I Became a Glutton (1)
Whoa. What the hell. What is this? How much do I have to eat before my stomach stops growling?
I've already polished off four bowls of egg porridge. I told them to bring the whole pot, and they did—enough for three Ushabti to eat all day, nine servings, but since I eat a lot, they made a generous ten or twelve. I saw them crack more than ten eggs. The pot was nearly full, bubbling like lava. And yet, no matter how much I shove in, it keeps going down. I'm still hungry even while eating. Crazy! One spoon won't cut it. Gimme the ladle. Whole thing. I'm not eating porridge anymore—I'm drinking it.
Sechem gestured with her hand.
"Ushabti. Go make everything that can be made with eggs. The more abundant, the better."
"Ushabti."
Yeah, that's what I was thinking, but I was too busy stuffing my face to say it. Eating comes before talking. If I could talk while eating, that'd be great, but no dice. Gotta eat.
As I scooped furiously, the pot suddenly hit bottom. For real—this was the big pot. The one you use for making curry or jjajangmyeon when you're serious. Twenty centimeters tall, forty wide. The biggest one at home. And I inhaled almost a full pot in one go. How the hell did all that fit in my stomach? Fucking amazing. But even more amazing? I need to eat more.
I'm not exactly hungry. But there's this feeling like 'my body needs this,' and every ladleful clings perfectly to my mouth. I can't stop. Food. Anything?! Right, snacks. Snacks, damn it. Only a few bags left!
"Just a moment, my lord."
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Whoa, insane. Sechem. This is nuts."
The second it hits my stomach, it's all absorbed. Ah. Bathroom.
"Hold up. Gotta hit the john."
"Of course, my lord. You there, Ushabti. Clean the house."
Another Ushabti crouched, awaiting orders. At her words, it starts scurrying around, cleaning and tending the farm.
"What are you, anyway? Why do the Ushabti listen to you?"
"I also serve as chief steward."
"Oh, gotcha."
Smart one. Bathroom door shut, pants off, plop on the throne. While doing my business, I asked,
"How long till this kicks in?"
"A short wait, and you'll recover swiftly."
"Muscles too, right? My body's still the same."
"Your body will improve gradually as well."
"Oh, gotcha."
Glug glug. Flush.
"My lord. A question."
Sechem asked from outside the door.
"Yeah, what?"
Nnngh.
"How many women does my lord currently keep? What sort are they?"
"Uh... two sleeping in the bedroom right now."
"Hoo. Fewer than expected. I thought perhaps twenty."
"...Can't handle twenty."
"But now you can."
"Hope so..."
...My dick's hard.
...Why? Didn't do anything. Just shitting. No dirty thoughts.
Eh? Oh. Ooh.
"...It's working."
Fucking hell. Rock hard, fully recharged. That ache in my lower gut? Gone. Energy surging through me. Shit. Oh... totally doable!
"How should I treat my lord's women?"
"Huh?"
"Are the women slaves? Or—"
Aah.
"Not slaves. They're, y'know, wives of the god. I made 'em God's Wives."
"Ah. Then they are ladies I must serve. I shall do so with utmost care."
"Yeah, that'd be... wait. Sechem."
"Yes, my lord."
"...What's your rank? I get you're above slaves. Like, among my followers, who do you look after?"
"I rank quite high. I heed no slaves or commoners. Only my lord's designated followers—the priestesses—do I tend."
"Hoo. Got it... nnngh. Hey, not outside the door?"
"Of course. I'll wait by the farm. And, my lord, if I may..."
"Yeah?"
"A room of my own would be nice."
......Chief steward wants special treatment? Fine. With her skills, a room's fair. She'll help a ton going forward. Plus, with women? Births, childcare, that stuff.
"Fine. Two bedrooms by the Fountain of Life. Pick one. That's yours."
"My deepest thanks, my lord."
Then, silence. She's a snake.
Ugh, but damn. Feels like everything I ate just poured right out. Completely. Body absorbed it all in a flash, waste just gushing out.
Ahh... refreshing. Emptied out nice.
Dick's stiff, kinda uncomfortable, but fuck. I'm thrilled. Wanna head to the bedroom, test it on the sleeping girls, but first.
"Phew. Smells good."
