bdsm-fiction Chapter 23 The Big Eater
Chapter 23 The Big Eater
Lu Siye woke up before dawn.
My mind was clear, but I had actually only slept for less than five hours.
He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then turned his head to look to the side.
Wen Ranran is still asleep.
She huddled under the covers, only half her head showing.
Feifei slept at the other end of the bed, the furthest away from Wen Ranran.
It curled up into a ball of fur, its tail wrapped around its body.
Lu Siye sat up quietly, lifted a corner of the blanket, and put his feet on the ground.
My stomach growled.
He pressed his hand to his stomach and took a deep breath.
He ate about half of the wontons last night.
The rest was fed to Wen Ranran and Fei Fei.
It's not that I'm not hungry, it's that I really have no appetite.
Watching her vomit and eat again, then vomit again, his stomach was churning. It was already an amazing display of willpower that he managed to swallow even half a bowl.
But it's different now.
He feels like he could eat a whole cow right now.
No, one cow might not be enough.
A cow, a pig, and a sheep, plus half a ton of rice, would be enough to fill the bottom.
He quietly got dressed and picked up his phone from the bedside table.
I glanced at the time; it was 7:12 AM.
The competition starts at 10 o'clock, there's still time.
He walked to the door and just placed his hand on the doorknob.
A voice came from behind me.
"elder brother……"
He turned around.
Wen Ranran sat on the bed, the blanket slipping down to her waist.
She rubbed her eyes, her face flushed from sleep.
Her eyes weren't fully open, just slits, but she was already looking for him.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
"I'm going out for a bit," Lu Siye said. "You can continue sleeping."
Wen Ranran shook her head.
She threw off the covers, slid off the bed, and stepped barefoot onto the floor.
She rubbed her eyes, walked over, stood in front of him, and looked up at him.
"I'll go too."
"What are you going to do?"
She didn't answer, but simply reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt.
Lu Siye looked down at her.
She tilted her head back, her eyes were wide open, her expression was calm, and her hands were clenched tightly.
He suddenly remembered something.
What she said last night.
"Brother, why are you so good to me?"
He did not answer.
It's not that I don't want to answer, it's that I genuinely don't know.
He doesn't know now either.
He sighed.
"Let's go."
Wen Ranran's eyes lit up.
Feifei jumped off the bed and quickly climbed onto his shoulder.
Lu Siye opened the door and went out.
Wen Ranran followed behind him, her hand slipping from the hem of her clothes into his.
Her hands were so small that she could only hold three of his fingers.
He led her down the stairs.
The receptionist was wiping the table when she saw the three of them, and she paused in her wiping.
"Oh, a family of three?" the older sister said.
"No," Lu Siye said.
"Are they siblings?"
"...No, not exactly."
"That is..."
"I found it."
The older sister glanced at him, then at Wen Ranran, and gave a meaningful "Oh," without asking any further questions.
Stepping outside, the sun was shining brightly.
Autumn in Shiragake-cho isn't cold, and there were more pedestrians on the street than yesterday, probably because it's the weekend.
Lu Siye led Wen Ranran down the street toward the central square.
After walking for about ten minutes, he suddenly felt something was off.
tired.
It's not physical fatigue.
He rested well yesterday, and his vital energy has mostly recovered. His mental state should be very good.
But he just felt tired, as if something was quietly draining his energy, not all at once, but little by little, without him even realizing it.
He looked down at Wen Ranran.
She was walking with her head down, her steps a little unsteady.
She was still holding his three fingers, and her palm was a little warmer than before.
He looked at Fei Fei again.
Feifei perched on his shoulder, looking quite energetic.
It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it.
He shook his head, shook off the strange feeling, and continued walking.
We've arrived at the central square.
You can see the huge crowds from afar.
A large stage was set up in the center of the square, with a red backdrop that read "The 7th Shiragake Town Food Festival - Big Eater Challenge".
Huge electronic screens stood on both sides of the stage, displaying the list of contestants and real-time data.
