"That was a satisfying meal," he said, standing up and pretending to shake off the remains from his body.
His mouth was still smeared with blood, so he wiped it off with his hand.
But instead of finding something to clean it like a normal person, he licked it, savoring the taste as if it were leftover nacho cheese.
"Yummy," he chuckled, savoring the sensation as his fingers touched his mouth. Her blood flowed through him, an addictive rush that he couldn't get enough of.
'If I had to compare it to another meat, it would be like the most expensive wagyu beef from my old world, and even that pales in comparison in terms of juiciness and fats.'
"Is it just me, or do people I hate taste better?" he wondered aloud.
"Maybe it's because of my race?" he asked. "System, is my tendency to eat humans because of that?"
