Chapter 165 Tasty Breakfest

Hermit's emotions subsided but he was still keeping a suspicious look. His voice quivered as he timidly questioned, "W-What about the meat? Whose meat is that?"

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Suzuka couldn't resist amplifying the prank. She responded with a sly grin, "It is cooked goblin meat. Delicious slices of goblin succulent, tender, meaty ears. Mmmm... delicious!"

Hermit's entire being recoiled in horror, his gut twisting and churning. A wave of nausea washed over him, and he instinctively pressed his hands against his mouth, desperately trying to contain the overwhelming urge to vomit.

In a trembling voice, Hermit gasped, "Uuuuuweee... n-no... no more... wrenching... m-misery... uuuuuweee... it churns... it churns inside me... "

Suzuka giggled menacingly and said, "Now that I look closer at you Hermit, these ears of yours look tempting. Maybe I will take a slice from you."

Tears, big and bean-sized, welled up in Hermit's eyes, rolling down his face. He let out soft, trembling whimpers, unable to comprehend the cruel revelation. 

"How... how could you?" he managed to utter between sobs. 

"You are no different than the oppressive goblins that tormented us, slave goblins! They impale unfortunate fellow slaves on the spike and cooked them on the campfire, then ate them with glee! You're the same monster as them!"

His cries and whimpers mingled in the air. The emotional turmoil consumed him as he grappled with the distressing thought of consuming his own kind.

Suzuka, maintaining her mischievous demeanor, impaled a piece of cooked bacon on a fork. With elegant steps, she approached Hermit, urging him to eat the bacon, claiming it to be the meat of his fellow goblins. Her voice carried a twisted mix of amusement and taunting.

"Come now, Hermit," Suzuka's voice dripped with a sinister edge.

 "Have a taste of this savory treat. It's the meat of your fellow goblins, prepared to perfection."

Hermit's heart sank further, a mixture of revulsion and sorrow sweeping over him. The aroma of the bacon filled the air, tempting yet repulsive. He recoiled, his eyes widening with disbelief and horror. 

With each step she took Hermit pressed against the wall tighter and tighter, shaking his head and clawing at the wall while screeching, "Wreeee! Nooo! Kreeee! Stay away! Wreeee! Keep that meat away from Hermit! Wreee!"

Suzuka chuckled menacingly, "Come on! What's the matter, Hermit? Take a little bit, you will like it. Your fellow goblins taste delicious! Mmmmm! Just smell it! Mmm! Delicious!"  

"Greeee! No! Stay away! Stay away, wretched creature!" Hermit cried out, his voice strained and filled with anguish. 

"I can't... I won't partake in this wicked feast. It goes against everything I believe in. We hatchling goblins deserve better than this! We are not food! Not a food!"

Tears streamed down Hermit's face as he turned away, refusing to meet Suzuka's gaze. He clutched his ears tightly, seeking solace within himself, while Suzuka's taunting words lingered in the air. The internal struggle raged within him, torn between the temptation of the tantalizing aroma and his principles that rebelled against such cruelty.

"Hermit... must... resist... Bacon... Hermit wants bacon" he moaned, his willpower waging war against his voracious appetite.

Suzuka crouched down beside Hermit, a devious glint in her eyes, and began to swing the fork with the tantalizing bacon in front of his nose. The irresistible aroma enveloped Hermit, tormenting his senses and stirring a primal craving within him. His stomach growled, and his mouth watered, torn between his principles and his overwhelming desire for the delicious meal.

 "Oh, Hermit, you do want it, don't you? The aroma, the flavor, the sheer joy of indulgence! Look at this crispy, bacony goodness! Don't you just want to take a bite? Just one little taste?Gobble, gobble, Hermit!"

Hermit's inner struggle intensified as the scent of the bacon wafted closer, invading his nostrils and teasing his taste buds. The internal battle waged within him, his resolve weakening with each passing moment. The temptation to indulge in the succulent feast tugged at him mercilessly.

 "Nooooo! Hermit stay strong! Me no fall for crispy tricks! Not give in to... to... to bacon treacherous call! Ugh, my stomach is growling, and my mouth is watering, but I must resist!"

