, do you like your daughter's breasts?"

The fat man grinned shamelessly and said, "I thought you were asleep. How about it? Take a bite, it tastes good."

Seeing her father's true colors, a wave of grief and indignation immediately welled up, and two streams of tears streamed down her face. Chihiro cried, "Why are you doing this to me and my sisters? I'm your daughter! You watched them grow up!"

The fat man was thick-skinned enough not to be moved at all. With his mouth full of his daughter's breasts, he whispered in her ear, "Your old man is leading them in a business that's tantamount to exterminating nine generations of his family. Without a huge benefit, these bastards would have torn this old man to pieces long ago. You wouldn't even be able to keep your head then..."
Her father's words were truly unexpected by Chihiro.

“But your breasts are really good, much better than your mother’s!” The fat man swallowed the meat in his mouth, making his statement quite clear.

As he spoke, the other breast was placed on the plate. The chef looked around, but no one dared to take it. He beckoned to a little boy in the corner and said loudly, “Ying Zheng, come here, this is for you!”
The boy was only about ten years old, with a somewhat heroic appearance, unlike his fat father at all, but somewhat similar in temperament to the chef. He walked over, took the plate, bowed deeply to the chef, looked around, and seeing no one had any objections, finally looked at his sister.

Qianxun loved this younger brother very much. Their mother had died early, and for little Ying Zheng, his sister played the role of half a mother.

Qianxun nodded to her brother, her eyes filled with kindness and affection.

Ying Zheng looked back at Uncle Lin behind him. The chef gently stroked the boy's hair, nodded to him, and said with unusual seriousness, "Remember your sister!"

The chef wielded his knife with lightning speed; the meat was so swiftly the knife seemed to rise and fall, and no one could see his movements clearly. In a short while, dozens of plates were prepared.

The chef then distributed the meat to his brothers in order.

According to later secret court records, the brothers who received the meat eventually rose to high positions, and even the descendants of those who died early in battle were granted titles of kings and marquises.

However, according to the descendants of those involved, those brothers who received the meat were all terrified. Some even fled back to their cabins to write their wills before the banquet was over. Those who did not flee beforehand immediately found someone to entrust their families and make arrangements for their funerals after the banquet. The others looked at those who had eaten the meat as if they were already dead. Sure enough, in many battles afterward, they were sent to complete missions with a high chance of survival. In other words, their glory was earned with their lives.

(8)

The chef hadn't finished dividing the meat, leaving some for anyone to take.

The chef's knife was sharp; Chihiro didn't feel much, unlike others whose knife skills weren't as good. Now Chihiro was in for a rough time. With each cut, she shuddered, not from pain, but because the chef had transformed her pain into pleasure.

Years later, while chatting with Momo, she inadvertently revealed that before belonging to that bastard, all her orgasms combined didn't compare to the intensity and number of times she experienced that night.

A couple of bolder individuals took the lead, and a swarm of lecherous and gluttonous men flocked to her. While Chihiro was somewhat unhappy about falling into the mouths of a bunch of foolish men, she thought that these were all dying men, so she let it go. With her worries at ease, Chihiro was able to calmly enjoy the pleasure that bastard had left her.

However, some things still happened that made Chihiro quite embarrassed.

A squad leader, holding her feet, knelt before her and confessed, "Miss Qianxun, from the first moment I saw you, I fell in love with you! I know you also favor me greatly; every time we do drills, you kick my buttocks with your beautiful jade feet. I want to keep them by my side, so that your jade feet can bless me to be brave and tenacious on the battlefield..."

Qianxun thought to herself, "I kicked you because you're always the slowest runner, and you come here to annoy me." Anger rose within her, and she snapped, "Get out!"

Just as the squad leader was about to continue, a burly man walked over and punched him in the left eye. He snatched one of the feet and said, "So small, and you want to eat two? Aren't you afraid of getting stuffed?"

The squad leader, holding the remaining one, got up, wanting to continue, but another burly man came and punched him in the right eye, then snatched the remaining one from his hand, saying, "So small, even if you eat it, you
won't be able to run fast!" The squad leader got up empty-handed, unsure whether to continue, when another burly man punched him in the eyes, and after seeing that he had nothing in his hands, kicked him, saying, "So small, don't you even find something to eat to fill your stomach!"

Chihiro's body was losing weight piece by piece, and she couldn't remember how many orgasms she had had.

At this moment, the chef walked over with an empty plate. Chihiro saw that bastard and wanted to curse him, but Little Peach's words echoed in her ears, and she couldn't say anything. Looking at her remaining internal organs and the most private place between her legs—a place no one dared to touch except this bastard chef.

