"It was tasty but light as a feather. It was like I was breathing in the meat." Iwan told the old demon while laughing. He had never enjoyed eating so much meat, that too, continuously for an hour.
"You enjoyed it too much. Look at yourself." The old demon suddenly said to Iwan while grinning at him.
Before Iwan could look down, the old demon threw a light punch at Iwan's stomach.
"Why?" Iwan mumbled as he thought he was being sent to sleep once again. And, this time, the destination of the fist was one that would hurt the most.
"Boing."
Iwan, who wasn't ready, was left speechless as the old demon's fist seemed to have bounced back after touching a mysterious belly.
Iwan slowly turned his head as though he was one of those unlucky guys in a horror movie that would always be the ones to die first.
"What is this?" Iwan grabbed his bloated stomach and pinched it.