A bead of sweat trickled down Hermit's brow as he wrestled with the decision before him. The conflict between his principles and the allure of the forbidden delicacy consumed his thoughts. The aroma seemed to dance through the air, whispering promises of pleasure and satisfaction.

But in a surge of self-restraint, Hermit shook his head, his voice filled with newfound resolve. "No! I won't succumb to this temptation," he declared, his voice quivering but firm.

"I refuse to eat my fellow goblins' meat, even in the face of such temptation."

"Very well, Hermit," Suzuka said, her voice playful.

 "If you don't want it, I will eat it."

Suzuka, relishing in her mischievousness, placed the bacon in her mouth. With an expression of delight on her face, she chewed the meat, savoring the flavor that danced on her tongue.

"Mmmm... delicious! Mmmm..." she moaned, her enjoyment evident.

Hermit watched, a mix of disgust and horror consuming him. Unbeknownst to him, the bacon in Suzuka's mouth was simply cooked pig's bacon, not the flesh of his kin. However, in his distraught state, his mind was convinced that it was indeed the meat of his fellow goblins. The perception, distorted by his own emotions, fueled his repulsion.

The sight of Suzuka relishing the meat right before his eyes intensified his distress. It felt as if she were taunting him, flaunting the consumption of his kin's flesh. The revulsion welled up within him, overwhelming his senses.

Clutching his ears even tighter, Hermit turned away, unable to bear witness to this perceived act of cannibalism. Tears continued to stream down his face, his heart heavy with the weight of his beliefs. 

"Master... Please... It's too much," Hermit whimpered, his voice trembling with fear and disgust.

 "Hermit can't bear to see you eat... eat that! It's... it's my kin's flesh! It's... it's our kind! How can you... How can you relish in such a gruesome feast?"

Suzuka got another piece of bacon from the table and extended it to Hermit while saying, "Silly Hermit, it was just a jest, I was pulling your leg! Jeez! You're so easy to prank! You believe everything." Suzuka softly reassured him, her voice filled with kindness.

 "This bacon isn't made from goblins, this is a piece of pig meat. It's just a regular, delicious piece of bacon, perfectly cooked for your enjoyment."

Hermit's tear-stained face shifted from anguish to relief as he listened to Suzuka's words. Tentatively, he glanced at the bacon on the fork, his curiosity piqued by the savory aroma that filled the air.

Hermit looked at her with suspicion, "Is Master telling the truth? No lie?" 

Suzuka, sensing his hesitation, smiled warmly. 

"Yes, go ahead, Hermit. Give it a try. Trust me, it's a delightful treat that will satisfy your taste buds."

Hermit, still cautious but no longer overcome by distress, reached out and gingerly took the fork from Suzuka's hand. He brought the bacon closer to his nose, inhaling the tantalizing scent. A glimmer of anticipation returned to his eyes as he took a hesitant bite.

Instantly, his face lit up with delight as the flavors danced on his palate. The crispiness of the bacon, combined with its savory richness, brought him a moment of pure culinary bliss. It was a taste that transcended his previous worries, reminding him that not all things are as they seem.

With each bite, Hermit's demeanor transformed. His whimpering and tears gradually subsided, replaced by a newfound sense of joy and appreciation. He savored the delicious bacon, allowing its flavors to wash away the lingering fears and doubts from the previous prank.

"Gah! Gah! Master, this bacon is like magic in my mouth! Gobblin-licious! Wreeeee! This bacon is like a party in my mouth! Crunchy, savory, and oh-so-delicious! The crispy goodness, the savory explosion, oh, it's a goblin's dream come true! Gah!"

"Mmm, Master Helen, why did you not tell Hermit about this food before? It's like a party in my tummy, dancing and cheering with every bite! Gah! Gah!"

As the tension dissolved, Hermit emerged from his ear cocoon and reluctantly returned to the table. Suzuka gently placed him back onto the chair, his tiny form barely filling the seat. With a glimmer of mischief still in her eyes, she observed as Hermit's hunger overpowered his initial hesitation.

