Chapter #6Kimihito the Girl-Eater by: Lediblock   Kimihito Kurusu was, by all accounts, a completely normal person - his childhood and teenage years had been perfectly uneventful (save for a brief edgy phase that he did his best to think about as little as possible), and he owned a medium-sized house given to him by his parents as they enjoyed retirement, working a perfectly average job as a cook in a local cafe. In terms of appearance, he was quite normal-looking, but still fairly attractive, with a head of black hair, soft brown eyes, and a kind welcoming face. His figure was a rather average six feet tall with a decent amount of muscle on him, and his wardrobe was simple shirts and pants, nothing too fancy. He was a perfectly pleasant person to talk to, always kind and willing to lend an ear to people for them to talk about their problems, but he didn't go out of his way to be actively social. He was content with his lot in life and the friends he had, and he had a job that he enjoyed. The only really noteworthy thing about the guy that most people ever noticed was his metabolism - every once in a while, he would abruptly pack on the pounds, his clothes straining to fit him until he managed to work off the weight in a frenzy of intense physical activity. But beyond that, there really wasn't anything particularly extraordinary about Mr. Kurusu, and that was exactly how he liked it.
Of course, what nobody else knew about the raven-haired young man was how he suddenly jumped up in weight.
Lurking beneath Kimihito's charming personality was the cunning mind of a predator, and a particularly gluttonous one at that. While he could keep his appetite under control for the most part, there would come a time every couple of months or so that the charming predator slipped out into the night, prowling the streets of his city for a very specific kind of prey - human women. Years' worth of experience allowed him to charm and seduce with barely any effort at all, easily leading even the coldest of hearts to share a bed with him... and once he had his prey alone, he struck like a serpent, rapidly gulping down his victims whole to digest away into fat on his thighs. Rich or poor, big or small, the background of Kurusu's prey mattered little to him - there was simply nothing on the planet that could hope to compare to the fine flavor of the fairer sex, of savoring their struggles within his gut as they desperately pleaded to be released or even put up a futile struggle to escape their digestive tomb even as the life left their curvy forms and their bodies became nothing more than more of him. His hunger left no trace behind of his hapless prey, their belongings discreetly disposed of and the fat that they left behind quickly being worked off - much as he would have loved to indulge in becoming truly huge and gluttonous, he had an image to maintain and he was an absolute master at keeping up that image. And so he was content to exist, quietly indulging his dark desires in secret without anybody being the wiser...
...And then a tall leggy lady clad in a business suit and dark glasses showed up at his door with several pieces of paperwork; a voluptuous red-haired young woman clutched a suitcase in her hands and stood shyly behind her, with snake-like pupils and smooth red scales along her cheeks, over her pointed ears, and covering the 20-foot-long serpent's tail that she had in the place of her legs. From the sounds of it, the woman, who went by the name of Ms. Smith, was looking for volunteers to take part in an exchange program for the recently-made public liminal species, and he had been found to be an ideal candidate for the position. Kimihito had taken quite an interest in the reveal of these extraspecies races when their existence was first revealed to the world, curious about the taste of their women... but having a lovely Lamia woman literally brought to his doorstep, and the opportunity to have even more homestays brought in to form a literal larder of gorgeous exotic treats, all paid for by the government?
The young man hardly could have signed the necessary paperwork faster; and just like that, he became the official homestay of Miia the Lamia, with his home being rapidly modified to better accommodate his guest.
Now, Kurusu may have been a gluttonous cannibal who got his rocks off to feeling women expire in his burning furnace of a belly, but he certainly wasn't rude - the next few weeks were spent simply getting to know his guest and making sure that she felt at home. If the serpent woman vanished just a few days after she had arrived at his home, trouble would be soon to follow and the facade that Kimihito had spent years building up would be gone in an instant... not to mention avoiding making any potentially dangerous mistakes as he learned about Lamia anatomy and culture, all the better to use in future hunts. Besides, the red-haired serpent was admittedly quite the lovely girl, soon opening up to her human host and relaxing completely around him even as she readily put on quite a bit of weight from indulging as frequently in his cooking as she possibly could.
It became apparent in what felt like no time at all that she was developing feelings for him, thanks in no small part to Kimihito's charm both learned and natural... although even he was surprised when she jumped from just blushing and looking away whenever she met his eyes to using him as a heat source in the cool mornings. Of course, all that meant was that Miia wouldn't realize that he intended to eat her until it was far too late... but there was also the option of Ms. Smith herself. The woman was a slacker to the extreme, likely a result of the sheer scale of her job pushing her to her limits, and she gleefully mooched off of others as much as she could. However, what little work she actually did, she did very well, far too well for her slacking nature to be genuine. There was more to Smith than met the eye, almost like Kimihito himself, and he hadn't been this successful at what he did by not being very careful about his methods. Buttering her up with offerings of coffee and his cooking (And discreetly hacking into her emails) yielded quite the treasure trove of information on the exchange program itself - he filed away Smith's many ignored suggestions for improving potential problems with the organization's current state as well as the legal framework, but her idea for an all-liminal defense team particularly held his attention. Regardless, though, the young man slipped into playing the long game, occasionally flirting with Smith and with Miia and further spoiling them both with food as he decided on a course of action...
And all the while, his hunger for feminine flesh was slowly growing once again.
Ultimately, things would come to a head...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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