"We're so fucked…" someone muttered next to me, their voice a mix of shock and fear resigned to the grim reality before us.
Above us loomed a creature so massive that it seemed to fill the entire sky. Its presence blotted out the sun, casting a dark, suffocating shadow over everything. In that moment, all hope vanished. Humanity stood on the brink of extinction.
Yet despite the horror unfolding before us, not a single sound was made. No one moved. The sheer pressure radiating from the beast froze us in place, as if the world itself had stopped.
"..."
As we all stood frozen, the monster remained motionless in the sky, as if it were quietly observing us. And yet, for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that its gaze was fixed directly on me.
Maybe it was narcissistic to think that, but compared to the people of this world, I was different, one of a kind.
After all, I was a transmigrator, and with that came an ability unlike anything anyone else possessed.
Any creature that had a strong sense of smell and had a sweet tooth was automatically attracted to me.
I suppose the monster was no exception. It looked at me like I was a snack it had saved just for itself, something it intended to devour with zero restraint.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, the creature finally began to move. I still couldn't fully make out what it was, but as it drew closer, its form took shape as an eldritch horror, its body drenched in writhing black ooze.
What approached me was death itself. Its tentacles, each as massive as a skyscraper, reached out toward me, and my heart pounded harder than it ever had in my life.
With something that massive, practically the size of the world, how much control could it possibly have over its strength? Even a simple tap could reduce me to nothing more than a pile of mush.
As the tentacle closed in, I felt the air around me shift, the wind grew violent, and everything nearby began to tremble. Buildings creaked under the pressure, teetering on the edge of collapse.
Even if I wanted to run, it wouldn't matter. What I was facing was inevitable. No matter how desperately I willed myself to move, every cell in my body was paralyzed with fear.
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"..."
I woke up drenched in cold sweat, my body tense. The terrifying scene from my dream clung to me, and it had felt so vivid, so real.
Was it really just a dream? Then why did it feel so lucid? Even now, my heart was racing like I hadn't fully escaped from that nightmare.
"???"
Still disoriented, it took me a moment to register what was happening. A stranger, a woman I'd never seen before, was sleeping on top of me, completely naked. And just like her, I wasn't wearing anything either.
As I stared at her, she unconsciously licked my chest in her sleep. Under normal circumstances, I probably would've been aroused, but instead, an overwhelming sense of fear gripped me.
That unsettling feeling didn't last long before realization hit me, and I recognized who she was.
Why? That was the only word echoing in my mind as I looked at her. What was her motive? What would happen once she woke up?
It was the first time I'd ever felt both fear and arousal at once. Despite knowing how terrifying her true form was, I couldn't deny that her humanoid appearance was the most breathtaking I'd ever seen.
With her lying naked on top of me, I couldn't help but see and feel her figure. She had long, flowing black hair, and, standing at about 6'1", she was just a head shorter than I. For a woman, her build was striking, elegant like a living sculpture. She looked flawless… almost too perfect.
Shit!!!
Despite the fear, I couldn't stop my body from reacting. The heat between us, her skin against mine, it was too much. I could feel my third limb rising, trapped between her crotch, my body betraying the fear still simmering beneath the surface.
And then it hit me, a sudden, chilling premonition. This monster was waking up.
"..."
The moment she woke up, the sheer presence she gave off was enough to paralyze me.
She slowly rose and locked eyes with me, her gaze intense and unblinking. Like her hair and her true form, her eyes were pitch black, as deep and endless as the abyss itself.
As we stared at each other in silence, I felt like my soul was being drawn into hers. Her oppressive gaze didn't just pierce me. It stripped me bare. In that moment, it felt like she knew everything about me… every secret, every thought, every fear.
"Food."
That single word sent a new wave of fear crashing over me as she leaned in closer. Was she really going to eat me alive?
My vision began to blur, the edges going dark. For the first time in my life, I was about to faint from sheer terror.
But just before I lost consciousness, something unexpected happened.
A strange sensation filled my mouth. Instead of devouring me, the creature kissed me deeply, hungrily. Her lips pressed against mine with a desperate intensity, not of hunger for flesh, but of something else entirely.
The oppressive aura she had radiated moments ago began to fade, and with it, the fear that had gripped me so tightly vanished. Any trace of hostility I'd imagined was gone.
In its place, an intense, consuming heat took over, a sensation that filled me completely, leaving no room for anything else.
Her saliva carried a surprisingly sweet taste, reminiscent of honey. It caught me off guard. I knew this wasn't normal, not by any stretch, but given that she was a monster capable of changing her form at will, it wouldn't be surprising if she'd made it taste that way on purpose.
Our eyes met once more, and this time, the abyssal void in her gaze had softened. Now, it held something else longing. It was as if she had found something or someone she cherished.
Soon, before long, as the kiss deepened, I realized my breath was quickly running out. She seemed utterly lost in the moment, savoring the taste of my mouth like it was all she'd ever wanted.
And she wasn't stopping. Unless I forced her to, there was no escape.
She was more perceptive than I'd given her credit for. Sensing the state I was in, she paused just for a moment before finally pulling away.
"Ha… Ha…"
I gasped for air, filling my lungs with much-needed breath. But she didn't wait long. Impatient, she dove back in, starting a second round.
Then came a third. And a fourth.
Despite how long we'd been going, neither of us seemed to tire. If anything, the further we went, the more intense it became. The pleasure didn't fade. It only grew, feeding off itself like an endless flame.
"Make me food."
After the fifth round, she finally pulled away from our intense make-out session and made her demand, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Is this how women feel when their partner uses them for self-satisfaction and then casually asks them to do the cooking?
Either way, it was starting to make sense now. Either way, it was starting to make sense now. Maybe this was the reason she'd taken me in the first place.
"Do you have any preferences… or ingredients?" I asked cautiously. She seemed harmless for now, but I knew better than to let my guard down. Until I fully understood what she was, it was safer to stay reserved.
The last thing I needed was to get tortured over a simple misunderstanding.
She simply shook her head, impatiently, clearly wanting me to get on with it.
Taking the hint, I reached down, grabbed a nearby rock, and transformed it into a ball of standard chocolate.
When I transmigrated into this world, I gained an ability like Majin Buu's, which allowed me to turn anything into candy.
What made this ability truly powerful was its hidden effect. Anyone who ate the candy I created would have their life force enhanced.
I tested it on myself first, and once I realized what it could do, I knew I had to keep it a secret. If word ever got out, I'd be hunted down by anyone seeking power or immortality.
But I guess that doesn't matter anymore. Not now, now that I'm in the custody of this monster.
As I finished crafting the ball of chocolate, the monster snatched it from my hand and took a bite. A look of pure bliss spread across her face, and in the next moment, she devoured the rest in a single gulp.
"More," she demanded.
"…"
"That's… not possible," I said nervously, unable to meet her eyes. As much as I wanted to avoid upsetting her, I had to be honest.
"I can only do it once a day."
Due to the power of this ability, there is a restriction: one use per day, and even then, only within a specific size limit.
When she realized I couldn't make any more, disappointment flickered across her face. But instead of getting angry, she shifted tactics. Her gaze dropped to my lips, and she licked hers slowly, as if deciding on an acceptable substitute.
So… this is my life now.