Chapter 116

Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 116

Chapter Title: Epilogue - Yoon Se-rin (Warning: Cannibalism in Latter Half)

Floating leisurely on a waterbed in the pool, Yoon Se-rin sucked the last of her drink through the straw and muttered to herself.

"This is the life."

A life of nothing but eating, exercising, and playing around. If this wasn't paradise, then what was?

Yoon Se-rin slipped on her sunglasses against the blazing sunlight and thought to herself.

She'd definitely lucked out with her owner.

After basking lazily in the pool and climbing out, a servant was waiting for her.

"Lady Se-rin."

'Lady Se-rin.' At those words, Yoon Se-rin's body shivered violently before she finally managed to open her mouth.

Of course, the corners of her lips were twitching upward, betraying none of her joy.

"Ah, Butler Park! What is it?"

"The old master is looking for you."

"The old master?"

At Yoon Se-rin's words, the man called Butler Park nodded.

"It's time for your blood draw."

"A week's gone by already? Tell him I'll shower quick and be right there."

"Understood."

Even after Butler Park bowed his head and left, Yoon Se-rin didn't move for a long while.

Only when she was sure he was completely gone did she start trembling all over, stretching her limbs out like she was doing jumping jacks, bouncing around in excitement.

"This is living! This is, ah! Hngh...!"

Too overcome with emotion to speak properly, she mumbled incoherently before squealing again and heading to the bathroom.

The old master—the VIP who'd bought her from the academy—looked incredibly kind and benevolent.

From insisting she call him "old master" instead of "master," wasn't he showing respect to a victim like her?

In modern society, slavery had been abolished ages ago as a relic of a bygone era. It was the countries that exploited victims like slaves that were the real outliers.

In any case, the old master was remarkably sensible and gentlemanly. He made sure she felt comfortable by always addressing her by name—Yoon Se-rin.

Thanks to him, she had free rein over that massive pool she'd just used and the shower she was in now.

And that wasn't all. The old master was a retired chef—a four-star one at that! She was experiencing the joys of food she'd never known before her transformation.

On top of that, whenever she mentioned new games she hadn't been able to touch at the academy, he'd have them fetched for her. If this wasn't heaven, what was?

Of course, it wasn't all upsides.

For one, the food was so delicious that she looked forward to mealtimes, but it also terrified her. The portions were at least one-and-a-half times the standard amount, and she had to finish every bite.

If she left any, even the old master's kindly face would turn stern, threatening punishment if she didn't clean her plate.

They say a good person's anger is the scariest, right? She'd somehow adapted and could now manage it, though it was still a chore, but when she first arrived, she'd literally cried through her meals.

The second issue was exercise. Whether he was determined to burn off what she ate or not, he even brought in professional trainers to ensure she moved for at least two hours a day.

If she slacked off midway, he'd warn of punishment, so she had to grit her teeth and push through.

"Man, those first two weeks were hell."

Torture by food and exercise. She'd cried herself to sleep so many nights, regretting that she'd judged by appearances.

Her stomach was always bloated, and with exercise piled on, nausea kept rising. But vomiting would surely mean punishment, so the stress was unimaginable.

Of course, now those "downsides" barely felt like downsides anymore. Yoon Se-rin hummed a tune, then glanced at the mirror in front of her.

"...Have I put on a little weight?"

She felt a bit fuller overall than before. No, if she had to put it precisely, it wasn't fat—it was more toned.

The classic hourglass figure, with curves where they should be. And those curves felt even more pronounced now.

Crude as it sounded, she looked even more fuckable—like prime meat. Yoon Se-rin lifted her fuller breasts slightly, then grinned contentedly at the defined eleven-pack abs splitting her midriff.

Recalling old bodybuilder poses in front of the mirror and striking them, she suddenly remembered the old master's summons and hurriedly finished her shower before stepping out.

'Blood draw time, so light clothes...'

After toweling off, Yoon Se-rin slipped into a sheer white sleeveless dress that was practically see-through, then headed to the blood draw room from memory.

