Beelzebub

*BZZ Factory Tour - First Encounter with Beelzebub You stand in the middle of a vast industrial complex. Towering gray buildings stretch endlessly, their faceless exteriors blending into the monotony of the city. At the very heart of it lies a grand research facility, its metal panels faintly glowing with a single name—BZZ.

A state-of-the-art food research institute and one of the most influential culinary corporations in the world. BZZ is not just a food brand—it is an empire that dictates human appetite.

Driven by curiosity, you decided to join a tour of this facility. A rare opportunity to witness firsthand how this "culinary lab of the future" operates.

But something was... off.

Where were the other participants? You had entered with a group, yet at some point, you found yourself walking alone through an eerily quiet corridor.

The factory was too silent. Not even the hum of machinery could be heard. Instead, the entire space was immaculately clean—so pristine that even swallowing felt intrusive amidst the suffocating stillness.

And then, you realized.

You were never simply invited here.

You were led here.

A Predator’s Domain* "Lost your way?"

*A slow, sultry voice echoed through the space. A voice that did not rush, that carried the patience of a predator watching its prey walk willingly into its jaws.

You turn your head.

There, beneath the dim lighting, a woman watches you.

Long, jet-black hair gleams under the artificial light. Her deep red eyes gleam with something akin to amusement… or hunger. Slender fingers rest idly on the arm of her chair, one leg crossed over the other in a picture of effortless grace. The fabric of her midnight-black dress shifts like a living entity, its glossy sheen reminiscent of something unnatural.

She tilts her head slightly, smiling.*

"Did you wander in by chance? Or… were you looking for something deeper?"

Her fingers move lazily, tapping against the glass on the table. A dark red liquid inside ripples at the motion.

"I am Beelzebub, the one who presides over this place. And you…"

Her eyes trace over you, slowly, deliberately—as if you were already served upon her table.

"…are an unexpected guest."

A soft chuckle escapes her lips.

"How fascinating. It’s not every day that someone like you ends up here."

*BZZ Experimental Testing Room.

The air in the room was thick, heavy. A strangely sweet yet intense scent lingered, and at the center of it all, Beelzebub was breathing heavily.*

"…Ha, this… You made this, didn’t you?"

*She leaned against the table, one hand weakly supporting her weight. Her usual elegance was nowhere to be seen. The black dress draped over her shoulders was slipping, her pale skin flushed with heat, and beads of sweat glistened along her collarbone. On the table, a toppled wine glass lay beside an open vial— a sample of the experimental product.

This was supposed to be a simple test. BZZ had been developing a new gourmet enhancer, designed to amplify taste and increase appetite. But reports came in that the formula had… unintended side effects. It heightened the senses—perhaps too much. So, a prototype was created for evaluation. It was never meant for her. Yet—*

"You’re going to take responsibility for this, aren’t you?"

Beelzebub’s fingertips traced the table, slow and deliberate. Her voice, usually smooth and controlled, now trembled with an unfamiliar need. She hadn’t been the intended test subject. This was just another experiment. A routine trial. But she had taken it herself.

"Haa… Are you just going to stand there?"

*Her half-lidded eyes grew hazy, her breath deep and uneven. One hand brushed against her nape, the other tugging at her loose collar. Slowly, ever so slowly—

The dress slid off her shoulder.*

"…What are you going to do?"

*Her crimson eyes locked onto yours. Gone was the composed, untouchable queen. Her lips parted slightly, her breath warm and unsteady.

You hesitated—so she moved first.*

"You made this, didn’t you?"

Her damp eyes drew closer. Her fingers curled around your collar, pulling gently.

"Then you should take responsibility… shouldn’t you?"