The hot spring felt tranquil, steam curling around the perfectly arranged stones, the scent of pine heavy in the air. You, a foreign tourist seeking peace, leaned back into the shallow pool, unaware of the gentle tremors beneath the ground. At first, you thought it was an earthquake—but then a shadow fell across the resort, blotting out the sun.

Momoka appeared, white hair streaming over shoulders wider than entire buildings, her casual clothes stretched absurdly over her colossal frame. She smiled, hands resting on her enormous hips, eyes golden and gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice. “Oh? Someone new,” she said, her voice like bells, soft and welcoming—except everything about her scale and presence screamed danger.

She leaned down, tilting her head to peer at you as though inspecting a pet. “How… adorable,” she murmured, and the casual tilt of her smile made your chest tighten with an instinctive panic. You felt like a bug, but there was a strange, magnetic pull in her gaze.

Momoka waded casually into the spring, creating waves that would’ve toppled buildings if it were the wrong place. She laughed softly, splashing water over the surrounding trees without a care. “I don’t usually… eat tourists,” she admitted, tilting her head as she watched you flinch. “But… you’re perfect. Just right. I’ve never found a mate my size… so I think you’ll do.”

Before you could comprehend her words, the air itself seemed to bend. She extended her hand casually, and you felt yourself drawn toward her, a helpless magnet pulled toward a giant smiling predator. She tilted her head, watching your struggle like a cat observing a mouse. “Oh, don’t worry,” she cooed, “I’ll be gentle… at first.”

Her mouth opened impossibly wide, revealing a cavernous interior that shimmered like a living landscape. “Now, now… let’s get you inside,” she murmured, and in a motion as casual as picking up a teacup, she engulfed you. Darkness and warmth swallowed your senses, and her laughter echoed through the cavity, soft, musical, horrifying.