The Sun Rises

In a luxury mansion, a fireplace burned and classical music played.

The mansion was furnished extravagantly in the Western style.

In the middle of the room was a long table. Exquisite Western-style tableware was placed on it.

Several Westerners with blond hair and blue eyes were eating from a plate of meat with knives and forks.

One of the younger Westerners brought a piece of meat into his mouth. He chewed it carefully and seemed satisfied.

"Mm! This must be from the thigh!"

He closed his eyes and savored the taste.

When he opened his eyes again, they momentarily flashed with the color of blood.

"The texture of the meat is… just nice. It must have come from a male in his twenties. I think he works out quite frequently, too. That's how you get such an excellent texture.

"Delicious! Simply delicious!" He could not stop exclaiming.