50. Unraveling Tongue Stew

There is a rumor that all the men who fall in love with her end up disappearing. But when faced with her charm, most men move forward anyway. He was one of them.
He was overjoyed when he was finally invited to her room. With cake, wine, and flowers in hand, he rang the doorbell. His fingertips were dancing. The moment the door opened, a wonderful aroma hijacked his nose.
"It's stew, isn't it?" he said before even greeting her. She laughed and said, "Today is a special day, so I added some tongue." She looked shy, yet proud. Seeing that, he pulled her close and handed her his gift.
"Let's dig in." As he opened the lid, the air in front of him filled with steam. Unable to wait, he stuffed the piping hot stew into his mouth. It was rich, and the vegetables were tender. Above all, the tongue—once it entered his mouth, it began to unravel and melt away. Before he knew it, the surface of the stew in the pot began to ripple and swirl, and a black hole-like void opened in the center. His melted tongue, which he had been trying to get a second helping of, was sucked into it, where it would continue to be simmered until the next man arrived.

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