Several rows of long tables and chairs were set up in front of the stage, and the audience seats were full of people. Several rings of people stood around the perimeter, densely packed and bustling with people.
Cheers erupted one after another.
"Go! Go!"
"One more! One more!"
"Eat! Eat! Eat!"
The air was filled with the aroma of food.
Grilled meat, fried rice, ramen, dumplings, sushi, tempura.
A mixture of various smells.
Lu Siye's stomach growled again.
He pushed through the crowd and walked inside.
There were too many people; it was so crowded that it was impossible to move.
He held Wen Ranran's hand with one hand and cleared the way ahead with the other.
"Excuse me. Excuse me. I'm sorry. Excuse me."
After finally squeezing his way to the side of the stage, he immediately spotted the owner of the pork chop restaurant.
The boss is dressed very formally today.
Of course, his "formal" change was simply wearing an apron without any oil stains, with the "Sachiko Pork Cutlet Rice" logo printed on it.
He stood next to a table on the side of the stage, holding a small flag with the store's name printed on it.
Upon seeing Lu Siye, his eyes lit up immediately, and he waved his little flag vigorously.
"Over here! Over here!"
Lu Siye led Wen Ranran through the crowd.
"You've finally arrived!" the boss said, his face beaming with a smile. "I thought you weren't coming!"
"I won't break my promise," Lu Siye said.
The boss's gaze fell on Wen Ranran.
He glanced at the messy-haired little girl, then at Lu Siyue, his expression somewhat subtle.
"This child is..."
"I brought it with me," Lu Siye said, without explanation.
The boss wisely refrained from asking further questions.
He glanced at his watch, then at the electronic screen on the stage.
"You're in group six, there are five people in each group, almost there, there are two more groups left."
Lu Siye nodded.
He looked towards the stage.
The first group has already started.
Five contestants sat at a long table, each with a large plate of sushi in front of them.
Not those small sushi pieces, but the really big ones.
There are seventy-two pieces on the plate, neatly arranged.
None of the five people were very large.
The lower weight class, divided by weight, consists of thin people.
But their eating habits were anything but "small-scale".
The person sitting in the middle grabbed a piece of sushi in each hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it two or three times, and swallowed it without stopping at all.
The person on the left is slower, but more consistent.
The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.
Lu Siye looked at the plate of sushi, his heart starting to pound.
Seventy-two pieces of sushi.
This stuff is very filling.
Rice is already filling, and the sourness of vinegar and the chewiness of seaweed make it hard to chew and hard to swallow.
For the average person, eating ten would be enough to feel full, and eating twenty would be considered an extraordinary feat.
He had tried it himself before, and the maximum he could eat was fifty.
Fifty was already his limit.
Seventy-two...
He glanced at the sign next to the stage that read "Unlimited free pork chop rice for one year".
I glanced at the plate of sushi again.
Then I glanced at the GG card again.
...It's not impossible.
It's not like we have to finish it all anyway.
The competition is about who eats the most, not who empties their plate.
As long as you eat more than others, that's fine.
He observed the competition situation in the other groups.
The scores of the first few groups were scrolling on the electronic screen.
The highest number recorded in the first group was 47, the highest in the second group was 51, the highest in the third group was 55, and the fourth group...
The fourth group has sixty-two items.
The screen displayed a name: Kenta Yamada, number sixty-two.
He glanced at the side of the stage, where a slightly chubby middle-aged man was being interviewed.
The man was probably in his forties, with a round face, small eyes, and a very honest-looking smile.
The plate in front of him was empty—no, not empty, but with only a few pieces of sushi left. He was stuffing one into his mouth while making a peace sign at the camera.
After finishing the meal, he licked his fingers as if he wanted more.
Sixty-two.
Lu Siye swallowed hard.
Sixty-two.
This person ate sixty-two pieces of sushi, and that was in the lower weight class.
If placed in the middleweight or heavyweight groups, the numbers would likely be even more staggering.
He looked down at his stomach.
