Chapter 169 A Promise I Will Keep

"Mmm, Master, this is incredible! So juicy and flavorful!" Hermit cried, his words somewhat muffled by the food in his mouth.

 "I've never tasted anything like this before. It's like a dance of flavors in my mouth!"

His eyes sparkled with joy as he took another greedy bite, the sensation of the food overwhelming his senses. 

"And the bread, oh, the bread! It's so soft and warm like a little cloud holding this delicious treasure. It's like a hug for the kebab!"

Between mouthfuls, Hermit couldn't help but cry with a full mouth, "Oh, Mmm... M-Master Helen, Hermit love this! I-It's divine! The savory spices... the succulent meat... Mmm! It's heaven in every bite!" his words were muffled and garbled by the food.

Choking back a bit of the food, he swallowed hard, trying to make way for more.

 "I've n-never tasted anything so good, Master," he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion.

"Th-This is a blessing, Master Helen. A blessing I never thought I'd experience," he cried, his hands trembling with excitement as he clutched the kebab.

Between enthusiastic gulps and chomps, Hermit managed to add, "Every bite is a symphony of flavors, M-Master! I-I can't thank you enough for this gift!" His words were accompanied by a few more choked sounds as he tried to balance the overwhelming taste with the limits of his tiny mouth.

As Hermit continued his fervent feast, Suzuka chimed in, "I'm glad you like it, Hermit. Now, remember, take it slow. If you behave, you will get nice food like this one every day."

Hermit nodded enthusiastically, his cheeks still full, and replied with an emotional tone, "Of course, Master! I'll be a model goblin citizen, and I'll cherish every morsel you bestow upon me!"

Suzuka watched, both fascinated and entertained by the goblin's unabashed display of pleasure. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Hermit savoring the meal with unbridled fervor.

As the kebab's delicious flavors exploded in his mouth, Hermit couldn't contain his excitement even with his mouth full, any reservations he had vanished. His willpower crumbled before the delightful taste that beckoned him. He could no longer resist the temptation that lay before him.

"Mmhmm... Ohh... Thish ish the besht thing eber!" Hermit managed to mumble through a mouthful of food, his eyes gleaming with pleasure.

With a voracious hunger in his eyes, Hermit eagerly grabbed the bread with both hands, as if afraid the kebab might vanish before he could eat it. His trembling fingers clutched the food with intensity, and he wasted no time in shoving it into his mouth. Both palms pressed against the bread, guiding the kebab inside, he started to chew with fervor, savoring every morsel.

Between bites, Hermit's hands worked tirelessly to ensure he enjoyed every morsel of the meal. His fingers, now covered in a mixture of saliva and food, were a testament to his insatiable hunger.

"Thish kebab... ghee... izh like a hug fro... gulp... m th' heavens!" Hermit shouted, his voice fluctuating between choked sounds and bursts of enthusiasm.

Hermit's lips chomped and clapped loudly as he violently munched down the food. The vigorous movements were like a symphony of indulgence, punctuated by his muffled screams of delight. His fingers, still entangled in the meal, left smudges of grease and crumbs on his cheeks as he violently continued his feast.

"Muzh taste, such plea... gheegh... pleasure!" Hermit stammered with a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

The scene became an exhibition of gluttony as Hermit's fingers became a blur, shuffling and swirling the kebab inside his mouth with a lack of finesse. His desperate, gnawing mouth movements seemed grotesque, but he didn't care. The sensation of the flavors dancing on his tongue overwhelmed him, and he couldn't hold back the ecstasy that burst forth.

Amid the chaotic flurry of motions, Hermit's moans of delight thundered around them. His eyes widened with pleasure, and he couldn't help but let out loud and emotional expressions of satisfaction. 

"MMMMM! Oh! So delicious! Reeeeee!" he cried between mouthfuls, his voice alternating between moans and screams.

His previously beaten and downtrodden demeanor now gave way to an almost feral delight. At that moment, nothing else mattered. The kebab was a fleeting escape from the harsh realities of his life as a goblin slave. It was a moment of pure indulgence, a brief respite from the torment he endured daily.

Amidst his frenzied feast, Hermit couldn't contain his enthusiasm, even with his mouth full of food and his hands busily shoveling the food inside his mouth.

 "Mmff! Mff, Masffr! Dissf ish amazff!" he mumbled, his words obscured by the mangled food and the overwhelming pleasure he felt. He gagged a little as he choked on the food, but his sheer delight wouldn't let him stop.

"Thish kebab! So jffy, so tffy!" he cried, crumbs and morsels escaping from the corners of his mouth as he spoke. His hands moved with fervor, stuffing the kebab with almost reckless abandon. 

"Mffft! Dfelicffs!" he managed to utter, his eyes shining with a glimmer of satisfaction.

Hermit's throat struggled with the overwhelming amount of food he'd devoured, and he paused briefly to swallow, his throat audibly gulping. 

"Mmff! Mmm, shff sss, Master! You nfffs!" he praised in between gasps. His hands trembled with excitement as he tried to wipe away the crumbs from his face, but only ended up smudging them further.

As the last remnants of the kebab were devoured, Hermit's once-ravenous appetite began to subside, replaced by an overwhelming thirst. He could feel his throat parched, his tongue dry, and pleading for water to quench the burning sensation.

 "M-Master," he croaked, his voice scratchy from the feasting, "I beg for water, please, to soothe Hermit's thirst. Grhraaa! The throat parched! Need water!"