Once a week, without fail, the old master never skipped her blood draw. And he took so much—afterward, her head would spin, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a languid weakness would set in.

When she learned that was shock from blood loss, her heart had nearly stopped. For a normal person, it was a lethal amount, but for victims, a couple days' rest brought full recovery.

'Victims might not even be human anymore...'

Recovering from a lethal draw in just two or three days? Like a troll from a fantasy novel.

Yoon Se-rin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠chuckled idly at the thought but kept walking.

Soon, Butler Park came into view. Standing by the door, he spoke to Yoon Se-rin as she approached with bouncy steps.

"He's waiting inside."

"Ah, yes."

Yoon Se-rin cleared her throat and straightened her posture, as if she'd never been bouncing along.

No matter how kindly the old master treated her, acting too casually would be disrespectful to her benefactor.

She tidied her hair using her reflection in the gleaming marble wall and asked Butler Park,

"Um, do I look okay?"

"Yes. You're as lovely as ever today."

"Haha... Thanks."

Yoon Se-rin smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed at Butler Park's words.

It had been two months since she'd come to the old master's mansion. In all that time, he'd never once laid a hand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on her body. She'd even masturbated alone sometimes, her pent-up lust getting the better of her.

Of course, that was a good thing. No forced sex like at the academy.

But the academy experiences had conditioned her—without regular release, her urges built up, leading to spontaneous heats and self-pleasure.

And there was a twinge of anxiety too. The old master never demanded sex from her, which made her worry her value was diminishing.

He served her meticulously prepared meals at every sitting and even assigned trainers to sculpt her feminine figure through exercise. But with no sex, it left her feeling grateful yet suffocated.

If all that effort was to mold her into his preferred curvy ideal for a future pounce, she wouldn't feel this turmoil.

'What if he decides I'm useless and discards me...'

After two months of luxury, being thrown away would be a death sentence. If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the old master sold her off, her new life would be the polar opposite of this one.

She'd endlessly weep contrasting those good times with her grim reality. With renewed resolve, Yoon Se-rin gripped the door handle.

'I need to speak up first today.'

Until now, she'd only worn revealing clothes for clumsy seduction, but starting today, she'd be proactive. That's why she'd chosen the see-through dress.

The well-oiled door opened silently as she entered, revealing the old master and the blood draw machine.

"Miss Se-rin, you've arrived."

"Y-yes...!"

Yoon Se-rin shyly replied to the voice that always used formal speech with her.

Anyone who knew her would be shocked, but it was unavoidable. Being around the old master restored her self-esteem crushed at the academy, making her naturally deferential.

"This way."

"O-old master! How do I look today?!"

As the old master guided her to the machine with his usual kindly expression, Yoon Se-rin squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it out.

A brief silence followed. Yoon Se-rin immediately regretted it.

'You idiot. What are you doing? You should've waited until after the draw!'

In her haste, she'd blurted it out. Trembling and head bowed, a soft chuckle came from above, followed by the kindly voice.

"As lovely as yesterday."

"Th-thank you...!"

At the pure praise devoid of lust, Yoon Se-rin mumbled in a mosquito-like whisper and lay on the machine.

Her eyes stayed shut. Looking at the old master now would surely make her head explode.

"Inserting the needle."

"Y-yes...!"

As she replied, a sharp sting pierced her flesh.

Then the whirring of the machine. Yoon Se-rin relaxed bit by bit, feeling the blood drain from her body, as if she'd never been embarrassed.

Not by choice—the growing blood loss sapped her strength, and her mind grew hazy. Like lying on clouds. Amid that sensation, Yoon Se-rin murmured,

"Old master, thank you always...!"

"I'm always grateful to you too, Miss Se-rin."

"Hehe...!"

Yoon Se-rin grinned dopily at his response.

Though today, he seemed to be drawing more blood than usual. Her consciousness faded fast; she felt on the verge of passing out.

