Cold. It was freezing. And it smelled like absolute sh*t! In the dim, cramped kitchen, The thick scent of blood and the stench of decay merged, aggressively violating his nostrils. A faucet was dripping, and dark red clots and bone fragments remained on the counter.
Leo sat in a chair, Solemnly pondering what exactly had happened. The good news: he wasn't the cook here, so he shouldn't have to endure the stench for long. The bad news: judging by how tightly he was bound, it seemed he... was the ingredient.
Thud! Crack— The sound of bones snapping echoed in his ears, like something sharp and heavy was rhythmically separating life from death, flesh from bone. Leo shuddered! Wait, this isn't right! I should be at home, secretly playing Valorant behind my friends' backs! The air conditioning, the WiFi, the watermelon, and the game loading on the screen. But in the blink of an eye, Everything had changed!
However, based on the birthmark on his hand and the familiar sting of the single pimple on his chin, He had traveled here body and soul; it wasn't a soul-transmigration like in the novels. "Could it be that my 'exceptional talent' was exposed, and some perverted billionaire wants to slice it off to soak in medicinal wine?!"
Crack—! Another piercing, terrifying sound of bone splitting. Tied to the chair and unable to turn his head, he could only see a massive shadow on the floor, raising a blade and letting it fall repeatedly. From the shadow, it seemed many butchered cuts were hanging around the figure. Leo increasingly felt they looked like human thighs and ribcages. "Playing a game of Valorant shouldn't be a death sentence! Are the 'senior' players this hardcore now?" "I'm a veteran player too, I'm one of you!"
Splat, splat... Steaming, dark-red blood suddenly splashed onto the tiled floor, making a wet, sticky sound before slowly trickling into the drain in the center. His bare feet were instantly soaked in black blood. This kind of kitchen—one that clearly knew how to "process humans"—was not a scene that belonged in his life. "This... this is a dream, right?" He still couldn't accept reality. "Sigh, I'm just scaring myself~" He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again— Still there?!
But this time, the sound of breaking bones stopped. The footsteps told Leo that the person butchering the meat seemed to have left. Without the chopping, smaller, strange sounds began to emerge. "Mmm~ nhh~ mmm~" Why was there moaning?
Following the sound, he saw a voluptuous woman in the shadows, bound by iron chains. She wore a black leather hood that revealed only her eyes and her soft, pink lips. Her eyes were tightly shut; she seemed to be in a stupor. But what caught Leo's attention most was her body—it was terrifyingly hot! The long, straight black hair hanging from the hood, the white tank top struggling to contain her massive, "evil" breasts, the black miniskirt, and the tight, seductive over-the-knee stockings on her beautiful legs... "Is this girl cosplaying Tifa?!" How could a body like this actually exist in reality?
However, seeing the woman wrapped in chains, moaning with her eyes closed, Leo couldn't help but wonder if this lady had some... very specific hobbies. Never mind, this place is creepy. I need to find a way to escape first. Just then, Scrape—shhh— The ear-grating sound of blades sharpening broke the silence. The giant silhouette entered the kitchen again. A sharp, raspy female voice emerged from that mountain-like body: "An otherworldly witch... truly a rare sight. She almost killed me yesterday. Today, I shall prepare her properly~"
The iron spike and boning knife in the giant's hands rubbed together, the cold glint making his scalp tingle. "As for this delicious little boy who suddenly appeared..." The massive Meat-Mountain stood at the kitchen door, pondering. There was a hint of regret in her tone. "Besides being incredibly cute, there's nothing special about him. Not much meat. I'll just grind him into mincemeat. Can't let it go to waste."
With that, the faint click of a plug entering a socket sounded in the silence, followed by the noisy roar of a machine. Before Leo could react, the female chef, as fat as a mountain, had moved from the doorway to stand right in front of him. "I have to give you a shot of paralytic first, little cutie. Then I'll feed you into the grinder feet-first. After all, the longer you stay alive, the better the quality of the meat~"
On the floor, the boy's small shadow was completely swallowed by the Meat-Mountain woman's looming silhouette. The chef stood under the light. Leo couldn't see her features clearly, only the multiple layers of sagging double chins and a massive belly bursting out of her chef's uniform. The fat on her face squeezed her eyes into slits, but a terrifying, predatory light gleamed from those cracks. "You're such a handsome little puppy, it's really a shame. Why don't you let Auntie... first~" She let out a grotesque cackle.
Leo wanted to scream insults at her! But then, he saw the fat Meat-Mountain reach into the sink—and slowly pull out a steel wool scrubber used for washing dishes. The scrubber, soaked in soapy bubbles, dripped water through her thick, greasy fingers.