As Suzuka handed Hermit the kvass, she warned him about its unique properties.

 "This is kvass, Hermit, drink it slow. It will bubble a bit and will tickle your throat. Take it slow, light, and small sips. Do not rush it." she cautioned.

But, in his eagerness to quench his thirst, Hermit ignored the warning and chugged down a big gulp of the fizzy drink. Immediately, his throat felt like it was ablaze with carbonation, and the bubbles seemed to create tiny explosions that sent sharp pain down his throat. He gaged on the drink and spat it out through his nose. His eyes exploded in shock, and he hugged his belly, which was now bulging with gas.

"Ghraaaa! Master! Did Master give Hermit poison? It hurts so much!" Hermit cried out in distress, his face contorted with discomfort and snot dripping out of his nose.

Suzuka sighed, looking at him with frustration and disgust.

 "You're a stupid goblin, I told you to take it slow. It was just a lemonade, and you managed to put yourself in pain! Stupid goblin, relax! It's just bubbling tickling your throat; you will be fine," she scolded, annoyed by his impulsive behavior.

Hermit's eyes watered from the discomfort, and he struggled to catch his breath between gasps and moans. He realized his mistake, but the pain was already too intense to ignore.

 "It's so painful, Master! I-I didn't know!" he stammered, regret evident in his voice.

 "Just breathe slowly," she instructed, trying to calm him down.

 "The discomfort will pass soon. It's just the carbonation; it will settle in a bit."

Hermit followed her advice, taking slow and shallow breaths, trying to ease the pain in his throat and belly. After a few moments, Hermit began violently barfing, roaring like a dragon.  

The intense bubbling sensation began to subside with each thundering barf, and he felt some relief. 

"Th-thank you, Master! Hermit feels so much better now! The drink was delicious, Hermit liked the taste, mmmm..." he said, his voice shaky but filled with gratitude.

Suzuka slapped his back, her frustration softening as she saw him in discomfort.

 "Just remember to listen next time, Hermit. Don't chug it down like that, take it slow," she advised, hoping he would take her words to heart.

Hermit nodded, understanding the lesson he had learned.

 "Yes, Master. I-I will be more careful," he promised, still feeling a bit embarrassed about his impulsive actions.

Despite his promise to be more careful, Hermit's impulsive nature got the better of him once again. Unable to resist the temptation, he grabbed the remaining kvass and chugged it down in one massive gulp, ignoring Suzuka's cautionary advice. His eyes widened as he felt the carbonation surge through his throat and tummy, causing his belly to balloon with gas.

As the pressure built up inside him, Hermit's belly became visibly inflated, resembling a swollen balloon on the verge of bursting. His eyes darted around in panic, realizing the predicament he had put himself in.

Then, like a burst of thunder, a cacophony of violent retching and roaring erupted from the small goblin. The sound that emanated from his tiny form was astonishing, resembling the ferocious roar of a mighty dragon. It echoed through the streets, drawing startled glances from passersby.

Suzuka's eyes widened in disbelief, never expecting such a dramatic reaction from a simple drink. Hermit's barfing sounded like a tempestuous storm raging within him, and she couldn't help but be disgusted by the sheer intensity of it.

"Oh, I think I gaged in my mouth! Hermit, you are disgusting!" she yelled, torn between irritation and revulsion.

Hermit's body convulsed with each retch, and he clutched his belly in agony. 

"Uuuurrrrrgh! Master, it hurts so much!" he wailed, his face now matching the bright green hue of his swollen belly.

Suzuka slapped the back of Hermit's head, she couldn't hide her frustration. 

"I can't believe you did that! After all my warnings, you still... ah! Whatever, it's not like you will listen. Stupid goblin, I lost my appetite because of you," she scolded, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Hermit's face purpled with embarrassment, and he looked down, ashamed of his impulsiveness. 

"I-I'm sorry, Master... I didn't mean to..." he stammered again, feeling a deep sense of regret for ruining their meal together.

Suzuka let out a sigh as she nonchalantly discarded the unfinished kebab into the trash can right next to the bench they were sitting on. Hermit's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and shock as if time had slowed down to prolong his torment. He watched in unbearable suspense as the kebab soared through the sky like a majestic bird, and then, with a heartbreaking thud, it landed amidst the filth in the trash can.

In an instant, Hermit's emotions erupted like a volcano, and he let out a defining scream of pure sorrow and anguish that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

 "Wreeeeeeeee! Food! Precious food!" he screamed, his voice reaching an otherworldly pitch. In a desperate bid to reclaim the lost treasure, he leaped into the air like a demented acrobat, his puny body flailing with reckless abandon.

Time seemed to slow even further as Hermit soared through the air, an out-of-place comet defying the laws of gravity. With a resounding thud, Hermit's heroic leap landed him in the trash can, causing a cloud of dust and debris to rise around him. For a moment, he seemed lost amidst the garbage, his eyes gleaming with despair as he desperately searched for the elusive kebab.

 Hermit emerged from the trash can, he looked like a fallen hero, defeated and messy. His once bright eyes now glistened with tears of sorrow, and his body was smeared with a concoction of trash and food remnants. Yet, even in his pitiful state, he rescued the kebab.

"You've got to be kidding me," Suzuka muttered under her breath.

But Hermit was too engulfed in his bliss to pay her any mind.

 "Fooood! Precious kebab! Safe in Hermit's hands!" he shouted, his voice quivering with happiness.

 "I will enjoy its divine flavors! All mine to devour!"