Summary
The year I was the ultimate Gluttonous Girl.
I used to tease my stoic husband without a shred of restraint. Even when he rejected me, I didn’t let it get to me; I just happily enjoyed the ‘all-you-can-eat buffet’ he provided.
Until one day, I awakened to the plot.
To my horror, I discovered that my husband was the Evil God villain from a non-human romance novel, and I was the wicked, lustful female supporting character destined to be punished by him!
From that moment on, I didn’t dare be a glutton anymore.
I became polite, respectful, and cautious around him. I even took the initiative to bring up a divorce, hoping to lessen his hatred for me.
Instead, my husband snapped, the corners of his eyes flushing red.
Countless vines coiled around my ankles as he whispered pathologically:
“Why aren’t you eating at the buffet anymore?”
“Am I getting old?”
“Or did that XXL guy outside finally satisfy you?”
“Baby, look at me, okay? I can transform into any shape you like…”