The chef walked over, grinning as he looked at Chihiro and then at the piece of meat she had left behind. Chihiro was startled by the thought that she actually hoped that bastard would eat her most secret source of pleasure.
"Oh my, so much juice came out, you must have been enjoying it immensely!" The chef smacked his lips at Chihiro's private parts, saying, "Tender and juicy, now is the best time to eat it. It wasn't for nothing that I worked so hard to modify your nerve endings!"

"Bastard—" What else could Chihiro say?

"Hey, why isn't anyone touching this good stuff?" Hoshino Momo suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Her fruit had long been eaten, and she was now free, so she wandered around naked looking for food.

"I'm starving! All the food in my stomach has been eaten by those gluttons!" Momo unceremoniously put the last piece of meat Chihiro had left onto her plate.

"Sister Qianxun, you're so juicy down there! You must be having so much fun! I'm so envious!"

"Let me lick your little bean, like this afternoon?"

"Such a strong aroma of wine! Such a big jar, and you've reduced it to such a small amount, Sister Qianxun, you're amazing!"

"And this banana is soaked through!"

Xiaotao was happily eating when she suddenly remembered there was someone standing next to her! Looking back at the medic's empty plate, she immediately and generously put the banana on his plate.

The chef looked at the little girl in exasperation, completely helpless.

Xiaotao licked Qianxun's honey clean, then half-squatted down, spread her legs, placed the plate between her legs, and poured a generous layer of salad dressing over it.

"I saved a lot," she said to Qianxun with a grin.

The chef next to her nudged Xiaotao, nodded at her, and held out the plate.

Xiaotao took the plate and sprinkled a layer of salad dressing on it as well.

"Want some fruit wine?" Xiao Tao picked up an empty glass, filled it with a clear green drink from in front of her, and handed it to the chef.

"Xiao Tao..." someone called her from afar.

"More wine! These drunkards, why don't you just get drunk to death?" Xiao Tao, carrying her plate, skipped over. After only a few steps, she turned back and asked the chef, "Sister Qianxun has already been eaten, are you going to eat me now?"

The chef smiled and shook his head.

Upon hearing this, the girl immediately became overjoyed and skipped away. After running a distance, she turned back and shouted, "Brother Lin, I'm going to play for a while, I'll be yours later! Also, Sister Qianxun, your little bean is so delicious, it's full of water!"

Hearing Xiaotao's loud shout, two red clouds immediately crept onto Qianxun's cheeks.

Now only Qianxun and her scoundrel were left.

The scoundrel looked at Qianxun and said, "Now only this piece belongs to me." Saying this, he took her heart from between her ribs and placed it on the plate; the heart was still beating.

Qianxun felt her heart was empty, gone. Only when she watched that scoundrel put her heart in his mouth and swallow it whole did she feel her heart had found its place again.

"A woman's heart is small, and her mind is narrow. But it takes some effort to really swallow it whole." The scoundrel choked quite a bit, and only Xiaotao's cup of fruit wine helped him swallow it.

The chef tidied up Chihiro's remaining belongings and put them in the refrigerator, then detached her head from the skeleton and held it in his arms.

Chihiro's head was completely separated from her body, leaving her without support. She asked the bastard, "What are you going to do with me? Put me in your cabin?"

"Do you want to end up like Rin?" the bastard said with a wicked grin, a toothpick dangling from

his mouth. "Get lost!" Chihiro glared at him irritably.

...

A disheveled man, carrying a refrigerator in one hand and a woman's head in the other.

A head, a person, chatting and laughing, disappeared into the darkness...

(IX)

Late at night, on the bridge, a fat man gnawing on a pig's trotter and a chef with a toothpick in his mouth.

The fat man asked, "Is everything ready?"

The cook replied, "Yes!" The fat man asked

, "Is everything taken up?" The cook replied, "Yes!" The fat man asked, "Is everything brought? " The cook replied, "Yes!" The fat man asked, "Has everything been sent away?" The cook replied, "Yes!" The fat man said, "Then let's begin!" The cook thought for a moment and said, "Yes!" (X) Postscript The fat man's boastful words at the banquet did not come true. Due to the betrayal of a traitor, they were ambushed. To cover his brothers, the fat man died in battle, completely dead, leaving not even ashes behind. The cook escaped with the fat man's son and a dozen or so brothers. Everyone else died in battle, including the traitor, who ultimately died to cover the cook's death. Perhaps some survived... Hoshino Momo never appeared from beginning to end, and the dozens of heads left over were nowhere to be found. Later, the fat man's son became emperor, and he fulfilled the fat man's promise. The cook remained a cook. Later, rumors spread that the cook's house contained many human heads, and that a little girl with a naked bottom would always run around carrying them. Everyone said the cook used people to cook, so they called him "The Human Cook." [The End]

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