As I was busy impregnating a woman in my usual prison cell, footsteps echoed from outside the bars.
"Follow me."
The girl today was a newcomer, and it had only been a few hours since I started raping her. I was a bit annoyed that my work was interrupted just as things were getting interesting, but there was nothing I could do.
Leaving the red-haired woman on the floor, her face still streaked with tears, I stood up after giving her one last hot slap to the face as a parting gift.
I wondered how she'd react next time after cooling off like this. It was kind of interesting. Most women, from the second time on, would cautiously or reluctantly submit their bodies to me, but what about her? She was a spirited type, so the next session might be fun.
The alien who entered the cell hurriedly handed me a paper bag and an apron, then prodded me in the back to get me moving.
As I walked down the hallway, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
The warm, wood-paneled interior, the gleaming floors, the strange furnishings—everything felt like a sign of an advanced civilization. This was the aliens' main activity area.
If they could build something like this, why was my cell a cold, stark stone prison?
The solitary confinement cells were the same—too lazy, right? Did they have some obsession with setting the mood for Butcher's rape sessions?
Climbing the stairs, I eventually reached a large door.
There, a perverted fox woman was waiting.
After exchanging words with the alien who had led me, she confidently swung open the inner door.
As I entered, my eyes were drawn to her bushy, swaying tail. Inside was a room with an office-like atmosphere.
Behind a grandiose desk sat a pig.
Well, of course, I knew. This was an orc. He seemed well-dressed, probably an alien senior officer.
By the way, there was a superstition among the soldiers that women would go wild with pleasure if they were with these fantasy orcs, but I wondered how true that was. In actual battle, there's no time for such nonsense—it's pure chaos. Maybe they could demonstrate it for me sometime. I'd even lend them one of my sacrificial women. A sex showdown between Butcher the Slaughterer and an orc. The women used in the competition would have it rough, though.
On either side of the orc stood what appeared to be his guards—two aliens. One was a slender man, elf-like, with a striking thin, white circlet on his forehead. His face was sharp and intelligent.
The other was a female ninja.
A kunoichi, actually—her outfit was entirely ninja-like. But her ample chest and narrow waist made it clear she was a woman. Still, isn't it weird for a ninja to be so conspicuous? Ninjas are supposed to be stealthy, right? Maybe it's a case of Japanese culture being misinterpreted.
"☆◇★〒?"
"◎□〒▼★△＃※§＃, ◎□〒▼★△＃※§＃."
The perverted fox woman and the orc officer started talking. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was probably about me. After all, they'd gone through the trouble of bringing me here.
Then the orc officer stood up and positioned himself in front of me. He began to scrutinize my well-built body. He didn't seem too afraid of me, perhaps because he was as strong as the fox woman.
Arrogant pig. I'll eat you. I'm not scared of hepatitis E.
Even among the aliens, the orc's face was particularly ugly. The other day, Hobgoblin—or rather, Demitas—was quite something, but at least he had a muscular face. This orc, though, was just a completely flabby pig.
Looking at him somehow made me feel at ease. What a healing face. As the representative of ugly men, Butcher, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie. Maybe I'll just enjoy watching him instead of eating him.
Eventually, the orc officer, who had been eyeing me suspiciously, clapped his hands, and a maid-like figure entered the room.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the maid's arm and threw her at me.
The maid fell to the floor.
Her eyes were black, with vertically slit silver pupils that looked up at me in fear.
What species is she? I could see a lizard-like tail on her backside. Her eyes were demonic, but she had no horns. She wasn't a lizardman either—what was she? A mystery. But in a word, I wanted to thrust into her right now and make her say, "Higi, please forgive me, Master."
The aliens sometimes had races like this that I couldn't even begin to understand. Like the eyeball creature behind me holding a control device.
Speaking of which, that eyeball looked weak. Taking the device would be easy, but since it's so unprotected, there's probably a backup mechanism.
As I stood there lost in thought, an order came.
"Rape her."
Huh, is that okay?
I glanced at the demon-maid from under the paper bag, and she let out a small cry, trembling as she lay on the floor.
As someone who's constantly observed through mirrors and trained to have sex while watching my own disgraceful acts, I felt no hesitation in this public situation. I'm as steady as a legendary porn star. I don't have petty shame about performing in front of others. I'll happily rape her right in front of you all.
I took a step forward. There was no order to stop me.
...I did it. My first alien.
Maybe this was my reward from the other day. I'm happy.
The demon-maid had intimidating eyes, but her figure looked great. I could tell from her hands that she was muscular. Her frilly outfit, unlike anything I'd seen before, was nice too. The maid uniform made it hard to see her body clearly, which only heightened my expectations. Let's try her with the clothes still on.
With a spring in my step and my erection ready, I walked over to her and reached out.
"Wait."
What...?
Under the paper bag, I gasped in shock. At the last moment, my rationality kicked in, and I stopped my hand.
Next, a dangerous sound echoed through the room—the sound of my teeth grinding together. Everyone's shoulders tensed at the noise.
"Back off."
I withdrew my twitching fingers and stepped back. A heavy breath escaped me. I stood at attention to calm myself.
After a while.
"Rape her."
I lunged forward with full force, raising my arm to tear off the demon-maid's clothes—
"Wait."
I stopped my hand.
"Back off."
This...!
Seriously pissed off, I crouched down in front of the demon-maid, slammed my fist into the floor, and let out a deep, beastly roar.
The room vibrated, and the windows cracked from the force of my anger.
Seeing the demon-maid faint and collapse to the floor, I regained some composure.
I stood up and stepped back.
Irritated. Irritated.
Butcher's body temperature is high. If I get too excited, steam rises from my shoulders.
The orc officer looked bitter at the sight, while the perverted fox woman sneaked a glance at the bulge in my apron. By now, the orc officer's two guards had positioned themselves in front of me.
The fox woman and the orc officer talked for a while, but I was too furious to care.
I wanted to gang-rape the fox woman who had dragged me into this worthless game until she cried for forgiveness, and even then, I wouldn't stop. I wanted to hang the orc officer and smoke him like jerky.
Ah, I wanted to trample the elf and the ninja, and rape them all! The elf's a man? Whatever, as long as there's a hole. I just wanted to go wild! I wanted to keep thrusting into that demon-maid until her womb burst with my filthy seed! She's mine now! If I took her back to my cell with my erection still inside her, everyone would understand!
"Take a deep breath."
Take a deep breath. If I had to, I could count prime numbers like "that priest." Two, three, five, seven... Come to think of it, Butcher sounds a bit like my name. There's always someone behind me ready to blow my brains out. Calm down.
...You fools. You're officers, yet you don't understand the relationship between Butcher's libido and his ferocity? I'm already irritated because my work was interrupted.
It's always the useless officers who make the soldiers on the ground suffer. You overthinking, know-it-all, flower-brained idiots with poor circulation—I WANT TO EAT YOUR BRAINS!
LET ME DEVOUR YOUR BRAINS!
A low, menacing growl escaped from under the paper bag, filled with Butcher's murderous intent.
Noticing this, the orc officer frantically gave orders, and I swam through my red-tinted thoughts back to my cell.
When I returned, Abigail was there.