The instant the glaze from the chicken touched Lulu's tongue, it was like an explosion of impossible flavors tore through her senses.
The glaze was thick, rich, dripping with both heat and sweetness.
And the surface...it crisped perfectly, the oil sizzling as it met her lips.
It was as though something foreign, something alien, had entered her system—not a disease, not a poison, but an overwhelming, uncontrollable bomb of taste that her body had absolutely no defense against.
Her knees trembled. Her breathing faltered. Her thoughts scattered into fragments of confusion and disbelief.
Her mind mainly screamed at her to stop.
Her conscience shouted no.
But her body...betrayed her.
Her tongue, trembling, licked the piece of chicken unconsciously, tasting even more of that forbidden delight.
More flavor burst across her tongue—deep, rich, layered—each bite sending new waves through her nerves.
She gasped weakly, her voice trembling.