Holy sh*t! Why are you so practiced at grabbing a "Rich Lady's Joy Ball"?! Why are you still rubbing it?! Fear and rage peaked instantly. Being raped before being murdered was too humiliating! Playing Valorant does NOT warrant this! No! I have to escape! He struggled desperately, twisting his body like a worm.
Seeing the "little puppy" struggling, the Meat-Mountain woman sighed. "Don't be in such a hurry, little cutie. I'm going to turn you into premium stuffing. I'm a person of taste, not a barbaric butcher." Then, she reached out and turned on a surprisingly elegant, gold-trimmed gramophone in the kitchen. Melodious, classical music slowly filled the room. "Only by infusing the soul into the dish can it be called true art. Without respecting the rules and the ingredients, it's nothing but slaughter!" As she spoke, a look of religious devotion and madness appeared in her eyes. "I will make you happy, believe me."
She prided herself on being a "decent" person. In this treacherous, mad world, perhaps only she truly knew how to "treat" each guest according to their worth. "Disgusting... pervert!" The moaning Tifa cosplayer had woken up at some point and spat at the fat woman's back. The Meat-Mountain instantly flared with rage!
As her mountain-like body shifted, the blocked light leaked through, allowing Leo to finally see her face clearly. It was a round, bloated, rotten face covered in pustules. White pus occasionally oozed from the sores, trickling down her meat-ball cheeks onto her uniform, mixing with grease and bloodstains. The Meat-Mountain, insulted by Tifa, spun her heavy body with surprising agility! She snatched the black leather hood off the Tifa cosplayer's head.
A green leaf makes a red flower stand out. The moment the woman's true face was revealed, Leo, who was about to scream for help, froze. Through the gaps in the rolls of fat under the chef's arm, he saw a face so perfect it was surreal. Holy f*ck, it's actually Tifa?! Despite his struggle, he briefly forgot he was in mortal danger. My God... the Goddess of Jerusalem!
The next second, the Meat-Mountain woman didn't get angry; she sneered and picked up a pair of blood-stained scissors, slowly hooking them under the Tifa cosplayer's white tank top... At this moment, the exquisite beauty, looking like a high-end 3D game model, looked humiliated. Yet, she could only watch as the scissors slowly cut the fabric from the bottom up. As the woman moved, her soft, rounded breasts were mostly revealed, trembling slightly like jelly with every breath she took.
This scene perfectly recreated that Tifa meme Leo had seen online. Yes, the one where the white tank top never seems to finish being cut! "Just kill me and get it over with! Even if you torture me to death, I will never give you the satisfaction of a reaction!" Tifa became agitated, making her "southern hemisphere" bounce even more violently... "We women of Avalanche aren't afraid of this! Tui!" After speaking, Tifa gritted her teeth and spat in the fat woman's face again.
Leo was a bit surprised. In the "educational materials" of the 3D-Adult zone, he had only seen Tifa being submissive and naked. This fierce reaction was a first. Yes, he didn't know Tifa from the games. Final Fantasy? What's that? Moreover, if he were the one facing Tifa's reaction right now... Unfortunately, this Meat-Mountain was a woman; she had no idea how to enjoy this! It was a total waste of a goddess!
The Meat-Mountain head chef, spat upon by Tifa, gave a cold laugh. She wasn't angry, but she clearly lost interest in "cooking" her for the moment. "Boring. It's one thing to be pretty, but to have a body this good and not consider the feelings of us 'piggy girls'... selfish brat! A disgrace to women!" The scissors were tossed carelessly onto the floor. Her mountain-like frame blocked almost all the light again. "The little puppy is much easier on the eyes~"
She recalled the fair-skinned, handsome young boy behind her. She turned slowly, her pus-filled fat face flickering in the light, her mouth curling into a malicious grin: "What a little pervert. You were struggling for your life just now, but the moment you saw this woman, you went quiet? Stopped moving?" Seeing the beautiful scenery come to an abrupt halt, Leo frowned immediately. Son of a b*tch! You didn't even finish cutting it! To die without seeing the best part... what a waste, what a total waste! Fine, whatever. I need to focus on untying these ropes. My life is more important.
But just as he felt the knot and sped up his movements, the massive Meat-Mountain approached step by step. The lust and greed on her face pressed down like heavy grease. The stench of rot, blood, and lard grew stronger with every inch she moved; the threat of death became tangible. Leo, who was looking down at the ropes, realized something was wrong— This crazy fat b*tch? He snapped his head up! PUT THE DAMN STEEL WOOL DOWN!!!