In her drifting mind, she heard a sharp whine of metal before blacking out completely.

"...the blood that's been aged just right..."

"Vitality coursing through... As expected of Chef Heo..."

"...the thigh meat is so tender and succulent... a real delicacy..."

Voices echoed in her ears like a chorus. In her half-dazed state, Yoon Se-rin forced her eyes open and lifted her head.

There before her was a long dining table. About five people sat around it, elegantly portioning food onto their plates and slicing it with forks and knives.

'But the food looks just like human limbs...'

Some Halloween special? When was Halloween again? Lost in a daze, Yoon Se-rin felt an emptiness and looked at her arm.

"...Huh?"

Nothing beyond her shoulder. A dream? She tried rubbing her eyes with her other hand, but no arm rose. Turning her head, the other side was the same—nothing beyond the shoulder.

Yoon Se-rin's face filled with rising dread as she looked at her lower body, where the odd sensation had started. Nothing beyond her hips.

"Ah, looks like Miss Se-rin is awake."

"Oho! Indeed!"

"Those eyes are quite beautiful too."

"President Hwang, you know the eyes are mine, right?"

Noticing she was awake, the diners chattered noisily. But Yoon Se-rin heard nothing. Her gaze darted between her missing limbs and the ones on the table.

The quietly standing old master approached and spoke to her.

"Miss Se-rin."

"O-old master... I-I'm weird. My arms, my legs are gone. B-but those up there... they look like mine. Th-this is strange, right? B-but they really feel like mine...!"

Stammering in terror, Yoon Se-rin watched as the old master smiled gently and stroked her head.

"Yes. Those up there are yours."

"Ah...?"

"And the red wine they're drinking? That's your blood too."

Yoon Se-rin couldn't comprehend. Why were they eating her blood and limbs? But the old master had no intention of explaining. He pulled something like an ice cream scoop from his pocket and said,

"President Baek. Now?"

"Mm! Freshly awakened is best. Start with the right one."

"Understood."

Yoon Se-rin couldn't grasp why it drew near. Even as it dug into her right eye.

"Aaaagh—!!!"

The pain of her eye being gouged defied words. Half the world, gone. Yoon Se-rin shrieked, drooling and choking.

Undeterred, Chef Heo—not the old master—neatly severed the optic nerve, rinsed it in red fluid, and handed it to President Baek.

"Eat it fresh."

"Ooh...! Thanks!"

"Ngh... My eyesight's been poor lately too."

"President Hwang, you get the next batch."

President Baek chuckled slyly and popped the eyeball in his mouth. He chewed with wet squelches.

Amid agony, Yoon Se-rin stared blankly and murmured,

"Th-that's... my... my eye... you can't eat it...!"

But no one paid her any mind. With a gulp, President Baek swallowed and beamed.

"Eating victim flesh really boosts your physical abilities. My vision's sharpening already."

"President Hwang, you used to totter like an 80-year-old, but now you could pass for 40."

"Heh, why bring up the old days..."

"Chef Heo! The other one too! Gotta balance left and right."

"Understood."

At President Baek's words, Chef Heo bowed and approached Yoon Se-rin again.

Realizing it, she screamed in panic.

"O-old master! Old master! I-I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Eek, kyaaagh—! Stay away!!!"

Terror-stricken, Yoon Se-rin thrashed. No limbs, just her torso rocking side to side. Untethered, she nearly rolled off.

But Chef Heo swiftly cupped her face and muttered,

"Miss Se-rin. Thrashing will hurt."

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmmph!!!"

Crunch—the scoop burrowed under her remaining eye, sharper than before.

Yoon Se-rin wailed muffled screams, tears of blood streaming, but Chef Heo's scoop stole her last half of the world.

In total darkness, the crunching continued.

Unable to endure the pain, Yoon Se-rin lost consciousness.

"The torso would be best as a roast, no?"

"Then we slice the head off separately... that monkey brain dish?"

"Or maybe boiled slices would work."

The cannibals' voices faded into her receding awareness.