A summary of Cakeverse

The world of Cakeverse is divided into three categories: Cakes, Forks, and normal people.

*Cake: Cakes are born with specific tastes but they do not know that they are Cake.

*Fork: When reaching a certain age, Forks will lose their taste buds, only able to feel the taste of Cakes. Fork's basic instinct is eating Cakes, including bones, blood, meat.

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The first time I met Zhang Jiayuan, through those innocent eyes, I imagined that he were violently pressed under my body. I couldn't help myself from kissing, biting, and licking every inch of his skin, like licking the fruit jam on the top of a strawberry cake, I squinted my eyes at him, hoping that I had not scared him off, I smelled the sweet taste of blood through his white skin. His semen was sweet like this too, right?

At that moment, I realized that Zhang Jiayuan had awakened my taste buds. He is my Cake, and this is a fate that none of us can escape.

The first step in hunting is taking refuge and approaching the prey.

I observed the small bar where he was singing for many days, at first he came with some friends, then he went there alone. He looked absent-minded that day, seemed to think about something, revealed a little of sadness, although it happened only for a moment, I still gnashed my teeth due to jealousy, he should be on my bed, cry buckets till his eyes becoming red, I will put somethings as cream on his lower abdomen, then help him lick them off little by little.

Zhang Jiayuan was the most expensive and high-grade cake in the world, people can not detect its sweetness.

But that was not bad at all.

That was why I had time to put him in my pocket.

The second step in hunting is deceiving, pretending to be pure and innocent to get the trust of prey.

Zhang Jiayuan was surrounded by a lot of low-level forks who were so despicable. Not until they could not control their clutches and disgusting desire in their eyes did Zhang Jiayuan realize that he was a Cake. He was always slow and it was too late to run away.

I kicked those inferiors hard from behind when they were getting closer to him. I wanted to wait a little bit, but those dirty hands could not spoil my dessert. I held Zhang Jiayuan tightly in my arms, he had not yet returned to God, the panic was stampeding in his eyes, maybe he could not hear the sound when I was gulping saliva. I tried to restrain, his body and soul were too fragrant that they recalled my taste buds and hunger step by step.

A half-dying Fork holding an empty bottle of wine rushed over, I turned around so he could hit me, and Zhang Jiayuan could see that scene too. He was terror-stricken, looked at me with unbelievable eyes. My plan was half successful.

But the main disappointment was that the dirty hands of the fork had touched my sweet little cake, even if he touched it a little, I still broke his hands, watched him twitch on the ground like an inferior maggot. I covered Zhang Jiayuan's eyes, his hands touched my bloodied forehead in confusion, his eyes were full of tears. He probably did not know how cute he looked: wet red lips with tears looking like a ripe cherry was trembling to wait for someone else's picking. I wanted to bite his lips, but my vision was gradually blurred.

That was okay, it was just the begining.

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhang Jiayuan took me home, I lied to him that I was a poor homeless person. I used to have fun with my band and then became poor like that. My sweet little cake was always easy to be tricked, I just looked at him with watery eyes, he looked awkward but still be soft-hearted at the end. I could not stare at him for too long that would arouse my hunger.

The third step in hunting is penetrating his life step by step, running the same blood in our veins.

Living a few days with Zhang Jiayuan, I knew a little bit about why his previous mood was so bad, he used to live with two teammates, then there were some conflicts so he moved out. I was very curious about the reasons because I had opened a photo album in Zhang Jiayuan's big suitcase, the relationship between him and his teammates seemed very good. It was so good that it was a bit abnormal, Zhang Jiayuan looked at one of them with a small animal-like obsession in his eyes. Perhaps Zhang Jiayuan had been in love with him, but they had cut off contact because of something, so Zhang's mood was very bad. But for me, it was just right.

I began to live with the same frequency as Zhang Jiayuan. Every morning, I woke up and waited for him to cook for me. Although normal foods tasted bland for me, when I looked at him, I could reluctantly feel a little craving. He did not know much about cooking, maybe just started to learn to take care of me. I waited for him every day like a fledgling waited to be fed. Zhang Jiayuan uncarefully cut his hands while he was slicing meat, I put his finger in my mouth, his blood was sweet, like syrup. I innocently glanced at him, Zhang Jiayuan thought that I was worried about him, cautiously moved his hand backward, comforted me by saying that it had been okay.