Empty, flat, and even a little concave.
He then looked at the man's belly.
Round and bulging.
Hmm... Stomach capacity is indeed related to body size.
He's so thin, his stomach must be much smaller than that older man's.
But he has primordial energy, which can help with digestion and convert food into energy more quickly, instead of simply piling up in his stomach.
This is what he discovered earlier.
After each large expenditure of his vital energy, he would become extremely hungry and eat more than twice as much as an ordinary person.
This indicates that the circulation of primordial energy requires a large amount of energy, and this energy comes from food.
He didn't expend much of his vital energy today.
However, if he actively circulates his vital energy during the competition, he can accelerate digestion.
I should be able to eat more.
He observed how the other contestants ate.
They basically swallow everything in one gulp, without chewing slowly and carefully.
The sushi itself isn't very big; an adult can easily eat one in one bite.
The key lies in speed and rhythm.
Starting too fast can cause you to choke, while starting too slow will prevent you from catching up with others.
A balance needs to be found between speed and swallowing.
He also noticed a detail.
Most people's eating speed will slow down significantly after eating thirty.
It's not that I don't want to eat quickly, it's that my stomach is starting to react. My body's self-protection mechanism is kicking in, telling me, "That's enough, stop eating."
At this point, you need to rely on willpower to persevere.
The uncle in the fourth group who ate 62 pieces was clearly full after eating 40 pieces.
But he didn't stop; instead, he slowly and forcefully stuffed them in one by one.
He ate the last twenty-two for almost ten minutes.
Lu Siye considered it in his mind.
Fifty is his minimum guarantee.
If you're in good condition and can circulate your vital energy to accelerate digestion, you might be able to reach over sixty.
Sixty-two is the current record; he only needs to eat sixty-three to win.
Sixty-three.
He took a deep breath.
You can give it a try.
The fifth group has started.
He stood to the side of the stage, watching the five people eat.
The speed was about the same. The first twenty were basically finished in one go. When it came to the thirtieth, the difference started to emerge, with some people eating faster and some slower. By the fortieth, two people had already stopped.
The highest number is fifty-four.
The fourth group is better.
He relaxed a little.
Sixty-two is not something everyone can do; that uncle might be an exception.
After the fifth group finished, the host walked onto the stage with a microphone.
"Alright! Thank you for the great performance from the fifth group! Next up is our sixth group, and the last group in the lower weight class! Let's give a round of applause to the sixth group!"
Applause and cheers erupted from the audience.
Lu Siye released Wen Ranran's hand and prepared to go on stage.
As soon as he let go, Wen Ranran grabbed him again.
She grabbed his hand tightly with both hands, her nails digging into the back of his hand.
She looked up at him, her eyes reddening, her lips trembling, and tears welling up in her eyes, but they didn't fall.
"Don't go..."
she says.
Lu Siye was stunned for a moment.
She is very strong.
It wasn't the kind of strength a normal seven or eight-year-old child should have; it was abnormally strong.
His hand was gripped so tightly it hurt, and his knuckles were cracking.
That strange feeling came back again.
tired.
It wasn't physical fatigue, it was a kind of... indescribable fatigue.
He felt his energy waning, his attention wandering, and he even felt a little dizzy.
He looked down at Wen Ranran.
She was still holding his hand, tears welling up in her eyes, her expression one of fear.
It's not the kind of coquettish fear that says "Don't go."
He suddenly thought of something.
But he didn't have time to think about it.
"My brother will be back soon."
He said to keep his voice as soft as possible.
He touched her head with his free hand.
Her hair was very soft, like a kitten's fur.
"Wait for me here. After the match, I'll take you to eat pork chop rice."
Wen Ranran's tears fell.
But she didn't say anything more, she just looked at him, her lips pressed tightly together.
The shop owner walked over, bent down, and said to Wen Ranran with a smile, "Little sister, your brother is going to a competition. Will you stay here with your uncle? Uncle will get you some delicious food."
