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Chapter 8 - Human III

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I wanted Alice to die from gluttony. That was the plan.

But instead, I ended up eating both goddamn steaks.

She only took two bites before smiling sweetly and sliding her plate toward me. Me—the Demon King of Hell, devourer of souls—reduced to scarfing down four pounds of cow like a desperate man at a buffet.

Fucking hell.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My gut was a bloated graveyard of beef. Alice, meanwhile, yawned and casually plopped onto the couch for a nap.

I was supposed to smother her with a pillow while she slept. That was the plan.

But now?

Now I couldn’t even stand without risking a volcanic eruption from both ends.

She outwitted me again—unintentionally, of course, which made it worse.

“Shit!” I growled, flipping the table over and slamming my fist into the wall.

I paced. Then I banged my head against the wall like a lunatic. Maybe if I rattled my brain hard enough, I could knock the stupidity out of myself.

Instead, I just burped… then farted.

Fuck.

Another one escaped
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