In the end, after that, I cheerfully brought the male spy's corpse to the manager, but it was quickly snatched away by the armed aliens who gathered around. Bummer.
But thanks to my actions, my encounter with Earthpint behind the butcher shop was settled as me sniffing out the scent of meat and hunting humans on my own initiative… or so it seemed. There was an atmosphere like I was being praised as a model butcher.
It seemed like my hard work at the part-time job was interpreted favorably. Nice!
And now, I'm in solitary confinement.
Why?
The man in front of me is the cause.
He's the demon officer from the other day. He seems to have come to inspect me because of the Earthpint incident.
In the cell with him is my favorite girl.
She's huddled in the corner, her face turned away. Poor thing. She seems scared of this guy.
Up close, the demon officer has a pretty good build. He's tall, with a thick chest and a sharp, rugged face. To put it simply, he looks strong. The fact that he's not afraid of me is probably backed by his real strength.
When I used to snipe high-ranking alien officers, I was always tense.
If I missed my first shot, they'd counterattack from the same distance with just a flick of their arm. They'd close the distance of a sniper rifle in an instant.
Their power was incredible, and many of my spotter partners were killed.
Every time I missed, I lost a buddy. So, no matter how harsh the mission, I never complained, but I always hated the orders to snipe high-ranking officers. The trigger felt terrifyingly heavy.
Thanks to that, I earned the nickname "The Golden Grim Reaper." It was dishonorable—people said if you went to the battlefield with me, you'd be taken to the afterlife.
The demon officer checked my crucified body, my claws, eyes, and tongue, then hummed softly and turned on his heel.
What was that about? Surely they haven't figured out that my control device isn't working, right?
As the demon officer was leaving, he said a few words to the girl in the corner. She kept her face down, answering timidly.
After he left, the girl slowly walked over to me.
The way she walks, so slowly and gracefully, is really something.
Her posture is perfect, her back straight, forming an S-curve. It makes her stand like a sheltered lady from a noble family. The contrast between that and her lewd service is outrageous—it's really irresistible.
She stood in front of me. My stomach tightened.
She came back again. After that, they probably didn't find out she drank my semen. I was so worried. Aliens kill women without mercy.
It's been a while, and she seems a bit different.
…Was she always like this?
Is this how couples in long-distance relationships feel when they reunite after a long time? It's so much fun.
That healthy hunger is evident in my throbbing erection.
I'm not here for punishment today, so I'll probably be released soon. Since there's not much time, I want her to hurry, but she teases me, slowly kneeling and extending her hands cautiously.
Unable to hold back, I thrust my hips forward, my raging erection twitching. I thought I saw her smirk slightly.
Then, her usual top-notch oral service began.
Right, there's something I want to tell her.
About going out on rounds again. How I'm getting the hang of the butcher's work. About the girl with the perm. Finding the medal. The fox girl. The elf girl. The mirror. Finding the control device. The perverted fox woman. Earthpint. The demon officer just now. Remembering Morse code.
I ejaculated multiple times, pouring all those thoughts and events into her.
She took it all in, her body covered in my mess. Her expression looked a bit sad, like she still couldn't drink it.
Come to think of it, theres no guard in the room today.
The guard seems to be waiting outside. Probably in a debriefing. It looks like this will be the norm from now on.
I got too close to Butcher, that Hobgoblin—no, Demitas. If it were any other butcher, I'd have been eaten by now.
…Since no one's watching, I'd love to let her drink it secretly.
Will there be some kind of inspection later?
No, there's no way. Aliens are surprisingly sloppy. With my body this messy, they'd never notice if she drank a little.
As I felt the climax approaching, I twitched my penis to signal her, as usual. At the same time, I extended my dark tongue and gently pressed the back of her head, urging her forward.
I've never used my tongue like this before, but it works. Though the base of my tongue is straining—this is a pretty forced movement.
Right now, I can only extend, wrap, pull, and lick like a frog, but with training, maybe I could use it like a hand?
Actually, her hair smells sweet. Delicious…
I wasn't sure if she'd understand my intention, but she looked up, a bit surprised, then quickly ecstatically resumed swallowing my manhood.
She effortlessly took it all in and started throat-fucking me harder than usual. Good, she got it.
Her nose nudged my lower abdomen, her warm breath brushing the base of my shaft. Her head movements were incredibly eager. *Gulp… gulp…*—so intense, wet, rough. *Slurp, slurp, gulp, gulp.* She tilted her silver head left and right, repeating the motion.
Meanwhile, I played with her hair, wrapping it around my tongue.
As I savored the pleasure she gave me, my libido quickly peaked.
With a soft growl, my beastly ejaculation began.
She stiffened for a moment but quickly adjusted, skillfully swallowing the gushing torrent of my lust.
The way her throat sucked it out reminded me a bit of the blonde girl, but this girl is so much better. I feel undeniable affection.
After swallowing my entire ejaculation over tens of seconds, she drooled out my softening member. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing heavy.
Panting, shoulders heaving, I extended my dark tongue to comfort her. I licked the cross-section of her broken horn, then her forehead, nose, and mouth, savoring the curves of her ample breasts.
I licked her upper breast, squeezed her side boob, and slipped my tongue into the shadow beneath.
Pressing and rubbing her nipples, I played with them, jiggling them repeatedly before moving to her cleavage.
Since I was already there, I followed the curve of her belly to her quiet delta region, my tongue tip approaching her core.
Just as my tongue was about to find her secret spot, she grabbed my tongue.
Looking up at me, her expression was somber. She bit her lip, frowned sadly, and shook her head slightly.
Oh, right. She'd make noise. Can't do it secretly.
For some reason, I understood her feelings. It didn't feel like just my imagination—her actions and expression synced perfectly with my interpretation.
So, I shoved my tongue into her mouth.
Making wet, slurping noises, I licked every inch of her palate. This way, it sounds like a blowjob. The guard outside wouldn't notice.
Starting behind her chipped front tooth, I carefully licked between her missing teeth, then roughly scraped her upper jaw.
My tongue's base and jaw hinge are aching, but I'm determined.
"…Mmm… Mmph…"
I wrapped her tongue in mine, teasing it, then licked her teeth. I kept playing until I was bored, then finally licked her plump lips and retracted my tongue with a *schlorp*.
"Haa… ahh…"
She sat on the floor, dreamily touching her lips with her fingers.
Her oral service after that was more passionate than ever.
I came twice more, and she swallowed it all, letting semen drip from the corners of her mouth. Her satisfied expression said it all.
Getting serviced by her like this clears my head and sharpens my thoughts. So many good ideas come to me in this cell.
Especially when she swallows, it's like all the sludge at the bottom of my body and my negative feelings are blown away—it's so refreshing.
After enjoying this brief tryst with her, I returned to my cell.
What I need to do is clear.