"Squee! Hermit is in hog heaven! Well, maybe not a hog, but a goblin's heaven for sure! Gah! Reee! I'm so happy, I could do a little dance right here and now! Gree! Did you see that, Master? Did you see it? My ears are wiggling with joy! Goblins don't wiggle their ears for just anything, but this bacon, oh, it's wiggling-worthy, for sure! Wree!"

"Gobble gobble gobble! Hermit can't get enough of this amazing treat! My belly feels like it's doing a jig of happiness with each morsel! Reee! Gree!"

Hermit's ravenous appetite took hold, and he greedily devoured the food before him. Without bothering to chew, he stuffed the eggs, bacon, and bread down his throat, his actions driven by a combination of desperation and delight. He opened his maw as wide as possibly could and poured the coffee down the hatch. The warm coffee, too tempting to resist, he gulped down in a single swift motion.

After the feast ended, Hermit slumped back in the chair, his limbs dangling loosely, a contented expression etched across his face. He gently rubbed his belly and whispered soothing words.

"Oh, delicious food, Hermit's belly like the food. Tummy full, no hunger pain, Hermit happy." 

He huffed and puffed, a sense of satisfaction radiating from his being. The deliciousness of the meal had surpassed his expectations, and his smile became a permanent fixture on his face.

The combination of flavors, the warmth of the coffee, and the fulfilling nature of the breakfast left Hermit in a state of pure bliss. Despite the earlier turmoil and pranks, he found solace in the moment, reveling in the sheer pleasure that food brought him. His heart and stomach were full, and for now, all worries and doubts were momentarily forgotten.

While Suzuka cleaned the table Hermit jumped off the chair and readied himself to leave with her. Suzuka looked at how happy Hermit was and couldn't resist asking with a teasing tone, "So, Hermit? How did unhatched goblin eggs and goblin ears meat taste? Hmm? Delicious right? You just feasted on your fellow kin and you chomped with delight. Hahaha"

Hermit's world shattered around him as Suzuka's words sank deep into his consciousness. The weight of the truth struck him with the force of a thunderous blow, plunging him into a state of immense distress. His heart sank to his feet, and his once vibrant skin turned an ashen, pale white.

Paralyzed by the overwhelming surge of emotions, Hermit's body began to betray him. He gasped for air, his breaths rapid and shallow, unable to fill his lungs with the oxygen he desperately needed. The air around him grew heavy, suffocating him as he succumbed to the grip of rising panic.

A sense of dread enveloped him, and his frozen state evolved into an uncontrollable tremble that wracked his entire being. His limbs shook violently, each tremor a testament to the torment he felt within. The world around him became a blur, his focus fixated solely on the nightmare unfolding in his mind.

As the realization of his actions sank in, Hermit's mouth opened in a comically wide gape, mirroring the shock and horror that consumed him. His gaze turned inward as he trusted his arm down his throat, plunging into the depths of his stomach.

A guttural sound escaped his throat, a mixture of gagging and squelching, as he gripped the remnants of the food he had consumed. His fingers curled tightly around the offensive morsels, his body tensing with a surge of anger and frustration.

As Hermit's hand clutched the food he had previously consumed, a surge of revulsion washed over him. His body quivered with a mixture of anger and disgust. With a guttural sound of gagging, he pulled the food out of his stomach, his grip tight with tension and frustration. 

As he pulled his hand out of his mouth, a sickening squelch accompanied the repulsive sight of the half-digested food now clenched within his trembling fingers. With a violent motion, he hurled the food to the ground, its impact echoing the frustration within his own being.

His eyes bulged with panic, and he frantically yanked his arm back, the goblin meat clinging to his fingers like sticky mud.

 "Get out! Get out of me, you foul chunks of horror! Get out I say!" he screamed, shaking his arm wildly in an attempt to dislodge the revolting remnants.

Hermit's body shook uncontrollably, his trembling hands clutching at his ears in a desperate attempt to block out the overwhelming sensory stimuli. The echoes of anguish reverberated through his being, causing him to withdraw further into himself.