We went to the supermarket, I like to buy pairs of things such as slippers at home, toothbrushes, cups for brushing teeth, even the bowls for eating had changed into a pair, Zhang Jiayuan stared at the long bill and gnashing his teeth, the last time he showed such an upset expression was when I ate all the flavors of ice cream in his refrigerator, I liked to tease him, saw his kitten angry appearance. I told him that it did not matter when I worked, I would give him my salary every month.

Zhang Jiayuan and I built an intimate relationship that was independent of the vascular one. He was gradually willing to share some of his life experiences: the humor was not praised, the loss had been suffered, the confidence was not be appreciated, the love was not be reciprocated. I pestered him so he could write songs for me, then I would compliment him unconditionally.

Zhang Jiayuan had worked during the day but he quit his job at the bar to take care of me, I made up some fairy tales at home and told him before going to bed every night. Zhang Jiayuan always slept badly, people were too lonely and conflicted having no peace night. Every time I finished a fairy tale, he would beg me more, and I told him that good things would been saved for tomorrow. I know that he did not want to listen these stories.

He just did not want to sleep alone.

The fourth step in hunting is attacking and seizing the opportunity to swallow prey.

When I thought the time was right, I pretended to be sick due to the bottle hitting my head. The doctor said there was a mild concussion that caused vomiting and loss of appetite. I did not eat anything. I run him ragged every day to think of ways for me to eat more, he tried to study the recipe, the little monthly salary was used to buy kitchen utensils. I did not tell him any fairy tales at night. I pretended to be so tired, wrapped myself in the blanket. I did not eat much that month, I also lost a lot of weight, but the desire for Zhang Jiayuan had exceeded the physical hunger.

He made a bowl of egg soup, which he had just learned when getting home from work. He ruined several eggs then lifted me and patted my back, like coaxing a child.

- Keyu, eat something.

I didn't take his spoon. I pulled him closer, looked at him passionately until his ears turned red. My little sweet cake has innocent eyes, but at that time I just wanted to see them in tears, I wanted to see him cry, see that he could not help wrapping his legs around my waist. I wanted to eat him piece by piece.

I was really hungry.

I kissed him tentatively and he did not shy away, then I knew I could start tasting Zhang Jiayuan.

I had waited too long for this day. When I got him, my heart trembled uncontrollably. My palm was so cold that when I touched him, he began to tremble slightly like a young bird that had just been wet, and I was his only wind-avoiding nest.

I separated from Zhang Jiayuan, I was not sure that my hands were okay. I could hear my rapid breathing, the sound of blood flowing backward. The first was a gentle kiss that started from between eyelashes. That was my devotion to the prey. The next was those eyes. I licked his nonstop trembling eyelids and eyelashes. Zhang Jiayuan's eyelids were thin that I could see the small blood vessels beating slightly under them. He was too white. Even if he was not emotional, the corners of his eyes and his nose tip were still red as if they were tinged with lust.

I thought that high-grade food must have a beautiful appearance, the surface could not only be a flat cream, but there must also have some other color of hard sugar and strawberries to decorate, and Zhang Jiayuan had all these things. When describing the beauty of someone, our ancestors said the beauty replaced meals. It turned out that mean was like this.

The beauty, replaced meals.

I held his face and bit his puffy cheeks, the kind of Soufflé's fluffy feeling, he was too nervous to open his eyes. The lower part was the collarbone and chest line. When passing his nipples, I looked up at Zhang Jiayuan, he covered his eyes and whispered. I took them into my mouth, his whimpering was intermittent. Little nipples were shiny with obscene water, like a sour cherry sprinkling Brandy wine, lying fixedly on the smooth cheese made of goat's milk. The stomach must be the most sensitive and weakest place, Zhang Jiayuan hid hundreds of butterflies flapping their wings in his abdominal cavity. When I kissed on it, they seemed to fly out, I used one hand to play with his chest, one hand to hold his waist, pulled his underwear down by my teeth.

I remembered the milk pudding I had eaten in childhood. I unwrapped the plastic package and put it into the bowl, the soft pudding exposed to the air, even bounced up to the amplitude of movement, left memorable ripples. I squeezed his little butt in my hand, watched the tiny moan coming out of his lips. He wanted to push my head away with his hands but it was not that easy.

I slithered down between Zhang Jiayuan's legs, opened them, and sucked a puddle of sweet wine. His rim had long been soft, my tongue stirred inside him, greedily sucked his body liquid. Zhang Jiayuan cried and begged me not to do this. He bit lips, his body shook and his penis ejaculated streams of semen. His legs kicked in disorder, but even so, I could not let him go.

