Panicked students fled in all directions, their screams filling the air, teachers included.
This was a performance.
As I chased the dragon girl's tail, shaking the hallway, I pondered the outcome of this horror chase.
I wanted to show the entire girls' school what would happen if anyone laid a hand on Ferris. And also, wasn't bringing Butcher to school dangerous? I aimed to spread that sense of crisis.
Here, I'd thoroughly terrify the dragon girl and engrave the fear of Butcher into every student's mind.
Moreover, I'd plant a subconscious warning: mess with Ferris's group, and that monster would return… a cautionary tale of sorts.
That way, even after I left, Ferris would be safe. I'd be sent back to the facility, my job done. They'd never call me again.
Perfect. Flawless.
Praising myself, I swung the Butcher Knife, careful not to hit the dragon girl or the students around her, shattering the hallway floor.
I wreaked havoc without causing any casualties.
I smashed windows, tore through ceilings, and sliced walls and pillars. Like a tourist carving their name into a wall, I left Butcher's marks on the school with reckless abandon.
The dragon girl glanced back at me as she ran, her arms stretched forward. I pursued, our chaotic chase continuing for what felt like an eternity.
—Dead end.
Unintentionally, I'd cornered her.
Honestly, I was struggling with how to end this. I wanted a dramatic finale, but nothing came to mind.
The dragon girl and I glared at each other.
For now, I dragged the Butcher Knife forward, its heavy tip carving a deep gash into the floor.
"Tch…"
The dragon girl clicked her tongue, her face showing panic.
Inside, I was sweating bullets. What now…?
Just as she entered my range, she suddenly flapped her wings, creating a loud whoosh as she took flight.
She burst through the window, landing in the schoolyard. I could only stare, dumbfounded.
Those wings weren't just for show?
Wait… she's not flapping. There's wind from below. Is it magic combined with something else? Impressive. Her hair's blowing upward, looking super cool. But her skirt's lifted, revealing her shorts. Red low-rise? Matches her hair—stylish.
"§▽◎☆○※■＆〒□‼"
She pointed at me triumphantly, shouting something unintelligible.
This is bad… if it ends like this, I'll be the foolish Butcher who let her escape, and she'll be the hero who got away. My brilliant terror plan will be ruined.
Amid the chaos, all eyes were on her as she continued flying.
—No, this is an opportunity. A crisis is a chance. A true pro turns the tide in one strike. Show them a sniper's grit.
I tossed the Butcher Knife aside and stepped back.
The dragon girl laughed even harder at the sight.
I glared at her, then kicked the floor.
The floorboards cracked and lifted.
I kicked off the floor and window frame, launching myself into the sky above the schoolyard.
The dragon girl's slit pupils narrowed in shock.
The unbelievable sight of Butcher soaring through the air.
The stunned onlookers gaped.
—Catch!
"Gah!"
I grabbed her by the neck. Caught off guard, she had no time to escape.
We fell together into the schoolyard. She clung to my arm, resisting desperately, but couldn't fly while bearing my weight.
With a loud thud and a cloud of dust, we hit the ground.
When the smoke cleared, I stood holding the dragon girl by the neck, raising her above me.
Got her! I cheered inwardly.
Now the entire school would know my terror.
Even the physically superior dragon girl couldn't escape me. I'd hunted her down, proving just how terrifying Butcher truly was—
My vision turned white, followed by a searing pain throughout my body.
As my sight slowly returned, a high-pitched ringing filled my ears, accompanied by a sizzling sound and the smell of grilled meat.
Confused, I looked up.
The dragon girl's shocked face loomed before me, her half-open mouth emitting a faint hiss of smoke.
…Her breath attack.
She'd used her dragon's breath on me.
I'd forgotten. Dragons and dragonkin could unleash that pure destructive force. I'd narrowly escaped it before—it could level forests, turning everything to ash.
So… I was only half-joking, but you're serious, huh?
Good, good. It adds realism. Still, this hurts.
My vision was wide, the Butcher Bag unable to withstand a direct hit from her breath attack at close range. My apron was gone, and my body was charred. Third-degree burns all over.
I saw the dragon girl open her mouth, her fangs glinting.
—Not if I can help it.