Just as the metal scrubber was about to touch him! A cold, mechanical voice exploded deep in his brain: [Detection: Dimensional shift confirmed. ■■■■ Blessing activated...] [Ding! Valkyrie Daily Intelligence System loaded successfully!] [Current Intelligence Weight: Grade E. You can obtain one random E-grade intel and one fixed Erotic Secret daily.] [The falling petals bring a message...]
[White Grade E: Because you have entered the kitchen of this Grand Hotel, you have obtained intelligence— If you can demonstrate extreme sophistication regarding cuisine and discuss the 'philosophy of being human' with the chef, you may earn the appreciation of this mad head chef.]
[The falling petals bring a message...] [Pink Grade E: Because you have come into contact with the 'Otherworldly Witch' Tifa today, you have obtained an Erotic Secret— In order to ensure ingredients are cooked in a state of peak euphoria, the kitchen stocks veterinary-grade aphrodisiacs. These can temporarily neutralize the powerful sedatives in Tifa's body, plunging her into a state of uncontrollable lust.]
Seeing the "Rich Lady's Joy Ball" getting closer under the Meat-Mountain chef's sinister grin, Leo didn't care if the things in his head were real or fake. Since the pink text said it could wake Tifa up, he'd bet everything on it! "Stop! You're ruining the ingredient! If you keep this up, you'll never make the most delicious food!"
The Meat-Mountain chef froze. The steel wool dropped to the floor. She looked at him with curiosity, like a little girl who had found a new toy. "Little one, what did you say?" It's working? He pretended to look thoughtful, his eyes darting around. He noticed a "Best Flavor Guide for Human-Pig Butchering" posted near the counter. It even had charts showing meat quality changes under "Hunger," "Fear," and "Happiness." After seeing it, Leo swallowed hard. He made a judgment and started bluffing through his teeth: "My suggestion is!" The fat woman leaned in seriously, her shadow blocking all light. Leo couldn't see her expression. "Is what?!"
She took the bait! The boy put on an innocent, naive smile and chuckled: "It's just... well... I'm hungry..." Crack, crack— The Meat-Mountain woman clenched her fists.
Before she could flip out, he immediately began his grand lecture. "If the ingredient isn't full and happy, can the meat be fresh and tender?" "You have to know, any animal—including humans—secretes a chemical when they're afraid. It makes their meat taste much worse than usual!" Perhaps charmed by the boy's beauty, the Meat-Mountain woman actually began to think seriously after hearing Leo's claim that "fear makes meat bitter." "That makes sense. Many diners have complained that the food tastes sour and bitter. For the sake of my reputation, I could only let them taste their own flavor to see for themselves~" "And the batches of live pigs I tested before... they were indeed gamey and hard to swallow after being cooked..."
Leo looked around, feeling helpless: No sht. Even when slaughtering a pig, you have to gut it and clean it thoroughly. You're boiling people with their guts and sht still inside, of course it tastes like hell!
The Meat-Mountain woman thought for a moment and looked at Leo. "Then, my little darling! What do you want to eat right now?" Behind the chef, Tifa—with her shirt half-cut—was stunned. Is this guy crazy? What is he talking about?! Wake up!
Leo glanced at the confused Tifa, his mind racing: I have to find a way to make the chef feed Tifa the medicine. The pink intel said the veterinary aphrodisiac can break her sedation. If she really is Tifa, this fat woman is no match for her. It'll wake her up, but she'll be in a state of "uncontrollable lust"? Whatever! I'll gamble!
Tifa saw Leo's burning gaze and became even more confused. Things seemed to be spiraling in a direction she couldn't comprehend... "I want to eat instant noodles! Boiled in plain water! No human meat or blood, otherwise I'll still be scared! The meat stuffing will come out bitter!" The fastest way to get Tifa to swallow the "vet meds" and use the "sophistication" angle was the few packs of instant noodles sitting on the cupboard!
The Meat-Mountain chef was half-convinced. She held her knife against Leo's neck, her oozing face leaning in close as she threatened him syllable by syllable: "Little thing, if you dare to lie to me, I will personally slice you, piece by piece, into the finest mincemeat~" With that, she turned to start the stove and boil water. The cold, blood-stained blade left a shallow red mark on Leo's neck. His heart was hammering against his ribs! She believed it! She actually believed it! Alright then! Today, I'm going to show this fat b*tch what a "pro-level" person of taste looks like! "Your method is wrong!" "Instant noodles! How to eat them~ Today, I'm going to give you a masterclass tutorial!"