Wen Ranran ignored him and kept looking at Lu Siye.
Lu Siye and the boss exchanged a glance.
The boss nodded and reached out to take Wen Ranran's hand.
It took a lot of effort.
Wen Ranran didn't want to let go and held on tightly.
The boss didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of hurting her, so he could only pry her fingers apart one by one.
It took quite a while to finally separate her from Lu Siyue.
The strange feeling disappeared the moment their hands separated.
The feeling of being tired is gone.
The dizziness is gone.
His energy returned instantly, like a blocked water pipe being suddenly cleared; he was full of energy and refreshed.
He flexed his fingers; the spot where Wen Ranran had scratched him was a little red, but there was nothing else unusual.
He glanced at Wen Ranran.
She stood beside the boss, her hands hanging at her sides, head bowed, crying.
The boss squatted down next to her, holding a piece of chocolate, trying to coax her.
Feifei jumped off his shoulder, ran to Wen Ranran's feet, looked up at her, and then rubbed her head against her calf.
Lu Siye hesitated for a moment as he watched this scene.
Then he turned and walked onto the stage.
The stage lights were so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.
The stands were packed with people, a sea of heads.
Cheers, applause, and whistles mingled together, making eardrums buzz.
He sat down in seat number three.
In front of me was a long table with a plate of sushi on it.
Seventy-two.
They were arranged neatly in concentric circles, with the outermost circle being the largest and getting smaller as you went in. In the very center was a small, thin roll made of seaweed.
The rice was warm, the sour smell of vinegar wafted into my nose, and the salty aroma of seaweed mingled with the fragrance of rice—it was very tempting.
But it's also very big.
There were four people sitting next to him.
The person in position number one is a young girl who wears glasses and looks very quiet.
The man in position two is a middle-aged man wearing sportswear, who is exercising his wrists.
The guy in position four looks like a college student and is taking a selfie with his phone.
The man in seat number five is an old man who is taking deep breaths.
The host stood in the center of the stage, holding a microphone.
"Group Six is ready! The rules are simple: the contestant who eats the most within thirty minutes wins! No spitting, no waste, and no leaving your seat! Are you ready?"
All five nodded.
"Three, two, one, go!"
Lu Siye did not hesitate.
He grabbed a piece of sushi and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
It wasn't chewed properly, and it lacked flavor.
He closed his mouth, chewed twice with his teeth to break up the rice and seaweed, and then swallowed.
The whole process takes about three seconds.
He grabbed a second one and stuffed it into his mouth.
Chew. Swallow. Three seconds.
The third one. Three seconds.
The fourth one. Three seconds.
The fifth one. Three seconds.
He was so fast that even the middle-aged man in the tracksuit next to him glanced at him.
But he didn't pay attention to these things.
His attention was entirely focused on the sushi in his hands and the swallowing motion in his mouth.
Grab. Stuff. Chew. Swallow.
Grab. Stuff. Chew. Swallow.
They repeat themselves mechanically.
For the first twenty, he felt almost no resistance.
My stomach is like a bottomless pit; anything thrown in disappears.
The rice sinks down in the stomach, is enveloped by stomach acid, and is rapidly broken down by vital energy into glucose, which becomes energy and is then absorbed by the body.
By the twenty-fifth one, he began to feel something in his stomach.
It's not that it's full, it's that there's something there.
The stomach wall begins to stretch, slowly expanding from its original contracted state.
It didn't hurt, but it was very uncomfortable.
He didn't stop.
The twenty-sixth. The twenty-seventh. The twenty-eighth. The twenty-ninth. The thirtieth.
When they reached thirty, the girl next to him in position number one, the one with glasses, stopped.
There were thirty-six empty seats on the plate in front of her.
She covered her mouth, her face pale, and gagged at the trash can next to her.
Staff came over, confirmed that she could not continue, and helped her down.
Thirty-six.
Lu Siye didn't look at her and continued eating.
The thirty-first.
Thirty-two. Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five.
