Tongue

"La la la, my lovely little tongue, my beautiful little tongue."

A small house, dining room, square table.

Candles, knife and fork, dinner plate.

Gustav had deliberately stripped naked, enjoying this hard-won feast in the most primitive state possible.

"Time to eat!"

Unlike before, when he would put an entire tongue into his mouth,

this special tongue had to be sliced and savored slowly.

As a Tongue Tasting Expert, Gustav could tell that this tongue possessed an exceptionally rich Content Volume. Swallowing it whole would be far too wasteful.

He carefully cut off a slice, then lifted it into his mouth with a fork.

Before he had even bitten down,

before he had even licked it,

before he had done anything but place it in his mouth,

Buzz!

His body convulsed wildly. The next moment, he was flung backward, smashing heavily into the wall. Even after landing, he continued twitching.

It took Gustav a full five minutes to slowly crawl back up. He panted as though he had just fought someone.

Yet his eyes were filled with hunger for food. He had never tasted a tongue like this before.

Outside, on the street.

Luo Di, wearing size-forty-five leather shoes beneath a pitch-black trench coat, found the place.

That was right. Gustav was the ideal person to accompany him to the Jiang Residence. With tongues as the reward, he would most likely agree.

But Luo Di had barely crossed the road when he heard a series of impacts coming from inside the house. He could even hear strange cries, sounding both like agonized screams and strangely pleasurable moans.

"Does Gustav have that kind of fetish?"

Luo Di deliberately softened his footsteps and gradually approached.

His tentacles picked the lock. He pulled open a crack in the door barely wide enough