I wanted him to just smile at me, just talk to me, and wanted, wanted him to snug up to me, dig out my bleeding heart which had been buried. I started to lose control over my desire of eating him, and finally, my sharp teeth coming out wanted to pierce through his seductive neck.

A dagger was placed against my chest. I looked at Zhang Jiayuan in surprise, he had not yet recovered from the intense orgasm, the corners of his eyes were red, and his eyes were fierce but also lovely. He talked to me with a trembling tone that was full of hatred.

- You are a Fork too.

- You wanted to eat me.

This was a declarative sentence. Zhang Jiayuan was extremely sure of my motives, maybe he had known it for a long time, but he indulged me time after time.

This is my little cake.

I smiled at him, tenderly kissed his hair and the corners of his eyes. I pulled his hand grasping the dagger, put it to the left an inch, right where the heart would be.

- Poke here, baby, poke here to kill me.

- Kill me and no one will tell you fairy tales tomorrow night.

The last step in hunting is a retreat for a more permanent partnership with prey.

Zhang Jiayuan's dagger fell to the ground, he covered his eyes and whimpered.

In fact, he has long been in love with me. When I gradually walked into his life, he has become accustomed to seeing the lights in the house when going home, stopping at the door of the market to bargain. In his impression, the home has the smell of oil and foods, no longer an empty room and takeaway midnight.

I put the photos of Zhang Jiayuan and his teammates away and put a Kikyou flower in that position. He asked me if that flower bloomed, I told him that it would so he looked forward to it every day.

Zhang Jiayuan started writing songs that were not so sad. When he played the guitar, it was like a soft lullaby, and I would remember those tunes, humming them when I brushed my teeth next to him in the morning. He turned his head excitedly and asked me how I remembered it with a mouth full of toothpaste foam. I said that I could remember all the songs written by him, no matter where they would go, who sang them, as long as I heard the melody, I would know that it was him.

Zhang Jiayuan also no longer ate sleep-aiding pills. He hides all kinds of psychotropic drugs under the bed, red and white pills, I did not know what they taste like, but they must not be sweet. If there had been a chance, I would have changed them into colorful candies secretly. Zhang Jiayuan looked forward to my story every night because at that time I would lean close to him and pat his back. As long as I was beside him, Zhang Jiayuan could sleep peacefully.

He could not accept my leaving, and if I wanted to eat him, he would willingly give his heart to me. Although Zhang Jiayuan just looked strong, there was a lack of love and safe inside, others were a bit nice to him, he was eager to give all of his stuff to them.

Zhang Jiayuan held my face and kissed my lips with a little shiver, he was still in tears and begged me not to go, not to leave him.

He turned around and pressed me down, his butt difficultly swallowed my penis. When it was totally in him, as he could not take it, he lied pronely on my chest, sobbed with a low tone, and brought his white wrists to my mouth.

- Zhou Keyu, bite me. It is alright if you eat me, but please don't go.

Don't leave me.

My purpose of letting my cake bring himself in front of me was achieved. I pulled Zhang Jiayuan's butt to lift him, pressed him against the wall, and bit his collarbone. The skin having teeth marks was bled, I licked off and bit in another place.

When smiling or being sexually excited, Zhang Jiayuan will show a little bit of his tongue. I thought this thing had a relationship with his habit of nail-biting, he did not know how much sexy he was when revealing that little soft meat. I raised my head to kiss him, the sweat on my forehead also soaked his hair, my tongue stirred in his mouth, my teeth bit and pulled his tongue. He could not get away, anxiously cried, saliva spread from the corner of his mouth. His body was covered by a thin layer of sweat.

At the end of this love-making, the scene was very tragic. Zhang Jiayuan's inner thigh was red, his hole containing semen could not be closed, the calves muscle was still trembling uncontrollably. There were big and small teeth marks and dried blood scabs on his body, but he still insisted on hugging me, refused to let go.

I thought that I would eat him because Zhang Jiayuan was really seductive and he challenged my ultimate limit state time after time.

But if I had eaten him, then I would not have lived. By some way, we had reached a symbiotic relationship.

Zhang Jiayuan was already asleep. He still wept in his dream, stayed still in the position of putting his arms around my neck. It was very uncomfortable to sleep, I took his arm, hugged him into my arms, lifted his sweat-soaked hair, and kiss on his forehead.

Good night.

My little cake.

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