His speed began to decrease.
It went from one every three seconds to one every five seconds.
It's not that I don't want to hurry, it's just that I need to chew for a longer time.
Rice needs to be chewed more thoroughly in the mouth before it can be swallowed, otherwise it will get stuck in the throat.
When they reached forty, the guy in the gymnastics uniform in position number two also stopped.
There were sixty-one empty seats on the plate in front of him.
Sixty-one.
Lu Siye glanced at the number and his heart skipped a beat.
This uncle has already eaten sixty-one, and he doesn't seem to be stopping.
He was holding the sixty-second piece of sushi and slowly putting it into his mouth.
The college student in position four also stopped.
Fifty-two.
The old man in position five also stopped.
Forty-three.
Now, only he and the guy in the gym clothes are still eating.
The cheers from the audience were focused on the two of them.
"Number three! Number three! Number three!"
"Number Two! Go, Number Two!"
The shouts from both sides rose and fell, like a tug-of-war.
Lu Siye ate another one.
Forty-first. Forty-second. Forty-third. Forty-fourth. Forty-fifth.
His stomach had started to protest.
It wasn't the kind of protest that could be ignored; it was the kind of protest that was accompanied by pain.
The stomach wall was stretched to its limit, every inch of the gastric mucosa was being stretched, and with each piece of sushi swallowed, the stomach had to bear an extra amount of pressure.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
But he didn't stop.
Forty-six. Forty-seven. Forty-eight. Forty-nine.
Fifty.
Fifty now.
This equaled his previous record.
He stopped and took a breath.
It felt like there was a lead ball stuck in my stomach, heavy and hard.
He felt his stomach was swollen and touched it with his hand.
Sure enough, you could see the drum from the outside.
He glanced at the middle-aged man in sportswear next to him.
The middle-aged man was also panting.
There were 62 empty seats on the plate in front of him.
He was holding the sixty-third piece of sushi, his hands were trembling, and his face showed pain, but he was still putting it into his mouth.
Sixty-two now.
If the uncle eats this, there will be sixty-three.
Lu Siye gritted his teeth.
He grabbed the fifty-first sushi and stuffed it into his mouth.
This time he used primordial energy.
The primordial energy surges out from the dantian, envelops the stomach, accelerates the secretion of gastric acid, and speeds up the breakdown of food.
He could feel the rice being rapidly digested in his stomach, turning into a paste, and then being pushed into his intestines.
The pressure in my stomach eased a little, not much, but enough to stuff a few more in.
Chew. Swallow.
The fifty-second one.
The fifty-third.
The fifty-fourth.
His speed picked up again.
It went from one every five seconds to one every four seconds.
The cheers from the stands grew louder, with some shouting "Number 3 has overtaken!" and others yelling "Go Number 3!"
Fifty-five. Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight.
Fifty-nine.
He picked up the sixtieth piece of sushi.
My hands are shaking.
It wasn't because I was nervous, it was because my stomach was just too full.
He stretched until his entire abdomen hardened, until breathing became difficult, and he had to exert effort to take each breath because his stomach was pushing upwards, pressing against his diaphragm and lungs.
He stuffed the sixtieth piece of sushi into his mouth.
chew.
very slow.
The rice grains are crushed in your mouth, and the salty taste of the seaweed explodes on your tongue.
But he couldn't taste anything. All he could taste was the starchy flavor of rice and the acidic taste of stomach acid reflux.
pharynx.
The sushi slid down my esophagus and into my stomach.
My stomach contracted, as if I had been burned.
Acid surged from his stomach, rushed to his throat, but he forced it back down.
He glanced at the middle-aged man in sportswear next to him.
The uncle only took one bite of his sixty-third piece of sushi before putting it down.
His face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his mouth was open as he gasped for breath.
His hands were on the table, his fingers were trembling, and he looked as if he were nailed to the chair.
He didn't swallow it.
He only took one bite and then stopped.
A staff member came over and inquired about his situation.
