[004] Feast at Shirokanedai

I. The Siren Song of the Gateway
I'm Taiga, 24. It was a weekday evening, and as I walked up the gentle slope from Takanawa Gateway Station towards Shirokanedai, I saw her and fell instantly in love.

In the midst of the city's sophisticated landscape, she was strikingly, almost unnaturally, captivating. Her beauty was sharp and sleek. Her lips were a seductive, deep crimson, the kind that would suit a cinematic vampire perfectly if a drop of blood were to trickle down. Her body was slender, yet the delicate muscles visible even through her T-shirt, along with her perfectly sculpted, tight hips, multiplied her charm tenfold.

I'd never picked up a woman before in my life, but my feet moved on their own.

"Excuse me, miss."
When I spoke, she slowly turned. Her eyes were cool, holding a light that seemed to size me up.
"...Yes?"
"I, well... you are simply too attractive. If you wouldn't mind, could I possibly treat you to a cup of coffee or a drink?"
In response to my once-in-a-lifetime burst of courage, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly.
"Heh, you're an interesting man in this day and age. I'm Ann. Given your bravery, I'll allow it."

We went into a newly developed chic cafe and bar near the Shirokanedai Station. I learned that Ann's job was managing a care facility attached to a mansion. A care facility in Shirokanedai seemed unusual. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and before I knew it, night had fallen.

"It's gotten late. My place is close by. Would you like to come over for one more drink?"
I nodded without hesitation.

II. The Feast Beyond the Door
The massive gate to Ann's house was opened by a tall, elderly gentleman who appeared to be a butler. Beyond the gate lay a spacious garden and a grand, old Western-style mansion that evoked the atmosphere of Taisho Romance.

I was shown into the living room, where two other men were already relaxing. Both looked to be around my age or slightly younger. They were strikingly handsome with healthy, glowing skin. They offered me a calm nod.
"Who are they?"
I whispered to Ann.
"Oh, they're my collaborators." Ann replied lightly.
"Collaborators? For work?"
"Yes. It's a yearly contract, so don't worry about them. One of them will be leaving soon anyway."
I detected a strange coldness beneath Ann's words, but I was so captivated by the house's mysterious atmosphere that I couldn't dwell on it.
(Well, I guess that's just how business owners are.)

I was escorted to Ann's private room and drank a fine-looking red wine. It was strongly astringent, with an aroma of leather or maybe insects, but it also had a faint savory umami flavor. My spirits immediately soared. Ann stared back at me, invitingly. Losing all reason, I pulled her into a tight embrace.

Hot breaths and a faint, soft floral scent. No, was it a potent female pheromone? Overcome with desire, I pushed her onto the bed.

Demanding deep kisses from each other, we grappled in passion and tore off our clothes until we were stark naked. When my heat grazed her lower body, I felt the slickness ahead.
(Ah, she's already ready.)
At that moment, Ann suddenly looked at me with serious eyes and made a quiet request.
"Wait. We're not that involved yet, so I want you to put on some protection."
Her composure snapped me back to reality. I quickly fumbled for the rubber I kept stashed in my wallet.
Once I got geared up, Ann reverted to her seductive smile.

Her form was just as slender as it appeared, but internally, she was filled with supple elasticity. I slowly guided my member into her perfect, moist recess.
"Ah..."
Ann let out a long, sweet sigh. Her body convulsed hotly every time my shaft reached the entrance to her core. My member drove deep inside her, repeating its violent rhythm over and over.
"Deeper. Fill me completely."
Her whisper drove me mad. I reached the limit and unleashed my hot seed deep inside her. She seemed to be perfectly synchronized with my movements, and we reached the peak together.

III. The Aged Horror
I continued seeing Ann after that, but intercourse always took place in her room, and always required protection at her insistence. I became addicted to her insatiable lust and the strange feeling of utter satisfaction I felt afterwards.

One time, I was working late, and she kindly offered me a guest room for the night.

Late that night, I woke up with a dry throat. Stepping out into the hallway to find the restroom, I heard low moans from a man and a woman downstairs. The woman's voice was unmistakable: it was Ann. Driven by curiosity, I entered the downstairs room and peeked through a small gap in the door beyond.

Ann was there, completely naked, straddling a man. The man was the older of the two "collaborators" I had met in the living room. Ann was grinding violently, as if to consume his every ounce of energy, writhing seductively in ecstasy.

The instant the man reached his climax, Ann's slender fingers clamped down on his throat. The pleasure on his face instantly twisted into an expression of agony. After he convulsed for a moment and his body went still, Ann quietly got off the bed.

She picked up a sharp knife from the side table. She placed it against the man's groin and cut. Blood splattered, painting her beautiful face and breasts.
Ann brought the severed manhood to her mouth, like a ripe fruit, and took a bite with an expression of rapture.

Terror froze me to the core. I instinctively spun around toward the darkness behind me. As my eyes adjusted, I saw several male bodies suspended from the ceiling. Their skin was flayed, their organs removed, a scene that resembled beef being aged.
I couldn't endure the horror and let out a low, choked cry, "Agh!"

Ann immediately turned, spotting me through the gap in the door. Her eyes gleamed as if they had found prey. My legs gave out, and I couldn't move.
"Oh, you want me too, don't you?"

Ann approached me from the room, completely naked and smeared with blood. When her eyes met mine, her seductive power was strangely irresistible. I transcended fear and started to think,
(If I can satisfy her, maybe I can still be saved.)
And so, I let her have her way, embracing Ann once more.

IV. The Final Covenant
We became fiercely entangled right there. As we coupled, Ann confessed to me, coldly and sensually, right next to my ear.

"It can't be helped that you saw. But it's alright. It's a little sooner than planned, but I want your child, too."
Ann gripped my waist and pulled my hot member even deeper into her.
"Now, give me your semen. That's your final service as a male."
"I'll raise our child in the care facility. Once they're a bit older, I'll transfer them to someone in the black market who desperately wants a child."
"They'll be very well taken care of. No, actually, our species has such incredible appetites for sex and food, they'll probably succumb to them."

Ann's words were deranged. But in that moment, my brain was completely paralyzed by the desire for her body.
"We can give birth about once every three months, you see. That's how we breed. Look."

As she spoke, butterfly-like segments appeared along her abdomen. And further beyond her hips, continuing the line of her spine, was a long, thin insect abdomen. This large, continuous belly pulsed and writhed, its segments spreading and closing with her hot breaths.

Just before reaching climax, an instinctive terror seized me at the sight of that writhing abdomen. At that moment, Ann used a non-human strength to sink her slender fingers into my throat and squeeze hard.
"Now, give it to me. And then, I will eat you."
I shot my load into her writhing belly and lost consciousness.

My final service as a male was to fill the monstrous abdomen of the Mantis that she was.

(The End)