I quickly extended my dark tongue, shoving it into her mouth.
I pushed past her throat folds, plunging deeper, while tightening my grip on her neck to cut off her airway.
Not sure how she produces that breath, but I'll shut it all down.
She gagged and convulsed, scratching and kicking me in desperation. Watching her futile struggles, I grew increasingly irritated.
You knew I was Ferris's bodyguard, right?
This whole mess started because of you, yet you attack me after I'd been holding back and playing along? Normal?
A dull thud echoed, and my vision shifted sideways.
Her tail had struck me. Dragon scales made it as powerful as a spiked bat.
She kept hitting me with her tail.
It hurt. A lot.
This… female lizard…!
Everyone at this school is too complacent about Butcher.
I'm closer to a biological weapon, rarely seen by ordinary people. Maybe it's like seeing a tank in the city—impressive but not threatening.
But would you kick or scratch a tank? You'd clearly attack it. Are you all that naive? Even human children wouldn't do that.
Without proper education, this school becomes a moral wasteland, with bullying and promiscuity rampant during every break.
…Wait, this is a school.
I'll contribute to their education, however small. Everyone's watching.
I'll demonstrate what Butcher truly is: a beast that rapes, kills, and devours.
The performance is over. Now it's a demonstration. Using her as a sacrifice will ensure this tragedy never happens again. One life for many.
Raping while eating—the ultimate pleasure.
All of Butcher's desires fulfilled at once.
When I first became Butcher, I lost control and did it once. Even now, the memory arouses me. Look, my son's already throbbing.
Checking today's meal… oh, I got a little too excited. She's unconscious, foaming at the mouth, even wet herself.
As long as she's alive. Dead won't do. Needs to be alive.
I pulled my tongue from her throat.
With my claws, I ripped her clothes apart.
Her muscular yet curvaceous body was exactly my type—a strong woman.
Conquering such a woman's soul—pure bliss. Delicious.
I slammed her onto the ground.
Dirt flew as she lay there.
Grabbing her ankles, I spread her legs and loomed over her.
Bon appétit.
—Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Don't kill her. Don't kill her.
Too late now.
My monstrous core pressed against her tight, pristine opening. The sensation of pushing past her plump folds was exquisite.
I'd skewer her in one thrust with my Butcher Lance—
Just then, my vision was once again blocked by light.
Bracing for an attack, I tensed.
Instead, a warm, pool-like sensation enveloped me.
The light faded.
Ferris's face filled my vision.
She held my head in her hands, eyes closed in concentration.
—Don't move. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move. Don't move.
…Is Ferris sending this message?
I noticed a soft touch on my arm. Looking over, I saw the brown-skinned girl placing her hand there, eyes also closed in concentration.
What's going on? Are you sending this message?
Hey… a bit loud. Are you offering yourself as my prey instead of this female lizard?
The brown-skinned girl flinched, removing her hand.
Ferris slapped my face gently, speaking urgently.
"Jibodan★※§&◎! ▲〒Jibodan&! Jibodan! Jibodan■□◇〒!"
…
…Heh.
Jibodan… sounds like a cheesy transforming robot name. Don't say it so seriously—it's funny. Hehehe.
—Ugh, whatever.
Ferris's ridiculous pleas seemed to defuse the tension. The raging Butcher inside me vanished completely.
I stood, looking up at the sky, and howled.
The air vibrated intensely.
Right, my pain's gone. Thanks, Ferris.
Healed again. I'll lick you in gratitude. *Lick*.
"Mmm…"
Ferris relaxed, sensing my calm.
Retracting my dark tongue, I looked down.
The brown-skinned girl tended to the dragon girl.
Frustrating, but unavoidable.
Honestly, I was relieved they stopped me. This far was still within the bounds of punishment… probably.
Ferris looked worriedly at the dragon girl. I secretly stroked her head.
Standing naked in the schoolyard, my erection on full display for all to see, I was led home by Ferris that day.
On the way back, I walked through town with my erection still prominent, Ferris leading the way, looking embarrassed, her ears flattened.
During this humiliating stroll, we passed a butcher shop. The Minotaur shopkeeper rushed out, offering me a loincloth. Thanks, boss. I'll follow you forever.