Chapter 147: As Planned
"Here's a perfectly grilled steak."
"W-Wow...!!"
The kitchen buzzed with even more serious gourmet delights. They sliced a massive hunk of meat—big enough for two palms side by side—right in front of her eyes, diagonally, and the color was otherworldly. Back in the industrial complex, eating meat at all had been a luxury, and even then, she'd never touched anything this high-quality. Probably not even the gang bosses had. Sure, if they could go out, they might snag some premium beef, but since they couldn't, factory-cultured stuff was a blessing if you got it.
But here...!
The meat's practically glowing...!
The aroma, the plating, the flavor—everything was flawless, no deductions possible. She couldn't stop reaching for more.
"Ah, aaang..."
She stabbed a piece of steak with her fork, dipped it deep, and popped it into her mouth like she was entranced.
"Hngub?!!"
The impossibly tender meat stimulated her tear glands, and the juices bursting in her mouth introduced her to the umami she'd lived without all this time. It was like stress exploding in her mouth with a pop!
H-How can it taste like this...!!
Her face melted in ecstasy as she chewed away, jaws working furiously. Before long, the villa's chefs had gathered around Danto.
"Who's this?"
"Someone the chief secretary picked up. The young master said to just let her eat in the kitchen since she devours everything..."
"Ah..."
The chefs nodded as they watched her inhale three portions of steak, tears streaming down her face. Forget the taste—she just ate like a champ. Born a big eater, no doubt.
"Hey, but isn't this a bit undercooked?"
"Eh? You think so?"
"It's not evenly done. The cross-section needs to be uniformly cooked—no gray layers showing."
"I'll redo it."
"You're still in training, so use the machine for now. Modern gear handles these techniques anyway."
"Got it."
Danto shoved the last bits of steak into her mouth happily, ears perking up.
This... is a failure??
Unbelievable. The best food she'd ever tasted in her life, and it was a flop? What kind of gourmet wonders were waiting ahead...?
Wait!! What the hell am I doing???
She snapped out of her happy fantasy. It wasn't the steak finishing that hit her—it was realizing she was living off meat alone like some animal. How could she be so chill knowing she was being treated like a pet!
I... I left the industrial complex to become a free person... But this is no different!! Food doesn't matter!
She'd escaped Namdong Industrial Complex only to end up trapped on an island. No time for whining, yet here she was, hypnotized by good eats, grinning like an idiot. Danto felt pathetic.
Swoosh. Perk?
Another plate appeared before her mid-epiphany. The intense aroma and obvious gourmet appeal blew her thoughts away in an instant.
"Premium Hanwoo tenderloin steak with truffle puree. The Hanwoo was aged at low temperature for maximum tenderness, seared quickly over charcoal for smoky flavor. The truffle puree uses fresh black truffles... (abridged)... The seasonal vegetables are lightly grilled to bring out their natural sweetness and umami."
"Eh, eeeh?!"
She had no clue what any of that meant. But it looked insanely delicious.
"Thinly sliced abalone carpaccio with yuzu dressing. The abalone's mild flavor pairs with yuzu's citrus tang... (abridged)... Finished with herbs for aroma and color."
"Duck roast marinated 48 hours in special sauce—juicy inside, crispy outside. A reinterpretation of Beijing duck... (abridged)... Custom pancakes and fruit sauce elevate the duck's richness."
Danto devoured the dishes mindlessly. Each one was lethally good.
T-This is too delicious...!
Whatever came out, she inhaled first, thoughts later. Right now, restoring her abused taste buds was priority one.
"Wow. She really packs it away."
Soon the chefs got excited too, bringing out random stuff. They'd missed reactions like this—not polite nods, but wild awe and devouring frenzy.
But she kinda looks like a cat.
They held back from saying it to her face, but she was adorable. Wanted to pet her head.
…
"Hek... no more... can't eat another bite..."
Even big eaters have limits. Danto rubbed her bulging belly and called it quits. Then she reflected on her life again.
Th-This kind of life... might not be so bad...
She startled herself with the thought.
No! What am I saying!! A beastly life like this is fine?? Humans need autonomy, higher pursuits—
Swoosh. Perk?
"Night tiramisu. For dessert."
"...!!"
Another dish appeared. She scooped a bite.
Mmm—
Pr-Pretty good... this life...
After stuffing herself silly, including dessert, some secretary dragged her on a forced walk. Felt like real cat treatment, but her resentment had faded a lot.
This isn't just an island—it's artificial? And Incheon-sized, privately owned??
Over the past two days of "education" from Sua, she'd learned about Gomuyeol, but hadn't grasped his power until now. Normal folks outside the deep end rarely did. How Goryeo Group chaebols toyed with countless lives. Most couldn't even fathom it.
Danto was the same. This walking secretary filled the gaps, and through their chat, she learned tons.
For real... might not be so bad...?
Post-walk, she headed to the bathroom—also forced. Her heavy body was sweaty from the stroll anyway; she'd have showered regardless.
"Eh."
The bathroom scene shattered her expectations. The huge mansion meant a huge bath, sure, but it was packed with people. And weird machines she'd never seen.
"Now, we'll get Danto completely clean."
""Yes."""
A dozen women answered in perfect sync, no hesitation. Danto shrank a bit.
Wh-What’s with this overkill for a bath...??
Not like she was competing or anything. Then the nearby secretary started stripping her, and the women swarmed.
"Wak, waaak?!"
In seconds, she was buck-naked and tossed into the tub. Even there, they mobbed her, hands everywhere.
"Hiiik??!"
Bathing here was leagues beyond anything she'd known.
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Celebrating the successful Namdong Industrial Complex land buy with a private party. Sua did the heavy lifting, but the win's mine, so plenty of reason to enjoy.
Chief Secretary Sua, security head Kwon Dam-bi, ops head Jin Ji-hye shook their bodies in awkward stripteases, while strategy head Ra Seung-hee slipped between my legs on the bed, inspecting my cock.
When the girls hiked up their tops to flash underboobs and my dick hardened, she'd suck it to max size. Then measure length and girth with her tape.
One of my old tasks for her: keep measuring and reporting as it grows...
"Mm."
Seung-hee tilted her head at the numbers.
"What."
"It... still feels like wishful thinking..."
"..."
What. It wasn't growing?
Definitely felt bigger.
"You measure wrong?"
"..."
She stayed silent. Thought I was delusional, probably.
"Tch. Switch with Sua."
"Yes."
Seung-hee pulled back, swapping with Sua. The dancing Sua approached, slowly stripping her top. Her massive tits that grabbed my eyes from day one jiggled free, nipples out.
"Reporting for duty, Master~."
Today's star, huh. Hottest by far.