After the Eight-Foot-Tall Lady Got Food Poisoning

The Hachishaku-sama got food poisoning.

Before she ate that Ubume, she never paid any attention to those flea-like, scrawny little morsels.

But now...

"Ah, such darling children, so soft and tender..."

"I can see the sweet juices and soft flesh beneath their skin."

A woman in a white dress stood in the darkness.

Her clay-molded face was chipped and mottled, twisted into a strange smile. Her towering body hunched over, revealing her desires in a way too horrifying for words.

A surging maternal love mingled with her ravenous appetite.

She sought out the scent of despair, crossed space, and appeared beside one delicious child after another.

[Mother of Wangshan]

"You little bastard, your mom doesn't want you. She ran off with some man from outside the village."

"You stink. Stay away from us!"

"You nasty thing, just stay in your toilet where you belong!"

Their malicious laughter faded into the distance. Locked in a toilet stall, the girl cried as she wrung the cold water from her clothes.

Drip, drip.

The towering "Mother" stood in the corner, looking down at her. After a long while, "Mother" let out a satisfied sigh.

"My child, Mommy's home..."

The pale girl stiffly raised her head, her dark eyes filled with fear.

[Crossing the Yin River]

"A kid born to a prostitute is just a slave, everyone knows that. Hahaha!"

"What's there to worry about? When the food on the boat runs out, we've still got him."

"You ugly freak, who the hell told you to look up at us?"

The boy, kicked to the ground, curled up in pain on the deck. He accidentally raised his head, his greasy, matted hair falling away from his eyes, and met the gaze of a terrifying, strange woman in a shadowy corner.

"Baby, what kind of meat would you like to eat today?"

The people on the boat said there was a sea god in the water. Now the boy believed them.

[Wax-Tasting Love]

"That thing is being raised to sacrifice to the mountain god. Don't waste your effort."

"All its limbs are intact, right? We have to be sincere in our offerings."

"You little brat, still trying to run? Starting today, no more food for you!"

The vermilion windows were nailed shut, row after row. Candle flames swayed though there was no wind. The last thing she saw before hunger made her faint was the monster's face drawing closer.

Everyone said the sacrifice had become obedient, but they didn't know that in the dim room, the mountain god's offering was now in someone else's arms.

"Be a good baby. Mommy will comb your hair."

Suppressing her greedy appetite, she gently gathered the girl's long hair, until the door opened and the day of the ritual arrived. Someone was going to take "Mother's" child away...

[Golden Boiled Milk]

To be continued...

Her appearance was terrifying, her temperament brutal, and her appetite could never be satisfied. But she had a tender embrace and the most partial heart in the world.

She is every child's mother.

"Good child, Mommy's precious treasure."

"Let Mommy eat you, and then she'll protect you forever..."

Content warnings:

1. Contains horror.

2. The protagonist is a fusion of Hachishaku-sama and an Ubume, with many original reinterpretations.

Theme: The purest form of maternal love.