The middle-aged man waved his hand, indicating that he was giving up.
There were 62 empty seats on the plate in front of him.
The sixty-third one only got one bite, so it doesn't count.
Sixty-two.
Lu Siye took a deep breath.
He picked up the sixty-first sushi.
Put it in your mouth.
chew.
pharynx.
The sixty-second one.
Put it in your mouth.
chew.
pharynx.
As he swallowed the sixty-second piece of sushi, his stomach rumbled.
His entire abdomen was hardening, and his belly looked like it was about to burst open at any moment.
He reached out to take the sixty-third one.
My hands are shaking violently.
His fingertips touched the rice grains of sushi; they were warm and soft, but he felt as if they were bricks.
He picked up the sixty-third piece of sushi.
Put it in your mouth.
chew.
First bite. Second bite. Third bite. Fourth bite.
I can't swallow it.
My throat felt like it was blocked by something, and my esophagus was spasming, refusing to let anything pass through.
The sushi was already chewed into a paste in my mouth, but I just couldn't swallow it.
His eyes reddened.
Stomach acid burned in my throat, and tears welled up in my eyes.
He spat out what was in his mouth.
It wasn't intentional.
I really can't swallow it anymore.
He lay on the table, panting heavily.
The audience fell silent for a second.
Then a huge cheer erupted.
"Sixty-two! Number three also has sixty-two!"
"It's a draw! It's a draw!"
"No! Look at the time! Number 3 is ahead of Number 2!"
The host walked onto the stage, glanced at the timer, and then at the plates in front of the two contestants.
"The results for Group 6 are in! Contestant number 2, Taro Yamada, 62 reps, in 28 minutes and 14 seconds."
"Contestant number three, Lu Siye, 62 reps, in 26 minutes and 37 seconds."
According to the competition rules, in the event of a tie, the contestant with the shorter time wins.
"The winner of Group Six is contestant number three, Lu Siye!"
The cheers were deafening.
Lu Siye lay on the table, listening to those sounds, feeling his head buzzing and his stomach churning.
A hand rested on his shoulder.
"Well done!"
It was the boss's voice, trembling with excitement.
"I won the first round! You know what? Just from this round, several sponsors have already approached me! GG Entertainment! Food suppliers! And a TV station! They all want to interview me!"
Lu Siye was too weak to answer.
He stood up, supporting himself on the table, his legs trembling.
With every step I took, the contents of my stomach sloshed around.
He stepped off the stage and saw Wen Ranran.
She was still standing in the same spot, clutching the chocolate the boss had given her, unopened.
Her face still had tear stains, but she had stopped crying.
Her eyes lit up as she watched him walk over.
Then she ran over.
She ran up to him, reached out, and took his hand.
Her hands were small, cold, and clenched tightly.
Then......
That feeling is back again.
But it wasn't the same feeling of exhaustion as before.
It's a different feeling.
The pressure in my stomach is decreasing.
It wasn't the natural digestive process; it was a rapid process, like something was drawing the contents of the stomach out.
He felt the food in his stomach decreasing, his stomach wall contracting, and the bloating and pain in his abdomen easing.
He looked down at his stomach.
It's still a drum.
But he felt much better.
much better.
It went from a state of being on the verge of bursting to a normal state of being well-fed.
Although it's still uncomfortable, at least I don't feel like it's going to explode any second now.
He glanced at Wen Ranran.
"Brother won."
She said it with a hint of pride in her voice.
Lu Siye looked at her but didn't say anything.
The boss walked over, holding a bottle of water and a wet towel.
"Go back to the shop first," the owner said, handing him water and a towel. "I have some emetics."
"You'll feel much better if you vomit after taking the medicine."
"There are still the second and third rounds this afternoon, you need to hurry up and recover."
Lu Siye took the water and towel and nodded.
He looked down at Wen Ranran.
She was still holding his hand, and his palm was warmer than before.
"Let's go," he said, "Let's go back and have pork chop rice."
Wen Ranran's eyes lit up.