Ushabti made egg steamed buns, egg soup, rolled omelets, fried eggs, egg bibimbap? Everything egg-based, piled on the sofa table. Steam rising.
I gotta eat all that. Plop on the sofa, scooping with a spoon. Snake statue by the balcony. Stone again.
"Sechem."
Eyes snap open, scales gleaming. Slithers over, bows.
"Yes, my lord."
"But in the bathroom, shitting out the egg porridge—it felt like it all came out unchanged. Normal?"
"Your body adapts to divine power. Your vital parts were sorely depleted, so it recovers them. Today, you'll visit the bathroom often as it absorbs energy swiftly, but after a day, you'll eat only as needed."
"Oh, gotcha."
Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp. Eggs never clung this good to my mouth. Emptied one plate, next. Looks like they used a hundred eggs? Sand plate's empty. Gotta recharge it.
Coins... 217 left. Ha... down from 1777. Damn. Builder level later. Gotta hit Gache-dong shopping street, but can't get up. Gotta eat.
Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp.
"Sechem."
"Yes, my lord."
"How was the last pharaoh?"
"How do you mean?"
"What kinda guy? How many women? What'd he do?"
"Ah, curious of your past life. Regrettably, I recall only your health, my sole concern. I know only that you achieved much."
"Hmm, yeah?"
"Yes. In those days, my lord had a magnificent body and kept many women."
"Hmmm."
Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp. Feels possible now. My body's not just recovering—could bang women endlessly right now. Downed like thirty eggs already. Slight charge... hmm. This'll absorb fast too? Gotta eat again soon. But okay for now.
Up from sofa, paid maintenance for Sechem, Ushabti, etc. Ninety coins. Damn. Could drop the drinking fountain? Girls loved the endless water, so kept it. Burned 180 from 217. Told Ushabti clear the hundred eggs, spent 10 coins for another hundred. And another! Gonna eat it all.
Sat back, shoveled eggs. Seven coins left. From 1777! But well spent. No recharge for days, one Ushabti permanent now. Good, good.
Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp. Goes down like crazy.
Suddenly stood.
"Bathroom."
"Of course, my lord. May I inspect my room?"
"Yeah. Call if needed. Free time. Direct Ushabti as you like."
"Thank you, my lord."
Swish, off she goes. During my meal, Ushabti refilled the toilet tank. Two's perfect. Kitchen making more eggs, one clearing plates and washing. Synced perfectly. Excellent. The best. Gotta eat more.
Didn't achieve my goal. What goal? Somno-fucking the deeply sleeping girls, bodies wide open and defenseless. Really wanted to. But had to eat.
FYI, I ate all hundred eggs. Remaining egg dishes arrayed gorgeously on the table—gonna eat those too.
Wanting pussy vs. gotta eat battling in my head. Eating won; couldn't leave the eggs. Better after a day? Hope so.
Anyway, girls woke, looking great. They don't know about my new tattoos. Long-sleeve shirt.
"Ahh... refreshing. My lord, sleep well? Wow, eggs."
Yeonsu came out beaming. Hyeyoon stretched, fresh smile, sat at table.
"Looks tasty. Thanks, Ushabti."
"Ushabti."
Ushabti in kitchen still cooking eggs, waves. It's a stone worker. Not for bonding. But girls are girls. Name cars, decorate tablets and laptops. Not all, but plenty do. Always amazed me. Why name things? No need to say. Girls doing cute shit. 'Cause it is cute?
Chomping away, thinking that, I said,
"Got someone to introduce."
"Hm?"
"Mm?"
Girls look up.
"Sechem. Come here."
"Yes, my god."
Door opens. Girls jolt. Didn't expect outsiders. Especially a tongue-flicking snake.
"Eep."
"Hiiik!"
Spit food, recoil. Fine. I did too. Laughed, pointed at Sechem.
"This is my personal physician and chief steward. She'll manage Ushabti and our health from now on."
"Y-yes?!"
"S-snake! A snake wearing clothes!"
Sechem bowed politely to the girls, flipped her hand gracefully.
"Greetings to the wives of the god. I am Sechem Yaret. I shall oversee your health, ensure healthy pregnancies and births."
"...Huh?"
Girls froze, eyes wide, glancing between Sechem and me. I shrugged, chewing eggs.
"Looks scary, but she's good."
"Ah..."
Girls just blinked.