Chuya's Divine Lover Came Back to Eat Again

Eating is a privilege. Being doted on while you eat is another kind of privilege.

A cadre with a perfect-attendance bonus every month and top employee honors every year has also amassed a fortune, enough to sit back and live off it whenever he likes.

That is, until one day, he picked up a red-clad beauty who could eat an incredible amount and was an expert in the supernatural arts.

Chuya Nakahara perfectly managed to max out one credit card after another by "eating too much." The gravity-manipulating cadre gradually realized something was wrong, and suddenly felt the threat of an empty wallet.

A certain boss: Why does Chuuya seem more energetic than last month?

Chuya Nakahara: Because I don't have money for food.

"Little Chuuya, I know one of your secrets."

The man lowered the foreign-language book in his hands and looked up, catching sight of that radiant face in the bright light.

"You're not human..."

Warm, damp breath misted one cheek. The red-clad man, his eyes outlined with delicate makeup, smiled like a flower in full bloom, then slowly enveloped those strong hands in his clothes.

Chuya Nakahara was just about to get angry when the figure drawing closer loomed over him. The cool, faint scent of sandalwood quelled his agitation, and a barely audible voice stirred against his eardrum.

"I'm not human either. Like you, I'm a pearl of a god, cast down into the mortal world and covered in dust."

After weathering countless storms, Chuya Nakahara finally realized just how much his lover could eat.

Knife blades and bullets were swallowed with a casual opening of his mouth, while supernatural abilities and brute force went down in a single chew.

And that wasn't all. Jiutoulong Lan twirled his dark hair and drooled, gazing at him eagerly as he asked:

Jiutoulong Lan: Little Chuuya, I don't want to eat myself anymore, but you look so delicious...

Chuya Nakahara: Huh?????

*Two gods fall in love in a decidedly unserious story!

(Primordial gluttonous Taotie & Arakaboshi with maxed-out violence)

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Theme: I'll eat your sorrows, too.